I move her aside and demonstrate again - then get behind her to help her with the angle - more upright - holding her belly in and pushing her shoulder...blade forward... she gets it and starts registering effective compressions... yay - success for her... she tells the instructor that she'd like to take a bit of a break but he makes her work the manequin some more... I stay as the rest of the class is dismissed... guess I'm going to miss a coffee...I'm behind her - and she is continuing her. I tried to think calm, non-sexy thoughts, but her voice kept whispering right in my ear, her breath husky. "Sometimes, that's all it takes, and I just give myself a quick little surface orgasm... but other times I need more. That's when I roll over onto my knees. I keep the vibe on my clit, but I also reach behind me and put a couple fingers inside my pussy. I need that pressure, that feeling of being filled. I rock back and forth, fucking myself and imagining those soccer players lining up. She didn’t recognize the number but answered anyway.“Phil’s phone,” she said brightly.“Oh, uh, I...” a voice said. “I was looking for Phil Warner. This is Ted. We play baseball together.”“You called the right phone,” Hailey said. “It’s Hailey. Phil’s showering off still.”“Oh,” Ted answered. “Sorry. I thought you might have been his mom or something. I know she’s some honcho in the business world.”“Honcho?” Hailey giggled. “You wait until I tell her you called her that. She prefers the term. You sigh in disappointment as the touch you crave is taken away. I lay down next to you and you feel the heat of our bodies touching. I start kissing you again passionately, our tongues dancing together. I know you want to touch me; wrap your arms around me and feel me closer but you can't because you are tied down, all the control of your pleasure in my hands. I start nibbling your ear, knowing how much you love that, then kissing down your neck, feeling the delicate skin cover in goose bumps..