As they walked, his hand gently on her back, she felt so relaxed and at ease. Even as he leaned down, his mouth coming close to her ear, she was over her initial shock and embarrassment of his previous questioning. But then...
"So tell me Flis, when you get home from netball all hot and bothered, how do you find that relief?" He whispered the words as they walked, never changing the slow pace. As she took in the words she shivered, and her pace would have slowed had he not kept the pressure on her back.
"I can't.. oh god, I mean... well, god, what a question" her words were jumbled as she tried to compose herself enough to actually put together a full sentence in response to him.
"Now come on Flis, no need to go all shy again, not after you told so much in the car." His words were soft and gentle with a hint of teasing, and as he spoke them he allowed his hand to slip lower down her back, fingers working into her skirt, tips brushing over the elastic of her underwear. "So out with it young lady, what is your preferred method of relief?"
"Well, I dunno, I mean, it depends how I feel" she finally managed to get out the words, feeling heat rush into her face as she tried hard not to let the thoughts of those moments alone in her bedroom to cause the heat to spread elsewhere again.
"Not good enough Flis, you aren't going to get out of telling me a little more than that. Why don't I make it easier for you then, how did you relieve yourself the last time you needed to?" His fingers run over the soft skin just above her panties as he asked, causing her to shiver a little at the feeling of his touch.
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