Dirty Black Summer Chapter 2

Scooting towards her ever so slightly, I eased my right hand down on her knee and began rubbing it under the hem of her skirt. I could see Summer's eyes grow wider when I began creeping my fingertips along the inside of her right thigh, but she didn't say a word or make any attempt to stop me.

Her gaze still focused on the job Trina was doing at the computer, I slowly circled my fingers upwards until I could feel the warmth radiating from her crotch. Angling my elbow enough to work my hand all the way forward, I flared my fingers apart and dipped them into Summer's moistened and bare snatch.

"Never put your panties back on, did you?" I whispered into Summer's ear.

"Never saw any reason to," she replied under her breath without taking her eyes off what Trina doing.

"Date's set," Trina said a few seconds later. "11 o'clock at the Hampton Inn downtown."

"At least he's springing for a nice place," I laughed. "That's perfect...gives us about 2 hours to get our shit together."

"I'm gonna go...ah...freshen up and leave you two to yourselves for a few minutes," Trina turned and smiled, seeing my hand underneath Summer's skirt and the 'hand in the cookie jar" look on my face.

I could see the look of embarrassment on Summer's face, but it was somehow diluted by the alcohol she'd put into her system, along with the realization that the line she'd seemed to have crossed had opened up an entirely new world for her. Even from the side, there was a strange twinkle in Summer's gaze that spoke to her being open to things she might have never comprehended when she'd walked into my office a few days earlier.

Squeezing my fingers around Summer's clit as we both watched Trina strut seductively down the hall before disappearing into the bathroom, I could feel Summer's head bounce against my shoulder as a soft yelp left her throat. Watching Summer's knees part as far as her skirt would allow, I could feel the sofa start to shift as she grinded her rear end hard into the cushions below.