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  1. Panties eased slowly downwards. Kicked off.
  2. The camisole is untied, breasts exposed, rough fingers on naked skin.
  3. Hands exploring around my torso, pressing my breasts, tweaking my nipples.
  4. Your rough wet tongue, smooth silken lips, scratchy stubble at the crease of my thighs, following the leg-line of the panties.
  5. A heavy hand presses my shoulders further onto the seat of the sofa, pulling the armrest into the curve of my hips, tipping my bottom up.
  6. A flick of my skirt and it's flipped over onto my back, exposing white cotton and lace panties, damp with my desire.
  7. When you eventually deign to touch the naked skin of my thigh, I gasp with pleasure.
  8. Teasing me you stroke back down the stocking again, sliding and circling with your fingernails.
  9. Moving slowly up, sliding gently behind my knees, thighs, to the top of the hold-ups. Fingers squeezing between my thighs, I part my legs.
  10. The big hands stroke down my thighs, leaving the hem of the skirt behind, they caress my silky stockinged legs, my calves, my ankles.
  11. Two hands cupping my buttocks, stroking, squeezing.
  12. A fingernail scraping gently down my spine, hopping over each of the ties.
  13. A hand on my hair, grabbing it evenly, pulling just enough to give me a thrill.
  14. My white cotton camisole is pushed up, bunching under my ribs, straining at the ties holding it together along the back.
  15. I drink in the scent of history and generations: furniture polish, spilt coffee, cigar smoke, aging horsehair, well-used cotton.
  16. Fingertips trail delicately over the exposed skin at the small of my back.
  17. Creaky old wooden-framed sofa with faded threadbare upholstery. My face pressed into the seat, my belly on the cushioned armrest.
  18. Teasing me. #journaling
  19. A lustful glance across the table, the accidental brush of your fingers as you pass the wine.
  20. The others oblivious. Me damp with longing.