[She runs her hands over narrow hips and down the thin fabric of his shorts; curls around and under the crease where his rear meets his thighs, unhurriedly, indulgently squeezing]
...Or is the danger of being caught part of the appeal?
[She leans in a bit, lightly nipping at his chin as her touch eventually makes its way further down the backs of his thighs before cresting back to the tops and running back northwards]
But is it bad embarrassment? To do this much, at least.
[Presses a tiny kiss to the opposite corner of his mouth this time]
Well. If you're sure...
[A pause, then she continues up over the front of his shorts, the backs of her fingers gentle over his fly before rubbing up the lines of his hip bones]
[She is very obviously paying attention to his reactions, though her good hand drifts back over as if to spend time confirming how interested he really is. The prosthetic returns to his waist, skimming around his waistband]
Pretty sure it for sure ain't bad. I guess that's a ringing endorsement?
'Kay. Always good to get off on the right foot. Feedback is so important.
[That pressure increases a bit, perhaps not enough for any passers by to notice, but surely enough to feel the heat of her hand even through the fabric. Her other hand continues tracing aimless lines over his thighs and lower back]
[Brows ridged, she examines his expression for a long beat. Apparently satisfied, her expression gentles, and she dips back into him for an extremely light, careful brush of her lips against his]
...Okay. Okay, good.
[She noses in for an Eskimo kiss, as her thumbs run over his hipbones again, this time dipping beneath his waistband a little]
[She returns it, lashes low; breaks one kiss only to lead into another, simple and unhurried. The pace of her thumbs over his hipbones stays slow and almost soothing. One might almost miss the fact that she's been steadily working his waistband further south, at least unless they had good reason to pay attention]
[By the darkening flush across his cheeks, the motion of her thumbs is anything but soothing. He shifts against her again - catches himself, and makes himself go still - leans forward to deepen the kiss, perhaps in an effort to better hide what her hands are doing]
[For once (and not without effort, given the soft sound at the back of her throat), she doesn't follow his lead, pulling back enough to keep the kisses Hays Code-friendly, more or less...less. Well, murmuring against his ear or chin or neck isn't bad, right?]
So eager here in public... So scandalous.
[Which is of course BS, since for as subtle as she attempts to keep the kisses, her hands stay fully on target. Maybe hiding would have been easier if he wore a jacket or something, but eh, no risk, no reward.
...The reward in this case being finally figuring out the fly of his shorts, and carefully taking him in hand]
[He really is bad at staying quiet. Staying still, too, evidently]
[He makes a soft, strangled sort of sound, jerking forward into her touch - bites down on his lip, hard, fighting the impulse to move against her hand]
[A long few seconds pass, while he tries unsuccessfully to steady his breathing]
[Her tone and expression are somewhere between shameless and delighted as she does her best to unsteady his breathing even further, as if his strangled noises and twitches are a feature, not a bug.
Still, he is more than welcome to try. She even gives him a break, simply stroking up his frenulum for another few beats, casual(?)]
[If the aim was to make his breathing shakier, she's definitely on the right track; his chest is working like he's just finished running a race, and his teeth make a little divot on his bottom lip, as though to try and ground him]
[Beneath her hand, the flesh is considerably warmer than the rest of him; a small trickle of clear fluid escapes the tip, making its way down to damp her fingers]
[She hums, leaning in to press a kiss to his chin]
No one could. You look too good with color in your cheeks.
[Her own are fairly rosy, especially as she shifts her fingers over his length and the stickiness there. It doesn't stop her from curling around him a little more securely and giving a slow, careful stroke]
[He shudders, hard, and starts to make a soft sound - realizes just how audible it is and manages to tamp down on it, with effort, flushing deeper still]
[Big talk or no, her eyes stay on the red of his mouth and the work of his throat, a little eager as she runs over his length again, slightly more confident]
[There's a genuine blush at the words, as if she hadn't set herself up in the first place, and she nudges against him, soft as her palm over his dick. Which, come to think of it, isn't exactly buttery smooth. But when (a little uncoordinatedly but gamely enough) she reaches up to thumb more of that fluid over his head and down his shaft, perhaps that's close enough for now?]
