He gently placed a finger on the top of her spine, smoothly and with the lightest of touches following it down her back.
Her head lifts and her back arks as the feather light touch, slowly descends lower & lower.
Reaching the dimple of her bottom she takes a deep breath as the touch follows the peach like contour, so slow and gently down, and with the so slightest of touches of her womanly blossom she whimpers as briefly as his touch.
Both hands now cover the cheeks and with gentle pressure they slightly part the smooth buttocks as his hands drift round to her thighs, the smooth pressing and moving motion riding her silky skin.
As they drift up her side she is drawn closer until her cheeks are firmly pressed into his crouch, she feels his hands slide round her pulling her up.
His left hand gently cupping a breast her head falls back over his shoulder eyes shut, she only needs to feel the touch.
slowly and firmly his right hand glides down her torsos, she moans as he reaches her mons pubis . . . .