Chapter 3
He stares me right in the eye and says, "Well? bump or bulge?" And at the same time I feel his fingertips start to run up my inner thigh. Oh s**t!
And I say, stupidly, "Is that all you?"
He answers matter-of-factly, "I think so, you can check if you want." And I'm dying to! But I can't tell him that!
But he saves me for the moment with a simple question, "Want another drink?" All the while his fingertips played up and down on my soft smooth skin, about two inches from my p***y. And it's ten times as erotic because I know he could touch me at any moment, even if he doesn't.
"N ... no. Maybe ..." I don't know how to say it.
"Maybe we should go someplace else?" he asks, with a big smile. "How about my place ... or yours?"
"Mine." It's just up the hill, and I'll feel more secu
