Molly and Mr. Wet and Sexy began pulling off her clothes together. He seemed completely incapable of helping, but his eagerness was endearing -though not perhaps as endearing as the thing between his legs. She slid her hands against her own skin, feeling little droplets of water fall from his damp hair and hit her belly in odd spots.
It was somehow more erotic having him like that. He kissed his way down the line of her body, between her breasts, ignoring her nipples, pausing at her belly button to explore with this tongue, and then down to the apex between her legs. She was aching to feel him there, she was certain his tongue would feel pleasant against that flesh. She didn’t find out. Instead, he put his fingers there. Investigating. She was frustrated, not what she wanted. She was getting turned off. Other people were gathering around her, and she didn’t like that either. She started to close her legs.
Definitely it was time to go home. Gathering the fabric to her chest, and standing up. She left them all, not caring if they watched her nude bum bounce on the way to the door. She would be back in her world in a jiffy away from men that didn’t know where to put what.
She opened the door and returned to her own life, sitting on the floor in the living room masturbating along.