Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes - Sex Stories

Wanna Bet? 2: Higher Stakes

... rear of her tights. She wasn’t entirely passive, though… I noticed that even as I had to crouch just a little, she stood on her toes, just a little, to make it easier for me. What I didn’t have in range of motion, I tried to make up for in enthusiasm. Once I had two fingers crooked near what must have been the bottom of her vulva, I jiggled them back and forth rapidly. As the lone cashier finished one order and took another, the line shifted to let the woman who’d bought a coffee and a muffin get out, and let everybody else still waiting advance one spot. I had to let the hand teasing her drop, but then came in with my other hand, which was against the wall, sliding in around her side to attempt a frontal attack. I covered it by pretending I wanted to get a look at the treats in the display case, but Faith’s muffin was the only one I wanted to get my hands on. There was no way I could get at it under the tights, but I could get my fingertips to reach her crotch while pretending to be browsing. Faith’s face was flushed, but I thought observers would assume it was all from the cold, and her biting her lip anxiously, well, they might just think she was nervous about the crowd. She was, in a way. “Do you know what you want?” I asked. “Mmmhmmm,” she said, the words breaking through her lips like a whimper of pleasure she’d been holding in. I could tell that the guy at the front of the line was almost ready to walk away with his order, so I stepped up the pace, rubbing the area ...

... deeply, intensely for the last few seconds , before I pulled away as we all moved again. As much as I wanted to, I didn’t risk it again, we were too near the front of the line, where everybody’s eyes would drift on a regular basis, and no longer had the buffer of a wall. So I just withdrew, standing up more straightly and waited. When it came to our turn, I got a coffee, Faith had a hot chocolate, and we stepped out. I thought I caught one of the foreign crowd giving me a knowing smirk as we departed, but I just acted like I didn’t notice We walked to the car in silence, more or less. Once there, I had a sip of my coffee, then put it in the holder as I started the engine. Then I flipped Faith’s skirt up to see the results of my efforts. It was a little disappointing. The crotch was a little wet, yes, but it wasn’t as distinctive as I’d imagined before… you’d pretty much have to be deliberately looking for it to notice anything out of the ordinary. Of course, I hadn’t had as much time as I’d wanted. “See, you were worried for nothing,” I started to say, but just then my phone rang. I picked it up. It was Mom. “Oh, hi, Mom.” I rolled my eyes a bit. I love my mom, but whenever she calls me it’s usually bad news, something she wants me to do, so naturally I’ve developed an aversion to talking to her. In some ways, it was her fault Faith and I were fucking, but that didn’t make me any more eager. “Listen, I can’t talk,” I said. “I’m driving.” Technically I wasn’t, yet, but I was ...