The strangest thing was that my pants were pulled down around my knees. When I tried to get up something cold pushed me back. I felt cold tendrils, l...ke fingers, moving across my chest, and then they traveled down towards my crotch. Even as cold as the touch was I was getting a reaction. As I felt it softly take my now swollen member, I inhaled, smelling apples. There was a grove of them right outside the building, but the windows were closed. Again something cold and moist was covering my. No, don't cover your chest with it, hold it off to the side."Soon she was snapping photos of me sitting and standing. She knew something about posing, because all of the photos looked natural, not stiff and awkward. She had me put on my highest shoes and we took more photos out in their very private backyard. Those were the best. I even let her take some upskirts after making her promise that she would delete them later. I sensed my panties getting wet, but I was so enjoying all the attention. I sat down on the second set of steps from the top, making sure I was sitting on the edge of my dress – just enough to keep my bare bum off the steps, in case they weren’t that clean. I took out one of my new books and started to read it, trying to look like just another visitor having a rest. To start with I kept my legs together, but then slowly eased them apart so that anyone coming up the steps from below would get a view straight up between my thighs to my pussy. I was enjoying the feeling. ” How he knows about the question burning a hole in my head, I can only speculate. I turn my eyes down, feeling the heat in my face, though I haven’t even asked him yet.“So…. if it wasn’t influence… why wasn’t I able to get off without you?” I ask, my face hotter than the cup of coffee between my hands.“I’m still curious about that myself.” His eyes are green in the low light, his gaze dark.“How do we know it wasn’t influence?”He grins. “Eye contact is the most effective means, however, if I’ve.