Felicity remains still, holding her breath as she feels fingers run over her ass. She’s sue it’s him behind her, but she never heard him move from his seat or cross the room, but then again, she tells herself there can’t have been anyone else here or she would have noticed them.
“So soft, so lovely” she hears his voice whisper into her ear, his breathe warm on her skin there, and she allows herself to relax knowing now it is him. “And so so slutty, what would your parents think if they saw you in these Flis?” he teases her as his fingers make little soft circles on her ass.
She blushes as she imagines what her mum’s reaction might be if she found this bra or thong in the laundry, let along her dad!
“Or if they saw you now, letting yourself be seen dressed like that” he continues, “what would they think if they happened to be walking by just now and glanced in to see their precious young daughter almost naked, allowing herself to be felt up by a man their own age?” She shivers, his voice so soft, so teasing, but its effect is amazing, sending little waves of pleasure directly between her legs.
As if sensing that, his fingers travel down again, following the gentle curve of her ass, finding the soft lacey material of her thong as he allows fingertips to run slowly between her thighs. Suddenly he presses upwards and it’s all Felicity can do to remain standing as just that one touch makes her gasp out with the intensity of the feeling there.
“Dirty…” his words are slow and deliberate. “Little.” Each word spoken separately, pausing to allow them to sink into her mind. “Whore.” The final word is so harsh, so unexpected, but it excites her to hear him say it and again her body shudders in pleasure.
Suddenly his finger is withdrawn, and she whimpers in anguish, **** to feel it between her thighs again.
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