Sea of Black.
Chapter 10.
There was almost a sense of deja vu as his hand latched onto my ass, the hesitancy of last time absent.
He most likely figured since I had been so receptive to his touch the first time that I would welcome his touch again.
How right he was.
I relaxed into his touch, breathing out a contented sigh as he kneaded my cheek over my skirt.
He was closer to me this time, the thick scent of his cologne permitting the air.
He didn't smell like an old pervert, in fact, he smelt great.
I actually wanted to spin around and lick him, just to see if he tasted as good as he smelled.
I blushed slightly at my wanton thoughts, aware of the slight shift of his posture that brought his body even closer to mine.
I could hear his even breaths in my ear as his hand slid a little lower, grazing down my thigh until he was touching my legging clad leg before bringing his hand back up to touch my ass, but this time under my skirt.
My mouth fell open in an 'o' of surprise, my eyes widening and my pussy gushing as he palmed my ass liberally.
I swallowed tightly, forcing my features to relax as I bit down on my bottom lip, choking back a moan.
His breathing became shallow in my ear, and I wanted to push back against him and see if his body was reacting like mine was.
I was high on his touch, my mind wrapped in a fog of lust as I floated, the sparks he was sending through my body, kindling a fire.
But just like last time, his hand was as quick to leave as it was to touch, and I barely had time to let out a shaky breath before I was standing alone, my hands gripping the pole as he disappeared into the crowd.