Play, but interrupted

Winlay's fingers had slipped into her panties and had reached the tangle of soft pubic hair that guarded the most secret place on her body. A quick glance at Mika and the Oracle confirmed that both were still sleeping and Winlay shifted slightly on the chair spreading her legs to provide better access to her sex.

Winlay had pleased herself many times in the past. She was not like some of her friends who confided to her that they needed to stroke themselves every night before they could fall asleep, but she was experienced enough to know just how to bring on her release. She slipped her fingers between her folded lips drawing the slick juices that had been oozing since Mika's kiss up and down the entire length of the slit separating the labia until her fingers slid easily from the sensitive fold of flesh at its base and the hardening clitoris at the other end.

She tried to imagine Mika's sensitive lock-picking fingers skillfully teasing her just like this but almost immediately she knew that it was Adam's strong hand that she wanted exploring her. She had no doubt that he would have none of Mika's finesse or understanding of a woman's needs but the thought of his strong hand cupping her possessively made her gasp out loud and arch her back against the chair. Adam could take what he wanted - and she'd let him.

No man had ever come close to touching her like that. Not Joezif, not even the boy in the closet who tried unsuccessfully to press his hand between her clenched thighs. But from Adam (her thighs spread even wider) she had no defense; like a harbor fort with no guns or a city whose walls had been mined she would have to yield. She covered her sex with her hand and tried to imagine how much more of her Adam's large hands would cover.

As she eased her finger deeper into her pussy she ached to feel how deep Adam's longer and thicker ones would push. Men, she had heard other women complain, were usually more interested in getting their fingers inside a girl's holes than with stroking them where it counted. By now Winlay was writhing on the comfortable recliner, she couldn't imagine anything more satisfying than feeling Adam's fingers push into her. Even into her other hole!

Both Winlay's hands were between her legs now; one stroked her clit vigorously while the other slipped in and out of her sex. Adam's hands were big enough that he'd be able to caress her clit with his thumb, have one or two fingers filling her sex and use one of his other fingers to tease her asshole.

And she'd let him! Winlay could not believe how whorish her thoughts had become, but she stroked the puckered hole in her rear as she imagined what Adam might do with her...

A noise from the hallway interrupted her rapidly approaching orgasm and with a passion dousing understanding she realized just in time that Adam must be returning. She pulled her shirt down to cover her thighs as best she could wishing more than ever that Sister Margaret had found less revealing clothing for them to wear. Her face was flushed, her nipples pressed tightly into the cotton shirt and her fingers surely reeked of her juices, but she was at least decent by the time Adam wandered into the room.

"Adam!" She managed to stammer "You startled me."