Although I could see the screen, hear the brilliant soundtrack, the great music, the witty dialogue, I was also in a parallel universe which consisted of pure physical sensation.
As his fingers moved, he could sense my arousal and perfectly judged when and how to step up the action.
I trembled as his hand moved slowly, inexorably, up my thighs and under the hem of my flimsy skirt. Then he stopped, as if unsure of whether it was safe to proceed.
I was torn between indignation, outrage and excitement. But I was turned on. Big time! Even more than I was in the bedroom of my house if that was even possible.
I breathed deeply, audibly and he moved his hand further and higher, until I could feel the tips of his fingers caressing the insides of my thighs; my p***y lips, already moist, tanta