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So, not too worried in the end.
[She runs her hands over narrow hips and down the thin fabric of his shorts; curls around and under the crease where his rear meets his thighs, unhurriedly, indulgently squeezing]
...Or is the danger of being caught part of the appeal?
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[True to his word, the flush has grown deeper; he shifts a little, evidently very aware of the progress of her hands]
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But is it bad embarrassment? To do this much, at least.
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...naw. It for sure ain't bad.
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Well. If you're sure...
[A pause, then she continues up over the front of his shorts, the backs of her fingers gentle over his fly before rubbing up the lines of his hip bones]
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[HSS bodysuits don't hide much of anything, and they most certainly don't hide his interest]
I'm - I'm pretty sure.
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Pretty sure it for sure ain't bad. I guess that's a ringing endorsement?
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I - I mean. So far so good.
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[That pressure increases a bit, perhaps not enough for any passers by to notice, but surely enough to feel the heat of her hand even through the fabric. Her other hand continues tracing aimless lines over his thighs and lower back]
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Oh yeah? What - what kinda feedback we talking here?
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[At length both hands move to rest at his hips this time, and she leans in and hesitates--her bravado drops for a second, expression honest]
I'll always listen, okay? I ain't interested in strong-arming you into nothing you don't want.
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[His flush has spread to his ears, but the smile is very soft; he leans in to kiss her]
Better than fine.
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...Okay. Okay, good.
[She noses in for an Eskimo kiss, as her thumbs run over his hipbones again, this time dipping beneath his waistband a little]
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[He presses another kiss to her lips, as soft as the first]
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So eager here in public... So scandalous.
[Which is of course BS, since for as subtle as she attempts to keep the kisses, her hands stay fully on target. Maybe hiding would have been easier if he wore a jacket or something, but eh, no risk, no reward.
...The reward in this case being finally figuring out the fly of his shorts, and carefully taking him in hand]
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[He makes a soft, strangled sort of sound, jerking forward into her touch - bites down on his lip, hard, fighting the impulse to move against her hand]
[A long few seconds pass, while he tries unsuccessfully to steady his breathing]
Like... like that ain't your fault.
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[Her tone and expression are somewhere between shameless and delighted as she does her best to unsteady his breathing even further, as if his strangled noises and twitches are a feature, not a bug.
Still, he is more than welcome to try. She even gives him a break, simply stroking up his frenulum for another few beats, casual(?)]
Can't blame me, can you?
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[Beneath her hand, the flesh is considerably warmer than the rest of him; a small trickle of clear fluid escapes the tip, making its way down to damp her fingers]
N-no. Can't - can't blame you at all.
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No one could. You look too good with color in your cheeks.
[Her own are fairly rosy, especially as she shifts her fingers over his length and the stickiness there. It doesn't stop her from curling around him a little more securely and giving a slow, careful stroke]
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[It takes him a moment, to be able to reply]
L-look who's talking. You're looking pretty good, yourself.
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[Big talk or no, her eyes stay on the red of his mouth and the work of his throat, a little eager as she runs over his length again, slightly more confident]
...You sound pretty good.
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[His mouth falls open slightly as she moves again, breath stuttering in his throat, but he manages to keep from anything louder than that, this time]
I sound like someone's gonna hear.
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[There's a genuine blush at the words, as if she hadn't set herself up in the first place, and she nudges against him, soft as her palm over his dick. Which, come to think of it, isn't exactly buttery smooth. But when (a little uncoordinatedly but gamely enough) she reaches up to thumb more of that fluid over his head and down his shaft, perhaps that's close enough for now?]
.........And maybe somebody wants to hear.
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