Too Many Hands On My Tight Little Body

My heart is pounding and I don't know whether it's from fear or desire anymore. Because there are so many hands on me and they are pressing in, touching and feeling and roaming over my form. They feel like a dozen hands even if they're just in the single digits, but still they feel like they're almost too much ajnd not enough at the same time.

The problem is that there is more than two of them. The problem is that some of them belong to the wrong kind of man.

Beside me Jake nips lightly at the skin of my neck, right in the crook of it, and it makes me shiver and shudder with delight, my eyes fluttering shut and my lips parting in a light little moan. I know that I'm putting on quite the show, but I know that he's not the only one enjoying it.

Blake, on my other side, slides his hand further up my thigh. It makes me tense, almost clamping my legs shut until I realize the problem that will present.

Because their hands are almost perfectly aligned. Pushing up my inner thigh and almost equally up on either side. So aligned that if I were to clench my thighs shut, it would push one hand against the other and they would know what is happening, they would know that they are not alone in touching me right now.

So I don't, I can't. I keep my thighs apart. Hell, I spread them even further.

At that movement Jake smiles into my neck and I feel it on my skin and on the other side of me Blake chuckles, no doubt thinking me some kind of needy little slut who is eager to be touched by him.

Right now I'd have a hard time denying that truth. My body is awash with delight, shimmering like the dew on a leaf in early morning and I keep on trying to make sense of it, but I can't.

Their hands tracing lines on the skin of my inner thigh. Lips on my neck. Another hand on my breast squeezing me through the too thin fabric of my dress. And above it all this delicious mix of dangerous and naughty that is welling up inside of me and coming off of me in waves.

I grip the blanket beneath me and lean back a little more. Spread my legs a little more. Give these men a little more.

A little more access and a little more affirmation that I'm not going to pull away, that I fucking want this as much as they do and I want them to do more than they're doing right now.

Right now they're just teasing me, their touch light and hell almost chaste in comparison to what I've experienced so far today. But they will not be content with almost chaste. These are men and what they want from me is going to push the limits of too much to handle.

They are men with appetites, with needs. Needs and desires that almost match my own and as i feel my body jump and twitch beneath their touch I feel their touch tighten on me.

Jake digs in to my dress for a moment and I feel this bestial impulse in him to rend my clothing asunder and take me, rough and ragged. I remember the power he'd shown when I was on my knees. I remember the power Blake had within him too.

And I wonder what it would be like to have both of them unleashed on me at the very same time.

Two hard and handsome men with their hands all over me. Two men who can't get enough of me, who need me and want me.

Two men. At the same time.

"What do you want tonight?' Blake whispers in my ear, "How much can you take?"

Oh I have visions and fantasies. We're so isolated here almost anything could happen. I could play it all out and feel it all in the present, could twist things around into a moment that would live in infamy.

Because with two men and just little old me? Well it was almost too easy to lose control.

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