She felt a momentary twinge of self-consciousness as she realised the view he must have. Her hair a mess, ass in the air, probably bright red from his attentions. The crotch of her lingerie was tight against her, likely outlining every curve of her pussy and she felt it begin to throb in anticipation. Soon. Surely, soon he would give it some attention. Soon.
Sia heard movement behind her but she couldn’t tell for certain what the stranger was doing, then she felt him behind her once again. He nudged her feet apart with his own, then stepped between them. He traced the line of her panties with his fingers and she felt a flutter in her belly at his touch. So close. So close. He moved slowly, teasingly. Sia sighed and was rewarded by the feeling of his fingernails moving over the crotch of her panties. Slowly, softly, like a feather he teased her. The circled and twisted, swept over her aching clit and then drifted back down to where she could feel a growing patch of wetness.
His nails caught on the fabric of her lingerie. Caught and pulled and she sighed louder.
“Do you like that?” he asked.
“Yes,” she breathed, her voice as soft and airy as his touch had been.