I let my fingertips glide over your knee. My eyes fixed on yours. Your chest pounding as you start to wonder exactly how far you’re prepared to let things go, and how far I intend to take things.
‘What a lucky hubby you’ve got. I can only imagine how keen he is for you to get back home to him.’
My fingers gently swirling around your knee in soft, delicate strokes.
‘Well maybe you should tell him how lucky he is. He doesn’t seem to appreciate what he’s got any more!’ You’re shocked that you could suddenly blurt out something so personal to a complete stranger.
‘I can’t believe he doesn’t appreciate you!’ I answer. ‘You are so gorgeous. Those sexy eyes. That seductive, pretty little mouth. Your beautiful body. Your silky, sexy legs.’
As I compliment you, my hand slips down across your knee and along the inside of your leg. Suddenly, from nowhere, a surge of sexual excitement swells up inside you. Your heart, already pulsing with nervous anticipation, begins to race. Pounding in your chest. Rhythmically pulsing through you.
You realise you are quickly becoming aroused. You should quickly put a stop to it, but the feel of my fingertips gliding along such an intimate part of your body is sending a delicious surge of intoxicating desire through you. You feel your whole body starting to pulse with desire. A warm, tingling delight has rapidly started to spread through your body. Starting deep in the pit of your stomach and washing over every tantalising inch of you.
You also realise your body is responding in more immediate ways. You daren’t look down, but you can imagine your nipples are starting to swell and press against the thin fabric of your bra and dress. You wonder if I’ve noticed. You also start to feel that delightful, familiar tingle between your legs.
You start to look around the room again. Still, your friend is nowhere to be seen. But now you are also looking to see if anyone has noticed I have my hand gently resting on your inner thigh. If anyone is aware my fingertips are softly, smoothly gliding over your flesh. Trails of delight tingling across your skin, following the path of my fingers.
You know you should say something, but you can barely get a word out. Your breath is so shallow and excited now. Each breath trembling as your chest rises and falls more and more rapidly.
‘Oh my god!’, you think to yourself. ‘I am so fucking turned on right now. I want this. I need this.’
So you don’t say a thing. You look back at me and smile…. |
