She used her fingers to spread my folds, exposing my clit to her thumb, stroking it gently. It was so sensitive after my orgasm, but her hands were gentle, drawing out my arousal again. She bent my legs, placing my feet flat on the table, working my clit with one hand as she pressed her fingers into me. Her fingers curled upwards, connecting with my G-spot on the inside and mimicking the action of the thumb and fingers on the outside. My pelvis tilted towards her hand, aching for the slow thrusts into my pussy and the rhythmic movements of her fingers. She knew exactly where and how to touch me. She shifted her right hand, now three fingers thrusting into me, while her thumb brushed against my clit with each stroke and her pinkie teased against my anus.
Her left hand reached up to roll my nipples and I let out a gasp, grateful for the privacy of our location. My arousal continued to build, one of my hands gripping the side of the table and the other pressed against my mouth. My eyes were clenched tightly shut. She seemed to sense my climax approaching and altered her movements slightly, heightening the sensations at exactly the right moment. A powerful orgasm crashed over me and I let out a loud moan.
She quieted her movements once more, stroking over my belly and breasts, down my thighs, avoiding the parts of me still too sensitive to touch. The light strokes became firmer and moved again towards my breasts, kneading and rolling them in her hands. I couldn’t believe that I wasn’t yet satiated, but sure enough, when she pinched my nipple gently, the familiar heavy pulse echoed in my clit.
She raised my legs, silently indicating that I should hold the backs of my thighs. She drizzled more oil onto my pelvis, rubbing into my bare mound, pressing onto my clit, but not yet touching it directly. I found myself wishing she would lean forward and lick it – or better yet, rub her own pussy against mine. I was becoming obsessed with what I had seen between Tracy and the brunette. I wanted to feel another clit slide against mine, feel her breasts press into my chest, her teeth tease at my nipples. Lucie had taken off her fleece sweater at some point and was wearing only a thin grey t-shirt. Her nipples were erect, despite the heat of the room – points in the centre of her small breasts, as delicate as the rest of her. I wondered if she were aroused too.
Her fingers finally slid between my folds and found my clit once more. It was as though my last peak had not completely subsided and small electric shocks traveled through my body. This time, she used one hand on my clit and the fingers of her other hand again entered my pussy. Her pinky, which had previously teased at the entrance of my anus now pressed against it, pushing slowly inside. The oil and my arousal allowed it to slide in easily and I groaned with the fullness of the sensation. She continued the rhythmic circling and stroking of my clit, rolling and teasing it. I could feel that it had become erect once more and I pulled my legs apart, aching for her fingers inside of me.