Sweet Ass

Casey’s fingers skimmed across her stomach, delighting in the minuscule flinches his touch was causing, travelling down and ever closer to the top edge of Jess’ jeans. Jess shifted her weight slightly, whether intentionally or not, lifting her ass a touch and allowing Casey’s fingers to slip easily underneath her waist band. A small involuntary groan escaped Casey as he relished the feel of Jess’ panties and just as quickly his thoughts registered the plain fact that what she was wearing was of such little substance that even with his fingers on top of them, he would get a good feel of her pussy.

Even now shifting his fingers along the seam of the panties identified them as nothing more than a few strands of elastic and a small triangle of lace mesh – a very tiny g-string at best. Which meant that the beautiful bump of ass Casey was admiring was separated only by the denim of her tight jeans.

Jess felt Casey’s fingers trace the seams of her g-string. G-strings were not a special occasion for her, but Casey’s fingers exploring her panties certainly was. She knew with certainty that should she let him continue exploring that he would find the lace mesh damp, moist with the wetness his gentle touches were causing.

Casey was watching Jess’ face as his fingers continued to explore. Her eyes closed, her breathing measured but only through effort, her lips pursed slightly. Giving an overall perception of intense concentration. He had waited months to get near her and now here he was, one hand in her panties and the other covertly readjusting his own shorts where his cock was beginning to strain against the fabric. Even if this were as far as she was going to let him get he just knew that the thought of lace mesh would immediately get him hard all over again.

How long had it been since Casey’s fingers had crept under her jeans, thought Jess.