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I shall hold you along with the stool to be safe...” With that his left hand was on my foot. And muttered an aimless "Thanks" to him, tried to clean further... Within a few seconds, I felt his hand creep up a bit. I felt his hand creep up on my bare leg and rest on the knee for a while... One side of my brain was screaming to warn that I am at the 'point of no return' while the other half was already lulled and taken over by needs and desire.
The room was so much charged with sex at that moment, the silence from me, was taken to be a roaring approval. In this brief conflict, the needs overtook the reason and I continued to clean the blade while was enjoying the feeling of his hand on my thigh.
He was dripping wet and his hair was clinging to his head. He was drying his hair for a few minutes while I went to the kitchen for a cup of tea for him. " With that, I started mopping, without waiting for his reply.
His index finger started drawing some weird circles on my thigh with some pressure, while his face was innocently looking at the fan.
That was a very different sensation and I had never felt that with my husband ever before. He released his other hand from the stool, and rested it lightly on my bare hip.
He was quite well built and would have been in his early twenties. Then, I remembered the purpose of his coming to our house. "you are almost dry now ", was my passing comment while leaving the hall.
The disappointment in his face was apparent a he was thinking that my little show had come to an end, but I had other plans for him and decide to tease him some more. I lifted my hands to clean the fan while he was holding the stool.