Hard as I tried, I just couldn't do up the hooks which ran all the way down the front of the basque.Hard as I tried, I just couldn't do up the hooks which ran all the way down the front of the basque. Ingrid giggled, saying, "You look like you need a hand," as she moved close to me. Her perfume was sweet and alluring, and I could feel her warmth as her sure fingers carefully fastened the hooks for me. When the basque was done up, Ingrid's hands lingered against my boobs. There was a real air of expectation building up between us; I knew something was going to happen, but I was getting so nervous waiting for it I decided I had to make the first move. Gently I took Ingrid's hand and pressed it more firmly against me, so she could feel my hardening nipples poking through the thin fabric. I let out an involuntary gasp as her fingers began to rub my nipple. I grabbed Ingrid's other hand and ran it down my body to my pussy, keeping my own hand clasped on top of it. Using the pressure of her hand and mine combined I began to rub and stroke at my cunt through the flimsy panties, feeling my love juice seep through the fabric and dampen my fingers. Now Ingrid's fingers began to move independently of mine, searching and probing arnound the crotch of the panties as they found their way to my sticky slit. I was wetter than l've ever been in my life; the slow build-up of lust through the whole of the afternoorn had gotten me really hot! Ingrid's finger slipped up and down my dripping pussy lips, then sought my firm clitty and began to rub it harder. |