Still, he felt that he was safe in that regard, for some strange reason, and he was pretty sure that it would mean that he wouldn't be too badly beaten afterwards, at least. This was also an opportunity too, and he was finding himself wishing to actually try out the materials that he had brought at that store for his display.
If nothing else, he was happy that she would not be putting herself up as a carnal show for anyone who might look. They might not remember anything save for a vague impression, but he had an instinctual dislike of that idea.
Not even sure of what he was doing, the arm he had around her waist slid down so that one hand could squeeze a taut buttock through her skirt. Nothing happened, save for a soft sound passing her lightly parted lips, and he continued to feel up the cheek as they walked. It was firm and pliable under his fingers, with just the right amount of muscle to make it properly tight. The feel of it just seemed to be intruiging to him, and he discovered that he really liked the chance to do it.
Realising that they were alone, and he was having a rather free time at the moment, he gulped hard and raised his other hand to cup one of her pert breasts. That might have had a blouse and a bra blocking it, but he could have sworn that the heat from her skin was right against his fingers. Not that he was about to stop, as the action was combining with the memory of seeing them bounce slightly as she had walked nude in the store. What he was feeling was certainly not flatness, and he was sure that she did not need a bra, but the undergarment's lines did help him in keeping himself calm enough to handle it, even as he felt her nipple harden beneath the thin fabric.
When he realised that they'd stopped walking, he felt a moment of fear, before he noticed that it had been his concentration on her body that had stopped their motion. The two of them were just standing there, with her allowing him to fondle her all he liked, and he was actually enjoying it. A bit of guilt hit him then, along with the fear of being spotted, but that was quickly squashed when he realised that nothing bad seemed to be happening.
So, biting his lip, he moved the hand groping her buttocks to her front, and slid it along her belly until his palm rested on the front of her skirt. Once there, he pressed the hand down, pushing the skirt up between her legs as he cupped her mound through her clothing. It was slow going, and he knew that at that moment he could have her walk home with dildoes in both her ass and pussy, and she would do as he wished.
He considered that power for a moment and quickly decided that he would:
Tue Apr 05 12:20:54 2005