All hell breaks loose. A night, or an opportunity, doesn’t pass when my hands search and caress everywhere and anywhere that’s smooth and silky.
So, lying here, legs extended, ankles crossed (I remember the first time, lying on a beach in such a pose, being told how feminine that appeared – I loved it) my hands migrate to my thighs and caress.
Then, of course, one always slides under my panties.
Here, a probing finger…
At times, hmm, always, wish I was being observed… invariably, my other hand searches, up along my smooth belly to find, pinch and caress a nipple.
They are so sensitive and send shock waves to my pussy and soon I shudder. Nipple play is so undervalued. My saliva flows out to one and then the other nipple.
They are now quite hard, engorged, and demanding.
I learned many years ago to keep some personal “friends” in my bed, close at hand… close at mouth.