I sat in the chair with my palms pressed against the top of my thighs. I was wearing a skirt that hugged my full ass. If I were standing up the skirt would have come to my mid thigh. A black stretchy tank top covered my lace demi bra. I was not skinny girl; I came with curves, Full double D breasts and a round ass.
He was a mystery.
"You may move your hands now, but only touch your thighs." I slowly began to rub my thighs. Soft caresses and then with more pressure to indicated my desire for more.
"Move your hand up, and rub your belly."
Slowly my hand traveled up my hipbone to my belly, above my pussy and below my breasts.
"Use both hands."
My hands pulled away from the center to my sides then back again, each time increasing my arousal. I could feel my clit swell and my panties become moist, and even though I couldn't touch my nipples, I knew they were hard.
"Such beautiful breasts. Touch them, but do not touch the nipples."
My finger tips traced the sides and up around the swell of my breasts. I used my hands to cup my full breasts. Then they pulled up around the sides to squeeze them together, as my finger continued the path the come between them. I hoped he was as aroused as I was.
"Now you can touch your nipples."
I cupped my breast fully then, feeling my nipples push through the fabric, hard against my palm. I used my middle finger to circle my nipple, which made it harder, and my panties wetter. Then I used my thumb and gently flicked it.
"Take off your blouse."
Slowly I pulled off my tank top to reveal my large breasts bursting from my bra. I began skimming my fingers on the newly exposed skin. Tracing my fingers along the lace edging of the bra. I desperately wanted to slip my fingers in, but had to wait.
"Squeeze your nipple though the bra."
I began squeezing the nipple, enjoying the erotic sensation of the rough lace against my sensitive skin. Every squeeze to my nipples increased my awareness of the ache between my legs.
" Are you wet?"
I nodded.
"Let's see how wet. Slowly pull up your skirt and show me your panties."
I began to inch my skirt up slowly. It was torture. When the hem of my skirt was above the waist of my panties I stopped.
"Spread your legs. Let me see."