The hand remains

She doesn’t have to wait too long to realise he is feeling daring. Outstretched fingers caress one cheek all over, tips pointing downwards, and heading around the curve of her cheek. It takes only a moment for them to circle down and between her round cheeks so clearly defined in the tight little shorts.

It’s clear that the other men in the group realise something is up as they all pause from conversation, watching Lucy almost standing in their middle, but not moving. She know it must look odd, but she is too aroused by this exploring hand to care, too excited to realise she is doing just what Daddy has told her to do.

She closes her eyes, trying to block out the looks of all the watching men, savouring the feel of a strangers hand on her behind. And that hand continues to roam, sliding down and around the curve of her cheek, fingers sliding over the wet material of her shorts between her thighs. She feels him pause and she knows he has felt the wet patch there, but his hesitation is only momentary, before her lack of resistance encourages him to continue. And she shivers as finger tips run further between her thighs, pressing against that wet patch and onto her pussy inside.

She hears mummers of conversation around her, hearing laughs and comments as the friends of the man touching her all watch, some clearly realising what is happening, others obviously not so aware as they ask others who she is, why she is just standing there. But she happily ignores it all as the fingers press firmer against her, causing her pussy to make her shorts become even wetter. As he presses up against her once more, her knees almost buckle and she staggers back against him, leaning her back against him to stop her falling over. And as she does, he leans down just enough to whisper into her ear.