Finger her

Your hands roam her body as you pin her against her work surface. She spreads her legs slightly, softly pulling you against her. Gentle enough to pretend you're the one making these choices. You slide hand up her thigh, rucking her skirt up around your wrist as you slide up underneath it. As you open your mouth she follows your action. You reach your other hand up to run through her blonde hair, barely visible in the red light as your tongues meet. Haley's squeezed between you and her work surface and she breathes heavily into the kiss as you gently squeeze the flesh of her thigh and continue to move your hand up.

The palm of your hand pushes against the point where her legs meet. You feel her body quiver against you but her lips continue to dance against yours. Pinned between you and the surface Haley doesn't have much freedom to move but she manages to find the space to rock her hips, rubbing herself against you. She moves slowly but pushes herself forcefully against your hand. You push up against her, helping to meet her need. You work just on touch, with the dim light and Haley's face right to yours there's basically nothing to see right now.

You pull away from her, prompting a little moan into the kiss before you grasp at the material of the panties seperating your hand from Haley's warmth, you delicately slide a finger between her moist folds and into her. Haley gasps and breaks the kiss, her face moves back a little to give inches at most between the two of you. You lift the hand in her hair to gently cup her head as you watch her pant, the red light glinting off her blue eyes. Her hands grasp at your hips, holding you tight. Her mouth hangs open slightly and you feel her breath as she presses against you, urging the motion of your finger inside her, harder, faster. You slide a second finger in and quickly get back up to pace. Feeling the warmth of her squeezing your fingers as you push deep within her. Thrusting in and out as her breathing deepens.

She clamps her mouth closed and her head lulls forwards to rest against your shoulder as she lets out little whimpers and moans. Her body quivers and you feel each tiny motion of her where she presses your fingers inside. You hold her tightly against you, helping to support her weight with your hand and body.

Haley straightens again when her breathing is back under control and you step back, gently sliding your soaked fingers out of her. She moans and grasps on the table for support as she reaches for the light switch, flicking the white lights back on. You smile at how flushed she is, it hadn't just been the red light giving her that colour. She breathes heavily as she recovers and reaches up to her hair and runs her fingers through it, "now I need to fix my hair again. You get out of here." She laughs and blows you a kiss before turning and focusing more on getting her hair as neat as she can get it without a mirror. "Thanks for coming to see me." You smile to yourself and begin to make your way home leaving Haley to her darkroom.