She continues with her hand

Leaning close to him, her view is completely filled by him; his stomach, thighs and in the centre of her vision, his cock. She continues to stroke him, seeing him move in her soft embrace, the skin around his cock slipped back and forth, moving around the swollen head.

As she strokes him a little faster, more droplets of precum appear at his opening, and every time she spots one, she flicks her tongue out to taste him again. And every time she does, the volume of his moans increases, delighting her.

The world around her vanishes as she gives all her attention to this cock, not even the man, just the cock in her hand. Stroking back and forth, feeling it throb, seeing it dispense drop after drop of his pre-cum that she quickly laps up. Gradually she feels his hands on her shoulders tighten, his fingers firmly digging into her bare skin, the thin straps of the evening gown offering little protection. His groans become louder and closer together as her soft hand continues a firm stroke up and down him, his arousal so clear to her from her view just inches away.

"Keep going Flis, keep going, oh you clever young girl" he moans from above her as his fingers dug harder into her soft skin, encouraging her to continue. Her hand moves faster, a strange sense of pride filling her at how close she has already brought this stranger to a wonderful conclusion.But for a brief moment as she brings him closer there is a clarity in her thoughts, as she considers what she is really doing and how she must look right now; a young girl, in a full length evening gown, stroking the cock of an older man whose name she still has no idea of, and who was so very close to exploding, just inches from her face.