I slid my fingers up and down her outer lips, tickling her, sensitising her. Her leg moved slightly allowing me to stroke more of the area. One of my fingers found her asshole and toyed with it a second. Juice from her pussy had made it slightly moist and as I tickled it responded with little convulsions. She loved it when I played with her in such a way.
By now we had stopped kissing. I pulled my head slightly away and looked at her face. Her eyes were shut. The tip of her tongue ever so slightly wetted her lips every now and then as a wave of pleasure from her womanhood washed over her body. The corners of her mouth twitched into small smiles, as my exploring fingers found a hot spot.
Her mound was damp through the flimsy panties. It was time to end the festivity in the only way it could end. Satisfied that she was fully hot, I parted her lips and sought out the clit. As ever it was engorged and fully aroused, so it wasn't hard to locate. I could never really understand why men had difficulty in finding this nexus of pleasure on a woman. Maybe I was just lucky in that I could. Maybe the clit came out to find me! Now there was an interesting notion.
I massaged her clit in small gentle circles with the pad of my forefinger, her body shuddering slightly at the touch. My finger found itself at the top of her clit, where skin met skin and concentrated there. Her body convulsed and spasmed at this. She was about to cum.
My ministrations continued for a few more seconds until I heard her take in a deep breath, it was the quiet before the storm, but fortunately and given the fact that we were in a public place with people nearby, she managed to stifle her cry of pleasure, and burying her head into the nape of my neck let out her vocal protest at having been masturbated. Her body trembled as her muscles contracted and her orgasm reached its peek. Her clit and pussy, still sensitive, reacted with little shocks as my fingers brought her down the pleasure curve, after all its bad manners to bring a woman to such ecstasy and then just leave her hanging, yes?
Her breathing began to normalise, her had squeezed my own in appreciation of my efforts. My hand moved off her mound and slowly down her smooth leg, gently replacing the short skirt as it went. I looked into her as she opened her eyes. The mixture of both love and lust met me, the combination so powerful, so compelling.
A gentle kiss from us both to each other, the squeezing of hands and the briefest whisper of "I love you" signalled the end of the affair, and the return to the screen.