I do as she says, unbuttoning my blouse quickly and positioning myself against the tree as requested.
“Come on, Gail. Nothing I haven’t seen before underneath that bra. Don’t be shy now.” The memory of her eyes on me this morning hits me again with full force. Much more than the thought of her fingers inside of me, it makes my blood race through my veins, heating up my flesh.
Swiftly, I unhook my bra because, frankly, I can’t wait to expose my breasts to the heavy Atlanta air.
“That’s more like it.” Joanne doesn’t come for me immediately, instead she stands there for a while, eyeing my naked flesh. My n*****s grow rock hard under her gaze. For all the staring she’s done at my naked body, she has barely touched me. It’s a strange sensation to have had a woman’s fingers inside of me, but
