The soft, moist flesh of her ass warmed by the heat of the day, making you wish that you could slip your fingers between the curves and the muscular cheeks. The pale globes of her still-tight butt flexed with each step as she walked up the stairs, and you remembered how it felt to run your hands along those little mounds and squeeze them gently. Your eyes followed her, focused on only two things: the swaying of her hips and the movement of her fingers along the supple skin between her thighs. She smiled over her shoulder at you, knowing exactly what was going through your mind, and took a few more steps. Her little shorts clung tightly to her body and squeezed in around her ass, just short enough not to be considered underwear yet too long to be considered a skirt. The dark fabric moved against itself as she walked, revealing flashes of her thighs between the hem and waistband of her shorts.