Thread: Asking for Directions {darkangel76 & Alan23}

For a brief moment, Andie almost forgot that her stocking was giving her troubles while she spoke and began making the quick arrangements to get their 'guest' situated so that they all could be on their way. But the moment she shifted her feet, she could feel the material sliding along the smoothness of her skin and then... snap! Andie bit down on her lower lip, her cheeks growing hot as she felt the fastener give way and the strap come loose along her thigh. Her first reaction was to bring her hand casually down along her gown, to grab and the hem of her stocking through her skirt since there was no way she'd be able lift it. Not with so many men present and her coach so far away she'd be unable to conceal herself for any adjustments. Yes, she'd be burning this garter and never wearing it again! Thankfully, she had others and she most certainly would be wearing them! Swallowing hard and doing her best to remain calm, Andie smiled, Thank you, sir. It's wonderful to know that we have such fine men defending our country. She took a deep breath to hold back the tears and then allowed her smile to broaden. Men of honor and impeccable tastes. My father will hear of how well you've treated me, she added, her thoughts drifting as she watched their 'guest' approach. The man was simply ghastly! Though handsome in face, his clothes were a disaster. She wondered how lowly his class was before he'd managed to get caught and placed in a prison. Prison! Just what had he done? Oh, if only her father had told her such things. She was big enough girl to handle it, but then he did say it was for her protection, not for any other reason. Just then, her tiny hand clutched a bit more fervently at her stocking threatening to slip down her thigh. Andie's dark eyes suddenly widened as the man bowed, his eyes finding her own and beginning to gaze just a bit lower causing her to let out the softest of gasps. Just what was he doing? At that, she took a step back... and the stocking she desperately clutched shifted. Her eyes fluttered shut as her pale skin grew warm, a blush sweeping across her cheeks and down along her neck and chest. Upon opening her eyes, the man dared to speak, which only caused her blush to deepen, to sweep further over her exposed milky white flesh. The prisoner was certainly bold and the guards certainly let him know their disapproval. Perhaps they could read her distaste and disgust? Andie felt the tiniest bit of satisfaction when the man received his just reward for addressing her in such a manner. And to think he let his eyes linger! Of all the scandalous and inappropriate...! Didn't he know who she was? Didn't he know that she was intended? Well, he certainly would soon enough. She would see to that. Sir, Andie began. I am Andromeda Elizabeth Schaeffer Hammond, daughter of the president, intended to Harry Smythe. And, my jaunt through the Ozarks would hardly be pleasant if you were to be my company. Her blush deepened and her grip on the sagging stocking tightened. Fortunately, you will be traveling in a car more suitable to your needs and I will have company more suitable to my station. At that, Andie turned her nose in the air and made a gesture that she was ready to head back to her coach. After all, she'd been mocked and insulted and... she had a stocking to fix.