The hem of her skirt had ridden up enough for me to stroke her silk clad thighs.The hem of her skirt had ridden up enough for me to stroke her silk clad thighs. I was pleased to find she was wearing stockings and not tights as I reached warm, smooth, bare skin slid my fingers under the silky ribbon of her suspender strap. She made no effort to discourage my wandering fingers, so, pulling her closer I covered our laps with a BA blanket, and boldly stroked her thigh with my other hand, working her skirt hem back as I went. She sighed and parted her legs slightly when my hand moved along the last smooth inches of warm scented upper leg and my fingers at last brushed gently against the thin silky material of her knickers, tightly stretched over her sexual mound. My cock throbbed with excitement and anticipation and I had to slow down and mentally count to ten to avoid filling my pants with cum when I realised she was not only going to let me reach my target, but was panting for me as much as I was for her. I inserted my fingers as far as I could between her legs, and stroked them gently along the warm and noticeably damp material covering her cleft and up to the summit of her pubic mound. She sighed and gripped me tight as my finger a deliberately sought and found her tiny clitoris. |