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Jane entered the house. She was exhausted from her day at work. She found John sitting on the sofa. “Hey Jane!” John said, genuinely happy to see her. “How was your day?”
“Boring and exhausting.” Jane replied, while throwing her shoes off going to sit beside John.
“Oof, I get that. Some days just don't click.”
He placed his hand on her thigh. They just sat there in silence for a few seconds.
After a few seconds passed, John rubbed slow circles on her thigh with his hand. Jane, slightly caught off guard, asked “What are you doing?” and then John stopped. “Hey, I didn't tell you to stop.”
“I thought I was overstepping?” John looked at her.
Jane reached for his hand and guided it back to her leg. “You think too much..” she murmured. “Just dont stop again..”
And so he continued. Jane leant into his shoulder while John’s soft hands moved slowly against her thigh through the fabric of her trousers. Her eyes fluttered shut at the sensation. She let out a soft, shaky exhale, the stress from her workday disappearing, and all that was left on her mind was John’s touch.
She moved in closer to John, feeling his hand glide higher up her thigh. A soft whimper escaped her lips, the sensation becoming increasingly intimate. "F-fuck..." Jane murmured, her voice just above a whisper. "John... don’t stop..." Jane took her time unzipping her trousers, savouring every second of the experience. She craved the feeling of John’s bare hands on her exposed legs. With a careful and intentional movement, she slid them off entirely and directed John’s hand back to her thigh, her breath growing noticeably heavier. John leaned closer to plant kisses on her neck while his hand continued to explore Jane’s thigh with greater intensity, and Jane could feel herself getting wet through her panties. The way John captivated her made her need him inside her.
She slowly reached for her panties, carefully peeling them away. John observed intently. "Wow, Jane..." John remarked. "All that wetness, just from me caressing your thighs?"
"S-shut up, John..." Jane shot him a fierce look. "J-just finger me already..." She parted her legs, her hole dripping with desire.
“Do you want me to wet my fingers first, or.?”
“They’ll get wet once they are inside me. Just fucking fuck me, John.. please..”