“Oh, sorry.” He looked up smiling sheepishly.
“That’s ok,” she said reassuringly, putting her hand on his forearm. Jake reached over wit his other hand and Becky stepped back. “So what are you looking at?” Jake looked like a kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar. “Are you wondering what panties I’m wearing today?” Jake’s heart rate seemed to double as he nodded his head. Becky seemed to consider this for a moment. “Tell you what? Do you want to feel them?” Jake nodded his head again, much more vigorously this time.
“Ok, but then I get to. . . ” she looked him over. “Take off your socks!” Jake sat up reaching for his feet. “No!” she said, pushing him back down. “I get to do it!”
Becky slowly pushed up his jeans at the bottom and pulled his socks off, one at a time. Jake couldn’t take his eyes off her. She threw them on the floor and slowly walked up next to him.
“Now it’s your turn” Jake lifted his hand and lowered it next to the bed beside him. As he brought it up however, Becky grabbed his wrist. “Not there. . . . Here.” She guided his hand to her backside, but over her skirt. Jake immediately traced the edge of her panties as they arced over her buttock, felt the gap underneath before tracing the top of her thigh-high stockings.
Becky looked down at Jakes face, rapt with concentration, trying to see through her thin skirt with his fingers. Jake’s other hand raised, reaching for her.
Again Becky stepped back. “No, Jake, that wasn’t the deal!” She scolded. He looked up at her imploringly. “Do you want to feel me there, underneath?”
“Yes!” He croaked out, clearing his throat.
“Ok, then I get. . . ” she put a finger to her mouth, her brow furrowed in concentration, “your shirt!.” Becky grabbed the hem of his shirt and slid it upwards, pulling it over his head. As she stepped back to put the shirt down, Jake’s hand was already stretched out to her.
Becky stepped back beside Jake and immediately his hand was under her skirt, caressing her bottom, tracing the edges of her panties, sliding over her legs and over the flesh between her panties and thigh highs. But once his hand reached between her legs and began sliding upwards, Becky clenched her thighs together. “Jake! Do you want me to stop?” He shook his head no, his hand frozen in place. “Ok, then.” Becky relaxed her thighs, and Jake’s hand retreated, massaging only her buttocks and legs once again.
She could see Jake’ erection, his hips tilting from side to side, wondering if he was trying to stimulate himself as he touched her. And she could feel her own arousal, the gentle caresses under her skirt, the power she was enjoying, and Becky wondered if Jake could feel the heat she knew was now pouring out between her legs.
Once again, Jake raised his other hand to her, but she caught his wrist. “Not yet Jake.” She noticed the huskiness in her voice, hoping he didn’t know how aroused she was getting. Jake then attempted to guide her hand to his crotch, to have her touch him, but she let go. Frustrated he pulled her closer to him with his right arm still on her buttocks, closed his eyes and rested his hand in his lap, gently pressing down.