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Courting days,
Daily trivia
Dusk came suddenly and too soon. Curfew, when the kissing and caressing had to stop. Emma smiled with the usual look of resignation on her teenage face, and began reluctantly to fasten her bra and button up her blouse. It may have seemed casual, but his heart was thumping as Alfie laid his hand gently on her knee. She didn’t flinch. He slid his hand slowly up her leg beneath her skirt, until he reached the top of her stocking and felt the smoothness of her thigh. Then his finger traced the strap of her suspender up to her knickers. Between her legs, the nylon crotch was wet. Already she was breathing heavily. He noticed that her hand was on his wrist, but she was not yet making any effort to stop him. As her stroked the wetness gently, trying to feel the contours of her sex, her breathing became more intense. Then his middle finger touched the suspender strap again and followed it inside her knickers. He felt the hairs of her sex, the wetness and the softness of it - like the sleek damp fur of a beaver, he thought. As his finger slipped inside her, her small hand tightened its grip on his wrist, but still she didn’t pull his hand away ….
Dusk came suddenly and too soon. Curfew, when the kissing and caressing had to stop. Emma smiled with the usual look of resignation on her teenage face, and began reluctantly to fasten her bra and button up her blouse. It may have seemed casual, but his heart was thumping as Alfie laid his hand gently on her knee. She didn’t flinch. He slid his hand slowly up her leg beneath her skirt, until he reached the top of her stocking and felt the smoothness of her thigh. Then his finger traced the strap of her suspender up to her knickers. Between her legs, the nylon crotch was wet. Already she was breathing heavily. He noticed that her hand was on his wrist, but she was not yet making any effort to stop him. As her stroked the wetness gently, trying to feel the contours of her sex, her breathing became more intense. Then his middle finger touched the suspender strap again and followed it inside her knickers. He felt the hairs of her sex, the wetness and the softness of it - like the sleek damp fur of a beaver, he thought. As his finger slipped inside her, her small hand tightened its grip on his wrist, but still she didn’t pull his hand away …. 
