DIRTY PAGES (A Short Story Collection)
Keeping my eyes locked on hers, I whispered, "Please."
Sensing what I was pleading for, she smiled and reached both of her hands up under me, past the stocks. In moments, I felt her delicate fingertips dance lightly across my dangling, shaking breasts. Her touch triggered my orgasm! As I cried out in joy, rather than instinctively closing my eyes, I kept them wide open and focused on Clara's, letting her share this moment.