<i>Where the hell is the fire?! </i><br/><br/>Between my legs; that's where it is. If I thought yesterday was the hottest and most scared I'd ever felt, I apparently lacked imagination. I don't know what I expected. Maybe more passing touching, glances, a grab... but that? No, definitely not that. Thank fuck my coat was closed in the front because the corduroy skirt rode up in the front as she'd tucked the hem into the waist. Had she done that yesterday? No, definitely not. Once again she had me so damn distracted that the junction knocked me off balance-- or at least it would have if she hadn't caught me before I could stumble. I didn't say a damn thing this time, though. I couldn't find my voice with a map and a compass in that moment.<br/><br/>Before I even realized what she was doing, her hands were under my panties and I sucked in a startled breath through my nose, fighting the urge to jump when I felt her little fingers playing with my asshole but I forgot to care when she found her way to my soaked slit. I swear I didn't<b>tell</b>my left leg to shift just a hair outwards to give her more access, it just happened!<br/><br/>My face was aflame with a blush that went to my ears and the back of my neck. Maybe I should have worn my hair down.<br/><br/><i>Jesus H Christ what am I evening thinking?! Why am I here? Why is this so fucking disgustingly exciting? </i>