Taha slips behind me just a little, just so that he can look down and appreciate the lack of a panty line across my bare ass.
“Oh fuck… guilty as I feel right now Nikki, that is a good look for you.” He says boldly.
“Fuck!! Don’t stare at my ass so much, I know my ass crack can be seen as I’m not wearing panties. Right?” I say, looking at him and then yelling to the waiter. “Heeyyy, hold onto our food order, we’ll be back.”
The waiter stares at me blankly, he looks sheepish, but is blushing. I can tell he stole that thong. God knows what he’s planning on doing with it.
“I wasn’t just staring, I was imagining that dress riding up again, you bending over while grinding and dancing, your pussy lips being visible underneath, dripping juices of desire…”