Chapter 144: what do you want?
Chapter 144: what do you want?
Sophie sat quietly in the passenger seat, her hands resting in her lap as the car moved through the morning traffic.For a long time she said nothing.
Her fingers kept twisting against each other, small restless movements that betrayed the thoughts turning over in her head.
Every now and then she would glance at me from the corner of her eye before quickly looking away again.
I watched her through the rearview mirror, taking in the way her thighs pressed together beneath the short skirt and the faint flush already coloring her cheeks.
"If you have something on your mind," I said calmly, "you can say it."
Sophie swallowed and I noticed her fingers tightened.
I noticed hesitation in her eyes before she finally spoke up as though resolving herself internally.
"I... I..." She hesitated again, her voice small. "I saw you... and mom... doing that."
She fidgeted harder, twisting a loose thread on the hem of her skirt as the words left her mouth.
I smiled and said casually.
"Is that why you are so scared?"
My right hand left the steering wheel and settled lightly on her lap, resting just above her knee.
I could instantly feel the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric of her skirt.
She tensed at the contact but did not pull away.
"What happened that you are a little shy talking about it?" I asked.
Sophie stammered, the words catching in her throat.
Her breathing had already grown shallower since the moment I placed a hand on her thighs, I activated the pleasure sensitivity manipulation, letting the subtle influence sink into her body through the simple touch of my palm.
Almost immediately her thighs trembled beneath my hand and I could see her press her thighs together once more, getting arroused by the sensaiton of my palm on her soft thighs.
I kept my eyes on the road, glancing quickly at the street ahead and then into the mirrors to make sure no cars were close enough to notice anything.
Seeing that the road was clear enough, my hand began to slide higher, slow and deliberate, pushing the short hem of her skirt upward until my fingers brushed the soft skin of her inner thigh.
"What exactly did you see?" I asked.
Sophie’s voice came out in a shaky whisper after a moment of hesitation.
"I... you... you put your... your big thing inside mom’s pee hole..."
The words were clumsy and embarrassed, spoken as if she could barely force them past her lips and it cused her face burned redder in embarassment.