Trapped in the crescent swing (2)
Jun shared her sentiment with how his hand that reached her chest twitched with an innate desire to cup her breast. And he did.
His palm gave it a gentle squeeze. It didn't make a difference if a thin line of Ai's dress's fabric obstructed him. The heat that scorched up his hand was the same as it would have if he had caught her breast naked.
Both took a sharp breath at once. It riled up a desire within them to do something more. To go even further. None of them could understand these feelings soaring within them. They could only hear the messy breaths and see the clothes crumpled and creased due to their proximity.
The swing was custom made to fit Jun's tall stature. It was wide enough for him to comfortably rest on the cushion and read his favorite books in leisure. But with two people nestled inside it, the huge swing seemed incredibly constricted. The lack of space forced their bodies to crush and press against each other.