I felt my legs being pried apart and sensations dancing up and down my inner thighs.
I moaned. I heard a low, male voice say, “I. Want. You.”
I shook my head in disbelief. I could explain away the feelings, but the voice? I couldn’t explain that.
I should’ve been scared, but nothing mattered except the warm feelings. I enjoyed the imaginary fingers slowly caress my inner thighs. I felt the fingers open up my pussy lips, exposing me to the still, nippy air. I felt like a Georgia O’Keeffe flower blooming, opening, blossoming in the ecstasy of that exquisite touch. I was wide open for the finger circling my clit, slowly rubbing me clockwise and counterclockwise. This was like masturbation on steroids, but vibrators couldn’t arouse me like this.
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