It's just a touch...

“Thank you, Mr Bradford,” I said in a professional voice when he finished, “for finally deciding to share the WHOLE story with me. Even if the path to this success was bumpy. I now feel obliged to hold to my part of the deal. I’ll allow you to touch my body, but please don’t overuse that opportunity.”

I did my best to maintain my voice dry and professional, I did not want him to know that I hoped he would heavily overuse it.

“Of course, detective,” the host replied in a polite tone, “I appreciate your fairness and I promise to maintain a conservative approach.”

His reply suggested that he managed to unveil my true feelings and was lying to keep our game up; I was not sure whether I hoped so or dreaded that. Bradford stood up and gestured for me to do the same; feigning modesty I slowly obliged. I was fully aware of the craziness of the situation. Here I was standing in just my lingerie in front of a witness, a stranger, and I was about to let him touch me.

If I tried to back out now I would come out as a coward and that was unacceptable. Plus my pussy was already moist, which might explain why my priorities of what was acceptable and what not were so awkward. Absentmindedly I parted my legs slightly when Bradford stepped closer. He was standing right in front of me, tall, strong and confident… and fully dressed. In just my lingerie I felt exposed and ****, feelings I normally would despise, but in the current circumstances they made me feel excited.

I was expecting Bradford to grab my breasts or buttocks and grope them, something an ordinary man might do when being allowed to touch the forbidden fruit. But he managed to surprise me once again, he placed his palms gently on my hips and softly caressed my skin, at first he did not reach beyond my waist, hips and belly. A few moments later one of his palms reached higher and caressed the exposed part of my breast, the other soon joined it and gently fondled the other boob, through the lace bra. The unexpected gentleness aroused me more than the anticipated roughness would have. Bradford clearly knew how to touch a woman and I was letting him play me, but at this point I was not sure whether I cared who would turn out to be ‘victorious’ in our game. The man’s fingers continued to softly caress my skin, while his palms occasionally fondled my breasts or buttocks. My breathing was quickening, but so was his. He leaned forward and placed a kiss on my shoulder, then another one on my collarbone. I did not protest when Bradford bent slightly and kissed the bare skin of my breast. He straightened back up and put a finger on my lips, I let him play with my lower lip and again did not resist when the digit was gently pushed into my mouth. Our eyes remained locked when I sucked on his finger; I was imagining that it was his cock and surely so was he. There was only one spot on my body that had remained untouched…

I sucked on Bradford’s finger for a moment before he finally withdrew it. He then used it to draw a line from my breasts, across my belly and finally between my legs; I offered no resistance. I was wearing pantyhose and panties, but the protection they offered was not enough to stop me from getting hornier. When Bradford’s finger touched my pussy through the clothes for the first time I issued an involuntary moan; it was soft, but in the silence of the room it sounded almost like a scream. The host was gentle only for a moment, then pushed his finger deeper into my clothes; that caused me to issue another moan, louder this time. My pussy was getting wet and I was sure he became aware of that. His other hand reached for my breast, he began to grope it, no longer gently; at that point any kind of touch was turning me on.

We were beyond where I could stop the debauchery, even if I wanted to. But I did not want to stop it, I NEEDED to cum! I was sure my eyes exhibited my desire and Bradford kept looking in them. We both knew that if he continued to finger my pussy, even through my clothes, he would make me climax. He was using more fingers now, his thumb even managed to find my clit, despite the lingerie. Bradford was squeezing my boob roughly and I was moaning loudly and uncontrollably. I was so close! Just a moment and I would get the orgasm I craved so badly. Then, when I was on the very edge, his hands left my body. I issued a loud wail of disappointment, my body trembled with unfulfillment.