They explore a shared interest

Sophie didn’t move a muscle when Hannah squeezed her thigh, keeping her eyes and concentration on the book spread before them with women in various postures. Not explicit but also open to interpretation by minds such as Sophie’s, or Hannah’s even.

Hannah didn’t move her hand away. After a few seconds, that felt like minutes, she glanced sideways at Sophie as she bit her bottom lip, possibly looking for a signal, reassurance maybe. Sophie remained still at first, looking into the young girl’s eyes. Nothing was said, but Sophie covered the girl’s hand with hers as she held her gaze and the hand twitched, Hannah uncertain now, looking to withdraw. Sophie held her hand and moved it up under her hem and Hannah beamed back at her, relief written all over her face.

Sophie moved in close now, her arm around the girl as Hannah’s hand moved freely up under her summer dress and stroked the front of her panties with her fingertips. Hannah continued to talk about the book as she toyed with Sophie and the pulse drummed in Sophie’s ears as the girl played. It was exquisite. The warmth of the sun upon them, feeling slightly heady from a glass of wine and the encounter with Connor and the warmth of this delicious young girl in her arms combined to make a heady cocktail.

Sophie looked at this pretty young thing that she held, and that played so casually across the front of her sex. She wanted to crush her in her arms, to kiss her, to undress her. Images came back of the fleeting glances of those thick stubby brown nipples atop her tiny breasts and Sophie pictured this girl naked in her arms as she suckled on her tits. Her sex flooded with warmth and Sophie juggled with the possibilities. It was risky, with Connor still in the part appartment but with the blood pounding though her body common sense was flying out of the window.

She pulled back to look at Hannah once more as she made her mind up as to the next step.