<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=84310.msg3746092#msg3746092">Quote from: Dark Clown on 09-10-2010, 01:17:57</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Enticing...exciting...yes, I'm aware of what a single touch can do to a woman." he said, moving in closer to her.  His mask was pushed upward once more, his lips pressing to her nape, only to linger there as he tasted her flesh.<br/><br/>"What I'm more curious about is just what it's doing to you.  You see, I have the small matter of a dare that I am obligated to fulfill..."  His hand slid around her front, hidden beneath the table as it was, his fingers sliding between her thighs.  They found her center, and he began massaging her sex through her clothing.  His breath was hot on her neck as he spoke.<br/><br/>"Care to help me with it?  It would seem that all inhibitions have been quickly cast aside."  He glanced to Christa, who already was enjoying her dare with full abandon.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>Her torso lifted slightly as his fingers met the knot of her halter. Again the rush of desire began to force an uncomfortable heated dusk to flush her pale skin. His lips, moist, should have cooled where they lit against her neck, his breath a chilling shiver, but instead they seemed to fan her desire into an inferno. His bold, public advance had her off guard. Her circumstance was always private, yet his touch was compelling. Drawn into the press of his mouth against her neck, the vibration of his utterance..<em>what his touch is doing to me? His dare?</em>'Twas almost a blurr of sounds as he lulled her further into the depths of her own depravity.<br/><br/>"Eeeee<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;">p</span>..." she cut off the burst of sound. Great worlds, what was he thinking, insinuating his hand between the silken bare flesh of her thighs, his fingers tickling the satin edge of her shorts. For a moment her limbs tightened in shock, denial, trapping his hand against the tight stretch of fabric.<em> He wouldn't dare</em>, but he had. Nervous hazel eyes swiveled in their sockets to each of the other guests. Her pent breath let out in a slow moan. How long had she wanted his hand just there, and more?<br/><br/>"<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;">Care to help me with it</span>?" His whisper held her in thrall.<br/><br/>"Iiii<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;">iii</span>...Oooooo<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;">h</span>god, you should..." The word 'stop' was only a movement of her lips as her tense limbs fell open to his subtle endeavor.<br/><br/>"Uuuuuu<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;">ng</span>, help you?" Her leg slipped upward and over his muscular thigh, granting him full access to the throbbing pulse of her mons. Her nearly bare back slumped into his motley covered chest."Only if you promise to not stop and not tell." Her delicate hand began an exploration of it's own.<br/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 7pt;">(sorry, I hate spelling oopses)</span>