The scent of her arousal fills the room, mingling with the faint rustle of nylon as she shifts in her seat. Her panties, a dark, damp secret, are the only barrier between her and the world. She can feel his eyes on her, tracing the lines of her body, imagining the heat between her legs. She crosses her legs, the material rubbing against her sensitive folds, sending a jolt of pleasure through her. She knows she's playing with fire, but she loves the burn.