No, I'm Not Speaking To You
Camila's blush deepened, but she refused to let it break her focus entirely. "Yes, I said 1256." She repeated into the phone, though her voice wavered slightly now. "Once you're through the gate, take the path on the right...Yes, the one with the gravel."
Camila's voice was a mix of sharpness and strain as she continued her directions, her body pressed against mine, a captive to my touch.
Stroke~
I let my hands wander further, my fingers tracing the contours of her breasts through her blouse, feeling the way they filled my palms, their weight and warmth intoxicating. The fabric was thin, almost non-existent under my touch, allowing me to sense every reaction her body gave.
Feel~
I could feel her nipples hardening beneath the material, responding to my slow, deliberate movements. My thumbs circled them, pressing down just enough to make her inhale sharply, the sound barely contained.