My wife and I like to keep things interesting. I have always been a fan of outdoor play and she was very hesitant for fear of getting caught. This particular afternoon I was exceptionally horny.

We were having lunch on a patio downtown and midway through I asked her if she was wearing panties under her little summer skirt.

“Wouldn’t you like to know!” she replied.

I told her straight-faced that was why I was asking and she looked at me puzzled.

“Ok. Yes I am wearing panties. White flowers on a pink cotton thong,” she said.

“Very nice,” I told her. “Take them off,” I added.

She smiled playfully and got up from the table.

“No,” I stopped her. “Not in the ladies room. Right here,” I instructed.

She gasped. Feeling both vulnerable and I assumed also aroused, she sat back down. “I can’t!” she said.

“Sure you can. Nobody is watching. I’ll keep a lookout behind you and you look over my shoulder,” I said.

She looked around nervously and adjusted in her seat. As she adjusted she flipped her skirt back so her thonged ass was against the seat. She dropped her hands to her sides and looked at me, asking if it was safe. I nodded.

I watched as her hands moved behind her and I pictured her thumbs hooking into the cotton waistband. She lifted her ass off the chair and peeled them down past her hips. She stopped there.

“You stopped?” I asked.

“You don’t make all the rules,” she said smiling.

“Mmmmm,” I said, now picturing her panties stretched across her thighs, barely hiding her pussy behind them.

“You love this don’t you?” she asked, already knowing the answer.

I slipped my hand inside my shorts and adjusted my growing cock while she watched.