GONE IN MINUTES Ch 6
The fingers trailing across my mini skirt clad ass as I stood facing my colleague, Julie, at the company Christmas party sent a trail of sparks straight to my libido. Say what you like, at forty-eight no amount of looking in the mirror, no amount of husbandly compliments or ones from colleagues and friends alike say, ‘you’ve still got it’, like a physical touch. The simple act of three or four fingers trailing their way slowly and sensually from left buttock to right along the line of my super-short dress. Sometimes on silky fabric, sometimes on silkier skin, at exactly the half-way point drawn along my panty covered sex. Pressing briefly but insistently. The touch, from the guy who’d walked ever so slowly behind me, made me wet in the scant three seconds it had taken him to perform the act. Read More …
