Her solution was to buy a pair of black velvet gloves with white faux fur. They were finger less - very sexy. She had texted an image weeks before and...I had commented I would love to see those gloves wrapped around my hard cock. See the gloves was too much to resist.I went to the door, closed it and was pleased to see that it locked from the inside. I gave her a naughty look, to which she responded, "no, don't even think about it". I just smiled and pulled her to me kissing and groping her ass.. Maybe it was all these skirts; these beautiful feminine skirts,which slid like silk and flowed like wine. They brought him pleasurethrough his fingers and looked so desirable to his eyes. He had actuallyhad to stop himself twice from bringing one of them to his lips to pressa soft kiss against the buttons at its waist. The first time it was thisbronze silk skirt with smooth chocolate buttons flowing in a line to theparquet floor; the second, it was that long, white pleated skirt nearthe. Slowly, phone sex became a daily routine and occasional video chats became a ritual. PDA on dates became common stuff, our hangouts grew, gifts were exchanged.Everything looked wonderful but the sexual intercourse was yet to be done. Well, none of us hurried as we knew it had to be done taking its own sweet time and we were waiting for the right moment.One fine Saturday morning, she called me to come to her college library ASAP without any further information. I, assuming it to be serious,. I could clearly see a wet spot had formed on Monica’s shorts in front of her pussy.I decided to take it to the next step. I moved my hands over her naked skin. She still didn’t protest but she looked worried. I ran my hand over her pussy and she almost leaped off the couch.“Varun, please stop you shouldn’t do that,” she gasped but I continued rubbing her bare thighs and pussy.Monica was breathing hard and she seemed confused when she spoke again, “Please stop before this goes any further..