Confidant. Purposeful. Moving sensuality but with intent. His hands glide over my bottom. He kneeds the warm skin and he makes me moan.My breathing ch...nges.Excitement, fear, arousal,anticipation." " Keep still for him Kim. Obey the strangers hands.Relinquish control. Let him touch you just how you want him to" " He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me back a step against his body.I can feel his erection. Pressing against my bottom. I'm turned on that he's hard. I moan. His other hand moves. I was just about to thank him when the door to the apartment burst open and Sara returned with two men in white who were carrying equipment. I shook my head in frustration. ‘Sara, I told you to send them away. I’m all right.’ ‘Just let them look at you,’ Devlin said. ‘It would make me feel a whole lot better.’ ‘Oh, well, I just live to make you feel better,’ I snapped. If he couldn’t hear the sarcasm in my voice he was an idiot. White coat number one started shining a light in my eyes and. Something around her energy reminded me so much of you... a much younger version of you... you know, the one that tried very hard to maintain a polite composure in her everyday, while holding back an immense sexual playful energy bottled up... the same one you only allowed to come to life in very private settings for a long time... she appeared to me at an even earlier stage of self consciousness than the one you carried when we first met... I suspect that she is probably not even aware of her. He put his arm around her shoulder. She moved closer and rested her head on his chest, smelling him. He played with her hair and stroked the back of her neck. Each were getting aroused and wondering if the other could tell. He placed his other hand on her leg. She gently stroked it, playing with the hair, occasionally moving up to gently clutch his hand for a second. Before long, they were kissing again, and their hands were roving, each careful not to stray to … well, you know where..