Michael moved his hand further up, reaching the top of Diane’s stockings. When his fingers touched the bare flesh of her upper thighs she whispered, “oh, God.” Michael smiled. She was his. There would be no turning back.
Diane parted her legs ever so slightly, silently encouraging Michael to continue. He moved his hand further up the cool, smooth flesh of her thigh until there was no more thigh to touch. He ran his fingertips over the lacey panties she wore, lightly caressing Diane’s pussy underneath. She moaned and spread her legs a little further, allowing Michael the chance to slide his fingers under the side of her panties.