Although she tensed up and her hand went down to his, she did not
stop him. He gentle crept up her lovely turned leg towards the
seat of passion so remote to him until now. He felt the
impenetrable fortress of under pants, but his tracing of her
furry triangle and delicate rubbing above her mons and labia were
more like a warrior scouting the bastille than a lovers touch.
Apparently assuming that Jim would be satisfied with this she
reengaged him in another passionate kiss. After a seemingly long
time, but only a few moments, Jim’s, by now, expert hand gentle
crept up to the waste band elastic on Sandy’s panties and gentle
pulled them down.
As Sandy broke free again to prevent a further invasion, Jim
grabbed her with both arms again and rolled her over on top of
him. As she struggled to regain her balance he quickly hoisted
her skirt up to waste level and deftly lowered her panties in
practically the same motion. By the time she knew what had
happened, he again rolled her back to the seat. She could not
reach her panties to get them back, so she had to limit herself
to trying to extract herself from under Jim again. This just
allowed Jim’s hand to again search out the tempting warm spot
between Sandy’s legs.