**Victoria’s Point Of View**
Two eyes were on me. Well, three. Two unwanted, one very much wanted. The firm, strong fingers that tease my p***y lips have me feeling breathless. The other two eyes came from the couple in the row with us. The ones who could get a good idea of what we were doing.
Massimo didn’t seem to care or notice that they were staring at his hand. My dress was short enough for him to do anything he wanted. His fingers slid along the firm lines of my lace, I bit the inside of my cheek and focused on the screen. His hand felt so good, and he wasn’t even touching me bare.
He rubbed me through the fabric harder. The incredible feeling of pleasure made my stomach tight. My legs struggled to stay apart. The fabric of my lace panties against my p***y was a feeling I enjoyed
