As he began moving his hand lower across her abdomen her breath quickened, her stomach tightened and unconsciously she arched her back ever so slightl.... Following his hand with his mouth he worked his way down her body. Moaning she reached for him to pull him back up to her, wanting, needing to kiss him, but he shrugged off her hands. Without raising his head he captured both of her wrists in his hands and pinned them to her side. ‘Uh, uh, uh,’ he said. ‘Not yet.’ He flicked his tongue on her. This is even worse for her. She remembers that night. In fact, she has daydreamed about it for the past few days.As the ice cube reaches her neck and his tongue is moving up from your breast to her chest, she remembers the feeling of his tongue on her clit. Her waist is now grinding, trying to get her clit to touch anything it can. The sounds, the sight, and now the memory of his tongue on her clit is driving her wild.He then produces a straw and blows through the straw all over her body. Now. The bus was already full by the time I got in, which meant that I had to travel standing. Father said that one usually got a seat midway through the journey, but I have never minded traveling standing. And more the crowd the better, there was always a chance that you got groped. And at that stage in my life, any attention to my cock was more than welcome. As a quiet smooth faced schoolboy I got groped and rather regularly on the local buses. On many journeys unseen hands pleasured me till. A glittery suit sparkled and shone, catching the lights that flashed in time to the screaming music. She kissed her finger tips, squeezing her nipples, crossing her legs around the pole, pressing her pussy against it. He watched her with detatched amusement, then got up abruptly from the table. Paying the bartender, he melted into the shadows, watching from backstage.Cheryl, the glittery strip dancer skipped offstage with a last good-bye kiss to the crowd. Her furious mood did not change when.