Caila had to pause John’s hand from going further as his hand was well up her skirt resting on the top of her thigh. His finger caressed her hip, feeling the light silk Brazilian-cut panties she wore. It was clearly distracting her from listening to the other answers. She commented quickly when James came up with his question.<br/><br/>“Ohhh… “<br/><br/>And found it interesting their choices. When it was her turn to tell, she let John’s hand go and said,<br/><br/>“My favourite would be the ones I’m wearing right now”<br/><br/>John’s finger slid along then to brush the side of her mound and she inhaled deeply and squirmed some on the stool. She was clearly not used to this sort of attention, and especially not publicly. She doubled down on keeping control of herself and looked across the table to James, then Kris.  She said,<br/><br/>“As for styles, well it depends. With a thick skirt like this one, Brazilian cut works best. With thinner skirts or with light dress pants, then a thong so I don’t show any lines. If I go out to a 1940’s Noir gathering, I wear the bigger ones made to go over my garter belt. I prefer silk or mulberry silk but my thongs are elastane polyimide so they don’t have seams.”<br/><br/>Calia squirmed as John’s finger moved over her, dancing with her clit through her wet panties. She strained not to fall into a gasping orgasm right then and there. She picked up her pint and nervously drank her ale. When more condensed water dripped onto her blouse, sticking it transparently to her cleavage, she tilted her head back and closed her eyes slipping into a bit of a fantasy...