“Two can play at that game”

As he gives you is veiled warning, a hand that has recently been squeezing your soft ass cheek, slides lower, following the perfect curve of the skin, and with fingers outstretched, you feel tips brush against the very edge of your pussy lips.

Rather than pull away, you push your ass back, creating an angle more convenient to his attempts at reaching you from behind. At the same time, your own searching hand finds the slit of his boxers, reaching in and sliding around his warm hard cock.

His reaction is more pronounced than yours as he feels your small fingers circling his cock without anything between them this time. His mouth issues a hard breath and his head kicks back briefly.

Quickly recovering, he makes use of your change of positioning, and twisting his wrist around, finds that he is now able to push a finger halfway across your lips, feeling the moisture that has already gathered there, and using it to slip a finger between them. His arm has your skirt raised high now, and you just hope that the pillar is covering the view from the rear.

“Truce?” he whispers into your ear as both of you hold hands over the other’s more sensitive areas, as if it is a battle to see who can cause the other to stop first.

“Why?” you ask as you begin to slide your wrapped hand up his shaft, “aren’t you enjoying it?” His immediate response is to send his probing finger through the valley of your lips, easing it along with a gentle ****.

Suddenly all thoughts of your surroundings vanish from your mind, and taking a firmer hold of his cock you begin to stroke up and down the warm skin with real meaning.

As he realises you have no intentions of calling a truce, he realises that he is at a great disadvantage right now, as although he can rub across the lower half of your pussy lips, from his current position, he cannot reach the more sensitive areas that he would need to touch to make you feel the same pleasures you are giving him.