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Fuck, I messed up again.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to, I just-”

I start babbling as I move to get out of his hold.

He yanked me back.

He turned us.

He walks up forward. All the way until I felt a tree at my front, but not scratching me.

What was he doing?

His hand that was still covering my eyes hovered.

Then, he taps my closed eyelid. Like he was telling me to keep my eyes closed.

He was giving me this inch of trust that I wouldn’t turn around or sneak a peek.

But, why couldn’t he just put the mask on again?

Suddenly, my vision was back, and I instantly closed my eyes.

I just knew I was against a tree.

He stepped forward to push against me, where I could feel his body.

His hands then move.

One hand rests on my hips, and the other snakes down to my dress.

Oh shit, he was going to touch me.

There.

Finally.

I smiled and leaned my forehead against the bark.

I spread my legs farther apart, so he knew I was more than ready for this.

His fingers tap against my exposed leg right where my dress hit.

Arousal slammed even harder into me, and I thought that if he didn’t touch me within the next thirty seconds, I was going to combust.

He skims his fingers just under the dress.

“Please.” I whimpered out.

He freezes behind me.

“Touch me.”

Not even a second later, he drags up the hem of my dress.

I was wearing boy short panties since the dress was not really short, but not really long. But, they wouldn’t even count as underwear anymore because of how drenched they were.

I’ve only ever gotten this turned on, by myself.