Sensual Caress
His palm lay against her belly, and he
discovered with a smile that Julie was an “outie.” His longest fingers just
crested the ridge of her pubic bone. A whisper of motion and he could feel
the smooth skin beneath the sweats. He drew his arm upwards, his elbow grazing
her warm breasts, and he set about to untie the drawstrings around her waist.
At this odd angle he was clumsy, and his fingernails too short to grasp the
tiny knot. He fumbled quietly for a time, until suddenly his hand was shoved
away. He recognized the tearing of a seam in his ears as she thrust his hand
through the torn waistband and over her mons. Now his fingers felt coarse
ringlets underneath sheer panties, and he scritched lightly in circles at
the top of the hill. With each circle he dipped somewhat lower, until he
was sweeping across the barest hint of a ridge of flesh. He stopped his
advances there, pressing more firmly but always only grazing that spot.