Like a rabbit in headlights

Holly is wearing a short skirt, and her thigh is warm under you touch as you slide higher. Her eyes are locked on yours as you feel the sort brush of silky fabric against your fingertips.

She stammers slightly as your fingers immediately press inwards, rubbing her mound and probing the outline of her slit through her panties. You notice her hands have gripped the table edge and her knuckles are white. Terror, confusion and excitement are warring in her eyes.

Her breathing is shallow and rapid, her firm breasts clearly showing this as they rise and fall quickly beneath the snug mahogany top. She keeps trying to say something, but seems lost for words. She ends up biting her lower lip sexily and groaning as you find her nub, one of her hands finally dropping

down to grasp at your wrist.