".....He goes inch by inch, higher til he reaches my panties. I suddenly feel totally embarrassed as I know he must be feeling my panties moist. I know he does, I can see it in his hungry eyes. His passion is so dense one could cut it with a knife. He proceeds to grab the edge of my panties and pull it gently to the side. Why am I not stopping him? I pray for an earthquake to stop him from doing what he is about to do. And I hope he does it anyway at the same time. I say nothing, just bite my lips so very hard. He touches my most sensitive part and stops right there. Not moving, just enjoying his sweet presence and control over me. He just holds his finger on the edge of my panties, seems like waiting for my reaction, for my permission. I want to beg him to move, to touch me, to release my build up excitement. I tilt my head back not knowing what else to do, trying to hide my face. He moves slower than necessary. Without any warning he moves his finger gently inside of me. He grabs my head with the other hand and looks me straight in the eyes demanding confirmation that what he does is bringing expected results. There is no escaping the truth. My body wants him. I have been waiting for so long, I have been aroused so much it doesn't take much to explode in pleasure. It is embarrassing how quickly my body responds to him. How unmistakably my desires have been awakened and there is no going back now. I close my eyes and let my body go through the darkness of pleasure, blocking out the outside noise of reality....."