He wants her on his lap

Wordlessly he gestures for her to come closer, reaching out so that as she takes a step forward, his hand is on her waist, pulling her closer and closer, until he guides her onto his lap. She's thrilled to find he is hard inside his jeans, feeling that hardness pressing against her bare rear. She smiles as she remembers how his cock looked and felt last night when she had been kneeling in front of him giving him a handjob and making him cum.

It feels so right sitting in his lap, safe and exciting being this close to him again, but this time naked, letting him see her fully. As she sits there, his hands begin to roam, sliding from her hips to her waist and up over her breasts, cupping them, squeezing them, her nipples so hard and erect as they press against his palms.

She holds her breath as one hand begins to trail back downwards, over her flat tummy, following the soft curve of her body and between her thighs, until a finger is pressing against her smooth and very wet pussy. As soon as his finger reaches there, her thighs clench around his hand and she releases that held breathe in a long loud moan.

“So how did it feel to have that boy’s cock in you at the park Flis?” he asks as his finger rests between her thighs. She blushes in remembrance of what had happened, at how she had actually let someone finger her, made her cum so easily, even letting him put his cock inside her, albeit briefly, all because this man whose lap she was now naked upon had told her to do it.

She takes a moment to respond, trying to decide just how to explain it to him. “It was so exciting Sir, being so naughty, so slutty, knowing I was doing it for you and not him” she finally tells him, hoping he will be pleased with that answer.

“Good girl, it’s wonderful to know you will do as you are told, it shows me that you will be willing to do so much more for me doesn’t it.” The way he says “so much more” makes her mind race at what else he may have in mind, but that thought is washed away as suddenly his finger that had been resting against her wet pussy eases inside her, her wetness making its passage so easy. “Such a wet little slut for me aren’t you Flis” he whispers as his finger starts a slow steady movement in and out of her and she realises just how worked up she already is, how close she is to yet another orgasm for him.