”“Strange.” Picking up subtle hints wasn’t George’s long suit. “I could have sworn you got a little fun out of it, too.”“Moi? Where di... you get that idea?” She used her most teasing tone of voice.And he responded to the teasing. “Could it have been when you held my head there? Nah. Could it have been when you gasped? Nah. Must have been when you pulled my hands to your breasts.”“Well, maybe a little fun.”“Yep. It was when you turned me over on my back and mounted me that you got your real fun.”. ‘I thought after the shower you’d be a little turned on and might like some relief,’ he laughed softly, and said, ‘I know it turned me on.’ ‘Is that all I am, a good sport fuck?’ Her voice was angrier than she intended, and it felt mean. But it also felt good in a strange way, to strike out and judge his reaction. To test if she could chase him off, and prove she was nothing important, like she felt. Bill stood, glaring. ‘That hurt, Faith.’ ‘I’m a bitch. It took you six days to find out. You. The feel of her cool, pale skin when we shook hands sent a shock through me, and I knew that I would do almost anything to take her home. As it turned out, all it took were a few hours of conversation, and a couple glasses of wine. She told me her name was Lily, and I told her mine was Robert. Beyond that, I couldn't remember what we spoke about, but I could remember her scent, which was intoxicating me now, here in my car. We pulled up to my house, and I got out first, opening her door for. Just before our mains came I felt a hand on my thigh under the table. I turned to look at Oliver and he smiled. My nipples went hard and I was instantly turned on. His hand slid up the hem of my dress and he rubbed across my thighs. Every so often his hand slid between my now spread legs and he caressed the insides of my thighs. Keeping composed was hard. I really wanted to spread my legs further and feel his hand in my knickers. After a minute or so of doing this, his fingers brushed across.