I placed my hand on her thigh and started rubbing her jeans. She didn’t react. The jeans provided her good cover, but as I moved slightly towards her inner thighs, she began to squirm. Her thighs have always been a weak spot of hers. I tried to push my luck and went for her zip, but she patted my hand away.
“Don’t get cocky” she said, a naughty smile lingering on her face as she shifted her gaze back onto the screen. I settled to rubbing her thighs for a while and placed my palm over hers. “I want her thighs to be as sensitive as her pussy.” I wished. I paid for her ticket, so it was only fair that I got my money’s worth out of her.
A few seconds passed and she started to adjust her jeans. I knew the spell had worked. I started rubbing her thighs again. She tightened her legs and looked at me. She knew I had done something. It was my turn to look at the screen with a sleazy smile. I continued to assault her thighs. The jeans did offer her some protection, but it only added to her frustration. It’s like teasing a penis without removing the pants. Not enough to make you cum, but enough to leave you wanting for more. She tried to push my hand aside, but I pinched her thighs and she had to bite her lip to prevent herself from gasping out loud.
“Stop. I am…I don’t…Someone might hear us, you idiot!” she stammered.
“Are you gonna moan?” I asked. She blushed. “Well, that just makes me want to do you more”
I stimulated her thighs for 15 minutes, by which time she had sandwiched her finger between her teeth to suppress her moans. Her body had started to sweat profusely and I could feel queasiness upon her face. Little squeaks did manage to slip past her defence, but not so loud as to cause any unnecessary doubt. I looked around and there was no one in our row or the row behind. I got brave and pulled her onto my seat. She did not protest. She wanted more and though she wouldn’t say it, her silence made it suggestive enough. I made her sit on my lap and kissed the nape of her neck while simultaneously rubbing her thighs. I pushed back her long raven hair to one side and licked her ears, first along the helix, then her scapha, her concha, and finally plunged my tongue as far as I could into her earhole.
Her body slid down like melted butter. Her face rested on my left shoulder which made it easier to violate her ears. I dripped cold saliva into her ear hole and her body shuddered like ice water drenched her tender skin on a cold winter’s day. Her body and mind was totally under my spell and if I had asked her to strip naked right then, she would have done it.
I eased my point and ring finger into her mouth. “Suck it like a penis” I commanded and she obliged. She was horny alright. Like a baby sucking on a nibble, she rolled her tongue all over my fingers and pushed it in as deep as her lips would allow. I placed my other hand on one of her boobs and squeezed it like a stress ball. She gasped.
“Now” I said, letting my lips rub the outer layer of her ears as I talked. “I am going to do something to your tits and you are going to be absolutely fine with it.” I took my fingers out and slid my tongue down her throat. As I french kissed her, cushioning her rose-tinted cheeks on my palms, I wished: “I want her boobs to grow big enough to pop out her top two shirt buttons”