Neither, he is simply clearing the view

Felicity waits, watching as his hand caresses softly over her thighs that the short dress leaves bare. She is ready to relinquish control of the bottle, not caring what he intends to do, only knowing she will let him do it. But as his hand runs back upwards, it bypasses the bottle that she has held there, and instead he hooks fingers under the hem of the dress, tugging it upwards, quickly uncovering her thong.

“Oh that’s very pretty too” he comments as he pulls the dress clear, allowing an uninterrupted view of her thong. His fingers ease down again, and she moans as they pass over her pussy, leaving her in no doubt he will have felt how wet her thong is right now. His fingers again go to work, slipping under the small covering that the thong provides, pulling it to one side, revealing her wet smooth lips to his gaze. “And that is even prettier” he whispers to her as he allows one finger to pass across her lips.

She waits, but as he eases his hand away again, she realises it is now up to her to do what he has asked for. She feels so embarrassed, so shocked at what she is about to do, and part of her wants to once more close her eyes so she doesn’t watch her lewd act, but another part of her needs to see what he sees, wants to know she has pleased him with her actions. She has used her hairbrush before as a toy but that was smaller, and in the privacy of her own bedroom. This is something totally different, both terrifying and yet exhilarating.

So with eyes open, locked down her body at where her dress is now around her hips and her thong is bunched to one side, she watches as she brings the neck of the bottle upwards between her spread thighs. As the uncorked end touches her lips she shivers, the strange coldness of it in sharp contrast to the heat she can feel there.

“Oh fuck” she gasps out as she presses the bottle against herself, feeling as the strange shape finally slips between her tight lips. She pasues, preparing herself, then with both hands on the base of the bottle, she pushes it again and suddenly she is watching as the neck finds its way inside her, stretching her open around it. Her hips lift in response and for a moment she feels as her ass lifts from the sofa and the bottle penetrates her deeper.

“That’s it you dirty little slut” he whispers as he watches with her. Together they see as the neck of the bottle goes all the way inside her, until it begins to widen out and her tightness resists it going further.