The woman rewards your decision with a pleased sigh, and delicately lifts herself up and flips herself around so that her breasts brush against your belly, and her clit brushes teasingly against your lower lip... and then, once again, she sets about ruffling her skirts around you, "blindfolding" you in a sense so that you can't get a good read on her actions.<br/><br/>"Now then... I believe you were doing something?" From the sound of it, the woman's lips are down around your waist by now, and once more you feel those small, deft fingers working at your waistband... followed by a caress of cool air as your sex is exposed to the evening air. "And it seems I have something to work on as well..."<br/><br/>You can almost here the giggle forming in her chest before it makes its way past her lips... but she's definitely intent, and she urges you onward with a long, slow drag of one smooth finger from the hilt of your sex all the way up to the sweet spot just beneath the head...