I could feel it harden through the fabric of my blouse as I rubbed it lightly, could hear the small sounds of pleasure I made as I squeezed it between my fingers.I could feel it harden through the fabric of my blouse as I rubbed it lightly, could hear the small sounds of pleasure I made as I squeezed it between my fingers. Now under my blouse, stroking my smooth skin with my palms, up my sides until my fingers had found myself once more. Gently rubbing with my thumbs in a definite rhythm, one that was echoed by the way I began to move my hips as I touched myself. Very soon both of my nipples were stiff and my breath was coming hard and deep. Now--drawing my fingernails across such tender skin, hearing the soft cry I gave, feeling the effect I was having on myself--lovely. I pushed back against the seat then, smiling in a wonderfully wanton way. I pushed my skirt up, and I placed my hands on my thighs. I traced down with my palms, I remember, then up with the tips of my fingers, but slowly now. Further up--mmm--and what ridiculous disappointment when I withdrew my hands! I brought my hands up again to cup my breasts, caressing them slowly through my blouse. As exciting as my touch was, it wasn't enough. When I unbuttoned my blouse and slipped my hand inside-- well, that was enough. As soon as I felt my fingertip brush my nipple through the lace of my bra, I felt a rush of heat through my entire body. I teased myself just as I had teased earlier. Just as I had wanted to lick my nipples, to take them in my mouth, to hear my sharp intake of breath-- I wanted to but could not. I had no complaints about what happened next. I reached under my skirt once more, this time removing the lace panties I wore. "They're in the way," I thought. So then my hands were on my thighs again, caressing the tender skin on the insides, but also massaging the muscles there. Somewhere along the line I also pulled my skirt up further, far enough so that any casual passerby could, with a single glance, have become well-acquainted with my body. |