Dirty Dancing Part 2
We had got back to my hotel room and Paula and I were laughing about our close encounter on the stairwell, I still had her panties in my pocket… ‘I believe these are yours?’ I said to her, reaching in to my pocket and pulling out her panties, white ones made of a thin nylon gauze that allowed the contents to be seen. ‘How do I know they are not yours?’ she answered, smiling. ‘I guess you will never know,’ I replied I brought the panties to my face and inhaled the aroma, smelling her sex...