Her instinctive clenching of her legs did nothing but trap his hand most deliciously against her.Her instinctive clenching of her legs did nothing but trap his hand most deliciously against her. His fingers still found a little room to move with devastating effect. They were alone now, and Louise had the freedom to engage in the quiet moans and whimpers that her body was telling her it was so necessary to make, as though they were some safety-value which prevented a dangerous build-up of pleasure which would otherwise drive her insane. The moans didn't travel to any of the other booths, the juke-box music swallowed them up. The pleasure that was washing through her from these caresses was stronger than anything Louise had experienced before. Touching her own pussy was nothing compared with someone else touching her there. Louise was aware that she was very excited, she could feel herself getting wet, wet enough to soak through her panties. The reader may wish to reflect on Louise's chances of maintaining her intention to keep chaste given that it was shame at being so wet, rather than outrage at such liberties that drove her to remove Andrew's hand. Louise accused, with a half-hearted reproach in her voice, `You shouldn't have done that'. Andrew replied, `Why not? You liked it didn't you?'. Louise could feel herself blushing scarlet. `That's not the point, you just shouldn't have!', she rushed on, trying to hide her confusion. Louise was aware that her passion and embarrassment where combining to cloud her thinking, making her words sound inane even in her own ears. Her position was undoubtedly weakened by not being able to take the moral high ground after having let his fingers roam for so long. Andrew was aware that arguing was not going to achieve his aims, and so he said, `Let's not fight', as he reached out and stroked Louise's hair, and then lowered his lips to hers in a gentle kiss. |