Franz hesitated at first, his hand hovering in the air above her. She had a slim, wild beauty that was almost mesmerizing, and his palms tingled at the thought of touching her. Lowering his hand slowly, he stroked her lightly at first, the feel of her firm young body causing something to happen inside him, a quickening of his senses below the belt.
Try as he might, he couldn’t keep his wayward c**k from stiffening—a fire gathering between his legs. His hands were surprisingly steady as they continued to move, his straying gaze coming to rest on her full, lush breasts. He wasn’t used to seeing a woman’s breasts outside her stays, and to see them this way caused a jolt deep inside him. The thin material of her blouse even allowed him to see the bold outline of her n*****s pressed against it
