Someone gently pulls aside the fabric of my thong and begins fingering me

I don’t know how long I’ve fallen asleep. Maybe it’s the X-Change that has sapped me of all of my remaining energy. I can’t say I was dozing off during the drive. I stir awake, though I’m comfortable enough to just lay there on the couch without getting up. I suddenly feel something near my legs. It feels like fingers, but I find that mine are all accounted for and not anywhere near my legs. It’s then I realize it’s someone else’s fingers. I fight the urge to bat away the hand the fingers are connected to or fully sit up and announce that I’m awake.

So, I just lay there, feigning deep slumber, using my sense of touch to observe the hand that’s touching me. Single-handedly, my thong is pulled aside, exposing my pussy to whoever is behind or above me. The cool of the air conditioning brushes against my folds, causing me to stir involuntarily.

I feel the hand remove itself from the reaction, but my success in staying still has permitted the fingers to make contact with my lower body again. Once more, a finger slides aside the fabric of my thong, exposing my folds. Without warning, a finger slides in easily into the canal of my pussy. I bit my lip to stop myself from moaning, but all it does it cause me to sharply take a breath. The delicateness and intricacy of a single digit fucking me feels amazing and I don’t want it to stop. While my sharp intake of breath causes the hand to pause, it does not withdraw from me. When the person sees that I’m still appearing to be asleep, they continue, thrusting their whole finger into my insides.

I manage to exhale deeply into the pillow without moaning outright. But I’m afraid this is all too difficult. It doesn’t help that the thumb of the very same hand has lightly brushed against my clit. This causes my body to stir involuntarily again. The finger withdraws fully, and I rotate my body as if to make myself comfortable. I turn my head to face the other way but make no effort to let whoever is fondling me know that I’m awake and aroused by their gentle stimuli.

After a moment or two, the welcome violation resumes. This time, once the thong has been pulled aside, not one, but two fingers are pushed inside me. I’m somewhat aware that my face is in view and make a note not to make any telling facial expressions. The person doing this to me once again brushes against my clit, but this time does it with more pressure, which is too much for me not to stay quiet. Like a loaded spring, I shoot up from my fake slumber and back away towards the end of the couch. Instinctively, I place the pillow that my head rested against upon my crotch. Somehow, I know I’m getting wet down there.

Standing just a few feet away, recoiled from my sudden bout of wakefulness, is…