“It’s a lovely little thing,” he murmurs in your ear as you rest yourself on his thigh, squirming a little. “Warm to the touch, and yielding. Find it for me.”
Shyly at first, then with some enthusiasm, you reach down into the pretty satin band of fabric and brush your fingers over yourself: smooth where he shaved you, velvet-soft where you can feel the beginnings of just a little swell.
“Don’t be shy,” he grins, and then both his hands are there, pressing to rock you back against him and pull you up a little bit under his fingertips. He doesn’t go underneath the panties, not quite, but the pressure is perfectly clear. You inhale.
“There. Try it like that.” You follow his movement, hand on the outside and pressing against your mound, then deeper under to rub the seam against your clit. It’s nothing you haven’t done before, not exactly, but it’s different somehow—like you’re acting as his hands, even as his other pair roams up and down your tingling back.
Spurred on, fumbling a little with excitement, you slide your hand underneath again and spread yourself, wet your fingertips. It’s a lot easier than it was a moment ago. His hands move down to rub your thighs, encouraging you to spread a little wider. You feel yourself contract, pulse, hunger, and the sudden heat in your belly makes you lean your other hand on his knee for support.
“There you go,” he says, and the pleased tone in his voice is as effective as a vibrator. You’re rubbing yourself in earnest now, humping his leg and your hand—no, his hand—as your wetness begins to seep downward into the sparkly, satin pretties he made you wear today.
You can’t quite stay quiet any longer, all shyness gone now, rocking your throbbing clit like a clumsy teenager flooded with need. You were about to to cum very, very hard in your panties – and right in front of him.
“Good girl – I knew I could make you do that.” he grinned.