You slide your hands under my jacket and I feel your warm, rough hands through my blouse. I want to stop you but the way my curves fit so perfectly into your manly hands changes my mind. It feels as if my breasts are moulded to fit your palm when you cup them and touch them. But there are people around us in this last night train and I can feel my face turning red, knowing that they possibly had a good view of my body being handled this way by you.
Still, I want you so badly, I am virtually on fire. The movie was a blur. All I remember is being teased by your fingers. Halfway through the movie, you had casually helped yourself up my skirt, caressing my thighs, slowly working your way up to my pussy, teasing me through my panties.
I hate the way you keep a straight face, pretending to concentrate on everything but me. I squirmed on your fingers discreetly, hoping no one would notice what was happening between us. But more so because I needed to cum. I was so desperate from the teasing that, at one point, I offered in a whisper to go to the ladies to remove my meddlesome fabric so that you could access me completely. You stopped me and I knew you had this planned. You saw that I had figured the game but you just smiled nonchalantly and annoyingly confidently with that breathtaking smile of yours. You forbade me to touch you or myself throughout the evening, warning me that the game was over if I did.
I left the theatre with my pussy soaking wet, I was almost sure people could notice I was walking funny. I made sure had my jacket on though, my aching nipples felt like they were ready to burst through my back-less halter top from your oh-so-careless brushes. Displaying that would only have brought more unwanted attention to my already-attention-seeking breasts. You just walked beside me as if nothing happened.
Once or twice in between the most casual conversation, you heightened my senses again by whispering something completely and deliciously filthy.... อ่านทั้งเรื่อง
