Page 23 of Sext Me, Baby

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My body would be turned toward yours…

One arm across the seatback with my other under the table.

Sara:

That’s a very good start. Keep going…

Operator 69:

I’d slip my hand between your thighs and touch you…

The tips of my fingers grazing, teasing you through the thin cotton of your yoga pants.

You’d get wet for me, creating a damp spot.

Like a mark on a map, it would show me where my treasure lies.

Sara:

And would you find it?

Operator 69:

Patience, Sara…

I’d steadily increase the pressure until I’m rimming the entrance of your pussy…

The friction from the fabric would drive you insane and prevent any real penetration.

Sara:

Oh God

Operator 69:

Wrong. It’s “Oh Ian” and that’s exactly what I’d make you scream.

In the middle of the busy coffee shop, you’d come so hard you’d tremble against my hand.

I gasp loudly before I can stop myself and look over to see the man named Will arching a questioning brow at me, like he’s asking if I’m okay.

Operator 69:

How are you feeling now, gorgeous?

Sara:

I’m feeling glad this shirt reaches mid-thigh.

Otherwise, everyone in here would probably see the “mark on my map.”

I’m on my way to the restroom.

Operator 69:

Fuck, I wish I could touch you right now.

I’d make that wet spot visible through your shirt.

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