[ Pushing up her skirt reveals red, all-over-lace panties cut high at her hip. Her skin prickles with the contrasting feelings of cool air and the friction-warmed texture of his gloves brushing over the bare curves of her thighs and ass. Since she's no longer being held in place, she finally has the freedom to sit up again: her cheeks are flushed, her hair already tangling from his hand, and her lips slightly fuller from kissing. She's already working the lowest of his shirt buttons open, and if he doesn't do anything too distracting, she'll start working on his belt buckle, too. ]