"Sure."Sure. Why not?" "Wonderful. First, imagine that I am sitting next to you." "What do you look like?" she typed. ":) Sorry, but that would be telling. Just imagine someone tall, dark and handsome - someone whom you would be attracted to." Cheryl closed her eyes for a second. She pictured Jeff, the guy who lived on the floor below her, and who she kept bumping into. He had ruddy skin and short hair. He had a fairly athletic build. She smiled; he'd do. "Okay..." "Now imagine that we're in a grassy field somewhere. We're sitting there; you're sitting between my legs, and leaning against my chest. Think of the feel of the grass underneath us; the feel of my chest against your back." Cheryl felt Jeff's pectorals pressing against her back. The thought of that warmed her blood. She shifted in her seat. "Imagine that I reach around you and began to fondle your...do you mind if I talk dirty, or would you be offended?" "Go ahead; it's your game." she typed. ":) Okay, I'm reaching around you and grabbing your tits. I'm stroking them and rubbing and pinching your nipples. (Go ahead and do so if you feel it'll help...)" Cheryl looked around; no one was watching. She slipped her long, slender fingers over her breasts, and circled her nipples. The feeling was exciting; even more so that she was sitting in the open. "I'm rubbing your tits. One of my hands slips down and begins to stroke your thigh. I'm rubbing with one hand and stroking your thigh with the other." "(Are you wearing a skirt, pants, or shorts?)" Cheryl typed "You mean you don't know?" ":) Sorry, but I don't. I didn't see you come in." Cheryl grinned. "I'm wearing a skirt." "Tight, or fairly loose?" "Loose; it's pleated, like a cheerleader's skirt." ":) Okay, I'm stroking your thigh with one hand. |