I watched her get dressed in her work clothes again, still with no panties, while I stuffed my shrunken, satiated d**k back into my trousers. She carefully folded her blanket and returned it to the bag and then casually strode back up the hill, leaving the blue panties on the grass.
As soon as she was gone, I stepped out of my hiding place, retrieved the panties, and started to head back to work. What's the rush, I thought. I didn't have anything scheduled until 2:30, so I sat down on the bench and leaned back with the sun on my face. I just sat there enjoying the sun and playing back the movie in my head of the erotic scene I had just witnessed. The more I thought about Sheila's performance, the harder my d**k got, and I soon found myself fondling it through my trousers.
Damn, I realize
