She sat down behind me, gently placing her legs on either side of my crossed legs. Slowly, as if trying to refrain from disturbing my peaceful state, she put her hands behind her and pushed herself closer to my body, until her warm thighs pressed against my uncovered, chilly lower back. Goosebumps raised themselves against her thighs. She pressed her pelvis against the bottom of my spine and I shuddered. Slowly, she leaned forward until her breasts touched my naked back, skin on skin. Pushing her breasts slowly into my back, we were now in full contact with one another. It was intoxicating.
I shuddered again as she softly placed both of her hands on the backs of my hands resting on my knees. Gently but firmly, she pulled her hands up my forearms, around the bend of my elbows, and up my chilly upper arms. The warmth of her palms on my cool skin made me let out a gentle, comforted sigh. Her hands ran over my shoulders, then down across my collar bone. With her middle finger, she softly pressed into the muscles under my collar bone and made little firm circles, massaging my chest muscles. Relieving the pressure and ending the little massage, her hands continued to explore.
Back and forth over my pectoral area, her hands then drifted south. Lifting her hands slightly, all four of her fingertips on each hand trailed a tickled line down my chest, approaching but slowing before reaching my areolae. My nipples hardened to the light touch. Smiling, her fingers proceeded, and then drew light circles around my breasts. I sighed again in pleasure. Her nails grazed my skin with each pass on the far side of the circles she made around my breasts, eliciting a small gasp from me each time.
Her palms dropped onto my hardened nipples and she grasped my breasts firmly. Pushing them together, massaging the soft tissue, rubbing the goose bump-covered skin, she played and breathed deeply as she enjoyed herself. Placing her chin on my left shoulder, I could feel her hot breath on my left ear, and the already building moisture between my legs grew.
Adjusting her arms to rest on my hips and thighs, her hands moved down from over my breasts to my flat tummy. Back and forth, she ran her right hand over my soft skin, grazing the underside of my breasts with her nails every so often. Her right hand passed over the top of my mons, and my wetness grew once more. Running her hand back up my stomach and giving my right breast one final squeeze, she brought her hand slowly back down.
Slowly, teasingly, her playful fingertips traveled, with confident pressure, over my panty-covered mound. She stopped her hand right before the top of my slit. I held my breath and my heart jumped. She bunched up the fabric over my mons and pulled on it gently, so the silk slid over and between my wet folds. Letting go of the panties, she once again pressed her fingertips confidently down on my mons. Pressing forward, her hand stopped again just before the top of my slit. Her middle finger pressed slightly harder, and moved forward, putting pressure through my mons onto my swollen clit. A shaky gasp escaped my throat.
Letting up from the gentle pressure, her middle finger pressed forward over my wetness, pushing all the way down my slit, but not pushing inside. Her finger pressed against the damp fabric hovering over my entrance, she applied a little bit more pressure, her now wet finger making contact with my hole. Another ragged gasp escaped from my trembling lips. With more pressure this time, she ran her finger back up my slit. She stopped at the top. I spread my legs wide, pressing the balls of my feet together, allowing my already swollen labia to part. My inner labia separated slowly, sticky with juices. I was completely open for her.
Her middle finger hovering over my clitoris, now only covered by my panties, she pressed gently on the fabric until the wet silk made contact with my clit. The fabric was chilly from air exposure at first, a pleasantly shocking sensation, then quickly warmed to her touch and my wet bud. She made slow, hard circles around my clitoris, rubbing and pushing on the little button. She would press on the center of it, slowly move her finger to the right, and let it spring out from under her finger, sending a shockwave of pleasure through my whole body.
To my dismay, she stopped. I huffed in aroused impatience. Hooking her thumbs under the hips of my underwear, she pulled them down towards my thighs. I gently lifted myself and allowed her to pull my panties down as far as she could over my thighs. Bringing my bent legs together, I quickly pulled the panties over my knees and threw them across the room with a trembling hand. She giggled.
When I brought my legs back down with the balls of my feet pressed against each other once again, she gently placed her warm palms on the insides of my knees, then dragged them slowly up my inner thighs, stopping just before she reached my crotch. She pushed her palms back down my thighs and ran them over my knees, then up the outside of my thighs. Giggling with delight, she teased me like this one or two more times.
