Tabitha was almost a little disappointed when he removed his fingers from her mouth and instead guided her up. The comment about her panties did earn a blush of shame, but she had a feeling that he said it not to embarrass her, but for an excuse to 'help' her out.
She followed him though, out of the room and to the empty one next door. Why they were there, she wasn't sure. The thought of the balcony had been long forgotten in the pleasure. Instead, she was focused on just how quickly he was stripping her of the capri pants and top she wore, leaving her in her pale blue panties and bra. Already there was an obvious mark of moisture on the panties, showing her desire and pleasure.
"I... I don't have anything to wear." She said, knowing what he probably wanted, and what she honestly did as well, but not sure how to ask for him to keep touching, to let her touch him. Timidly, her hand reached out and tugged lightly on his shirt, hoping he would remove it.