Let him continue

I didn't move. I could barely blink. In that moment, I knew that this was what I wanted. I forfeited control and remained voluntarily still, staring into his eyes as his hand continued to skim down to my breast. I felt warmth and comfort as he held it firmly for a moment. His hand was on the outside of my breast, but a couple of his finger had slipped down under my dress, touching the center of my chest and the edge of my breast.

Waves of pleasure spread across my chest as he squeezed my breast gently. I moaned quietly, my body grateful that I was breathing again.

His breath shook as he looked down at me. I could feel from him, despite his conviction, that I was not the only one making discoveries from this exchange. He continued to knead my breast, slightly harder then before. I felt enveloped by his control. My apprehensive instincts were calmed by his assertiveness. I knew I could speak, back away or remove his hand from me, and maybe I should, yet not a cell in my body did.

As the waves of hot pleasure poured out of my breast, our eyes remained locked. The thin material of the dress did nothing to separate our two skins. My rigid nipples fought at it. I didn't need to check to know that I was wet. The sensations I felt had only been explored in fantasy. Living this was exhilarating and terrifying. I felt so aroused. My overwhelmed body begged to be fucked, yet despite what was happening, I knew I wanted it to be with my boyfriend.

I found barely enough movement in my body to push my chest into his hand slightly. In doubtless receipt of my message, he kept going. His hand backed up my chest and slipped down under the neckline of my dress. He held me, firmly, without barrier.

My eyes traced down his body to a bulge in his pants at my eye level. I looked up at him, innocently, but the momentary attention I had given his member changed his demeanor. He looked around reorienting himself in his surroundings. He did not seem ashamed, but freshly aware. He moved his hand back to my chin and stroked my cheek for a moment before turning and leaving.

I indulged in my sense of need for a second, before I wrestled control of my body back and persuaded it to relax. I tucked my breast back into my dress and breathed deeply for a second and let myself process what had happened.

My boyfriend’s cheery tone yanked me from my reverie.

"Hey darling."

I felt whatever was holding me down on my knees release as my boyfriend approached. I could barely keep myself off him, alas I was restrained by the short leash still tied in place.

"I need you to take me home and fuck me right now." I spoke demandingly.

He paused to untie me. "Wow, this really did it for you, huh?" He seemed surprised. I wondered if he knew about what had just happened, let alone was behind it.