“Oh, so you want me to feel your pussy?” I said, totally surprised. She gasped and blushed even harder. “Oh my god, you can’t just say things like that! It’s so embarrassing…” She squirmed and pulled the blanket across her thighs, clearly aroused. “I… I don’t know if I can let you do that. It feels too naughty and wrong…” She pouted and looked away for a moment before turning back with a mischievous grin. “Fuck! Would you stop teasing me! Do you want me to feel your pussy or what?” “Well… maybe if you ask really nicely and promise not to tell anyone, I might consider it. You’d have to be gentle though!” She spread her legs slightly under the blanket, giving me a better view of her glistening labia. I moved closer to the bed. “You want me to pull the covers aside so I can see everything? Or do you want me to slip my hand under the covers and feel the wetness of your pussy?” She held my gaze, a slow, deliberate exhale escaping her lips as she let the comforter slide completely off her legs, pooling at the foot of the bed. The lamplight caught the sheen on her inner thighs, and she arched her back just slightly, presenting herself without a hint of shyness now. “Staring is a good start. But I think we both know you’re not here to just look.” She reached down, her fingers brushing over her own stomach, tracing a slow path downward but stopping just short. “Come closer, the bed’s right here.” “Mmm, you look wet.” I placed my right hand on the inside of her knee and began to move it with a light touch up the inside of her thigh, getting close to her vagina, but then tracing around and up to the little indentation of her left hip bone. “How does that feel? Do you want my fingers inside you? How bad?” She moaned softly and arched her back as my hand moved up her thigh. “Oh god, that feels so good… I can’t believe you’re touching me like this…” She bit her lip and looked at me with hooded eyes. “I… I want your fingers inside me so badly. I need to feel you touching my most intimate places…” She spread her legs wider, giving me full access. “Please, Tim, put your fingers inside me. I’m so wet for you already. I need you to fill me up and make me feel good.” I moved right next to her, cock bulging against my shorts. I moved my right hand up her waist and circled her left breast while she watched that hand, hungry for more than a titty caress. She shivered as my hand traced her waist and up under her breast, the light touch sending a ripple of anticipation straight to her core. Her hips tilted up almost involuntarily. “It feels… frustratingly good.” A breathy laugh escaped her. “You’re teasing me on purpose, aren’t you? Asking how bad I want it…” She bit her lower lip. “I want it bad enough that I didn’t stop when I heard you at the door. So what does that tell you?” While she was focused on my right hand under her breast, my left hand, out of nowhere, landed right at the top of her mons, little finger inching closer to her labia. “Is this what you mean?” A sharp gasp caught in her throat. Her back arched off the mattress, pressing her breast more firmly into my circling right hand. “Fuck…” she breathed out. “That’s exactly what I mean. I need you to touch me more…” She let her head fall back against the pillows, eyes fluttering shut for a second before she looked back at me, her smile lazy and wanting. “Your turn to stop teasing. I’m so wet and ready for you already.” She spread her legs even wider, thrusting her hips up toward my hand. “I want to feel your fingers inside me. Please fill me up and make me yours.”

The Touch