A hand stops you

The sudden feel of a hand touching one of your exposed cheeks make you look back to see Mark with one hand on you, the other on Lucy. Rather than be annoyed, you find it amusing and your laughter mingles with that of Lucy’s and everyone else’s in the room.

Your wiggling continues and Mark takes it as a sign his hand is welcome, so he begins to caress you both, being careful never to touch anywhere more private, a gesture you find sweet and almost innocent given the current situation.

As his hands run over both of you, you wiggle down with Lucy, towards his lap. All around Mark’s friends are shouting their encouragement. You and Lucy are cheered on to go lower, whilst Mark is getting suggestions as to what else he should be doing with his hands.

With your hands on your knees, you wiggle right down until Mark’s hand is pressed between your ass and his thigh. Leaving yourself literally sitting on his hand, you begin to straighten your upper body as you transfer your weight onto his hand and thigh. As soon as Lucy sees what you are doing, she copies you, until Mark has both of you pressing down against his hands and thighs, and slowly both of you are leaning back closer to him.

“Go on girls” there are calls around you as every man watches you and Lucy ease yourselves into a sitting position on Mark, you on one leg, Lucy on the other. Suddenly another twenty-pound note is waved in front of each of you.