He teases her in the corridor

His hands move to her shoulders, turning Felicity until her back is against the wall of the corridor. She lets herself lean back, using it for support as she stares at this older man directly in front of her, a man she knows nothing about except his name is Anthony, that he knows her parents, she suspects the latter is a business connection.

“Just relax” he says softly as he looks back at her, their eyes on one another. She realises she has been holding her breath as she waits to find out what he has planned, and as he speaks she allows herself to let that breathe out slowly, not daring to move, instead allowing herself to trust him.

“Good girl, not going to run away scared this time then?” he reminds her of when they had been this close not too long ago this evening, and this time she knows she won’t chicken out, shaking her head as if to confirm it to him.

She watches as he lowers himself down in front of her, kneeling so that he can reach down and take hold of the hem of her long evening gown that is hanging around her ankles. Slowly he lifts it, rising himself up as the dress passes her calves, her knees, up to her thighs. He holds the dress up with one hand, freeing the other and allowing it to ease under it. He gently caresses her thighs with the underside of his fingers, running them up and down her soft white skin, each stroke taking them that little higher, that little bit closer to her thong.

Once more Felicity is aware that she is holding her breath as she looks down between them, seeing her dress held high, his hand under it. The next pass of his fingers takes them momentarily over her thong, the touch so light she hardly feels it, but it is enough to make her bite her lip and gasp out.

He looks at her face, smiling as he sees her biting her lip, er eyes half closed now as she waits for those fingers to return. And he is more than happy to do just that, running his fingers up her thighs once more, easing between them, and then over her thong, pressing right against her pussy.

“Oh God” she gasps as his fingers press there, the pressure just enough that her thong pushes slightly between her wet lips. His eyes are on hers again as he lets his fingers press against her, feeling as her juices soak into the thin material of her underwear, enough that she knows he will know how wet she already is.

His fingers suddenly leave her though, and her eyes snap open, almost ready to plead with him to return them. But before she can say anything, she feels as his free hand slides up her hip, fingers hooking into the thin waistband of her thong, and starts to gently tug at it, and quickly she feels as it eases to her thighs, leaving her pussy exposed to the cool air.