We Weren'T Dating And We Never Spoke But Every Day In Class He Fingered MeI thought he was nice looking. We were teenagers. I guess he must have known I liked him. Soon he started sitting behind me in class.
We never said a word to each other. I would feel his hand cup my *****. And he would just leave it there. Then he started tapping my **** with is finger until I was wet. Then he would stop.
Then he would pull his seat close behind mine and pull my panties to the side. He tapped and fingered until he felt my wetness. When he felt it, he would insert his finger and probe me. He would pull on my ****. I would be so wet I needed a towel.
It got so that his whole hand was wet from me. He was never rough. It was always like an act of total appreciation. He knew where to touch me before I knew I wanted the touch.
I wore wide skirts so he could get to my ***** unimpeded. I wanted him playing in my *****.
I think I liked being fingered in public too.
The only other public, well almost place was in a car speeding down the highway. What a feeling. Being fingered in a moving vehicle.