“Oh, it’s OK”, she smiled as she pulled me back onto her. She must have
read my mind! “How does that feel? Does that feel gooood?” God, what a
voice! And what a ridiculously obvious question! Our lips locked in
another, mouth-watering kiss, and I pressed hard against her thigh. I
thought any second I would explode, covering the inside of my shorts
with hot stickiness.

Her hand, which was still massaging my chest, dropped down lower, past
my belt – and oh my god! Sharon was incredible. The touch of her
strong fingers stroking me through my pants, while her smooth
silk-stockinged thigh was pressing from the other side, was more than I
could stand. I cast all embarrassment aside, and furiously ground my
hips into her waiting hand, while kissing and tongueing her for all I
was worth.