Molly took the man’s hand, and guided it to the elastic band at her waist. He was a quick learner, soon his hands were moving beneath the fabric. And she watched the way his fingers made the fabric move so that Buttercup bumped into Blossom, and then moved apart again. These pajamas were so anti-erotic, and yet at the same time, she was so enjoying things. She closed her eyes, and took in the sensations.
It was unpredictable having someone else’s fingers touching her. Unpredictable but she liked it. She liked being touching in this way. She thought of Mr. Perfect on the other side of the door, he had too much “respect” for her to touch her like this. She heard a soft moan, and opened her eyes. It took a moment for her to realize that it had come from her.
The man above her was smiling proudly at her. He knew he was doing good things. Or very bad things, depending on how one looked at it. She moved her hand to touch a breast through the pajamas. Her nipples were alert. She grimaced when the motions between her legs stopped. She had a strong desire to tell him not to stop. Instead she waited to see what would happen. He was tugging at the elastic, trying to… well, to pull it down!
Molly lifted her hips, and let him remove the lower half of her pajamas. She was shaved; she liked to feel the water on her skin in the shower. It was for her benefit, no one else’s. He seemed amazed by this, and his fingers moved over the skin. She shuddered. It was all she could do not to thrust against those fingers.
Then he found it, her clitoris. Jackpot, her eyes felt like spinning as he manipulated the nub. It felt so incredibly good. Words stopped coming to mind. Sensation took over. Slipping finger- moves over nub, back and forth, a little more pressure, and little more pleasure. Can’t breathe- have to remember to breathe- more finger movement?
She gulped in air, and exhaled it raggedly. She was trying to be quiet, no need to attract attention. She jerked her hips up, feeling him, wanting him. Wanting more. Fingers moved lower- they touched inside, definitely, just one finger fit in, and it was wiggling, moving and turning. It was testing her. She tightened the muscles there, and felt the finger rake against her more solidly. A second finger seemed to be attempting to slip in where the first had foraged. She wanted to protest that this would be too much. At the same moment she opened her mouth to speak a thumb hit her clit, and all that came out was a moan. Her thoughts staggered again scattering to the winds.
The movement began steady, two fingers, she was full, very full, and they were moving back and forth. It was pleasant, but not as pleasant as the circles on her clitoris. She grabbed the hand and held it against herself, held it so she could really fuck his fingers. She kept moving, and her eyes fluttered uneasily. She dug her heels into the ground, and moved up.
Her head turned from side to side in the ground, denying that she Molly was experiencing these things. That’s when she saw the feet. She followed her eyes up legs that were definitely male, all the way up to a penis that was stiffening before her eyes. The voyeur provided enough distraction that she didn’t notice the fingers stop.
Suddenly she was very full, almost painfully so. The man between her legs had moved so that his thing was inside her. She blushed, and turned her head from the feet on her left. A woman stood on her right. As she felt the man pierce her little hole, she realized that they were surrounded. He was moving, and she fought the feelings inside her, wanting to watch what these people did.
There was something building inside her, she could feel it. She somehow didn’t care that people were watching this man take her still half dressed in her pj’s on the grass in the middle of the day in a strange world on top of her dining room table.
Suddenly she found what she had been looking for. The climax rocked her; she felt it moving through her nerves in waves. Her nipples ached with it; her clit was pulsing with it. Her pussy tensed with it. She lay still, letting the afterglow wash over the body she hadn’t known could do that. There were still stars blinking at her in her mind’s eye when she watched the man pull out only to cum on the ground right outside of her. She imagined a flower sprouting there and giggled.
Her amusement was cut short as another pulse hit her clitoris. She closed her eyes and breathed. If she could focus on that her body might calm down.
It was unpredictable having someone else’s fingers touching her. Unpredictable but she liked it. She liked being touching in this way. She thought of Mr. Perfect on the other side of the door, he had too much “respect” for her to touch her like this. She heard a soft moan, and opened her eyes. It took a moment for her to realize that it had come from her.
The man above her was smiling proudly at her. He knew he was doing good things. Or very bad things, depending on how one looked at it. She moved her hand to touch a breast through the pajamas. Her nipples were alert. She grimaced when the motions between her legs stopped. She had a strong desire to tell him not to stop. Instead she waited to see what would happen. He was tugging at the elastic, trying to… well, to pull it down!
Molly lifted her hips, and let him remove the lower half of her pajamas. She was shaved; she liked to feel the water on her skin in the shower. It was for her benefit, no one else’s. He seemed amazed by this, and his fingers moved over the skin. She shuddered. It was all she could do not to thrust against those fingers.
Then he found it, her clitoris. Jackpot, her eyes felt like spinning as he manipulated the nub. It felt so incredibly good. Words stopped coming to mind. Sensation took over. Slipping finger- moves over nub, back and forth, a little more pressure, and little more pleasure. Can’t breathe- have to remember to breathe- more finger movement?
She gulped in air, and exhaled it raggedly. She was trying to be quiet, no need to attract attention. She jerked her hips up, feeling him, wanting him. Wanting more. Fingers moved lower- they touched inside, definitely, just one finger fit in, and it was wiggling, moving and turning. It was testing her. She tightened the muscles there, and felt the finger rake against her more solidly. A second finger seemed to be attempting to slip in where the first had foraged. She wanted to protest that this would be too much. At the same moment she opened her mouth to speak a thumb hit her clit, and all that came out was a moan. Her thoughts staggered again scattering to the winds.
The movement began steady, two fingers, she was full, very full, and they were moving back and forth. It was pleasant, but not as pleasant as the circles on her clitoris. She grabbed the hand and held it against herself, held it so she could really fuck his fingers. She kept moving, and her eyes fluttered uneasily. She dug her heels into the ground, and moved up.
Her head turned from side to side in the ground, denying that she Molly was experiencing these things. That’s when she saw the feet. She followed her eyes up legs that were definitely male, all the way up to a penis that was stiffening before her eyes. The voyeur provided enough distraction that she didn’t notice the fingers stop.
Suddenly she was very full, almost painfully so. The man between her legs had moved so that his thing was inside her. She blushed, and turned her head from the feet on her left. A woman stood on her right. As she felt the man pierce her little hole, she realized that they were surrounded. He was moving, and she fought the feelings inside her, wanting to watch what these people did.
There was something building inside her, she could feel it. She somehow didn’t care that people were watching this man take her still half dressed in her pj’s on the grass in the middle of the day in a strange world on top of her dining room table.
Suddenly she found what she had been looking for. The climax rocked her; she felt it moving through her nerves in waves. Her nipples ached with it; her clit was pulsing with it. Her pussy tensed with it. She lay still, letting the afterglow wash over the body she hadn’t known could do that. There were still stars blinking at her in her mind’s eye when she watched the man pull out only to cum on the ground right outside of her. She imagined a flower sprouting there and giggled.
Her amusement was cut short as another pulse hit her clitoris. She closed her eyes and breathed. If she could focus on that her body might calm down.
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