A visible flush bloomed across Fumi's cheeks and the upper curve of her chest. Her thighs pressed together almost imperceptibly under the tight black pencil skirt.
[What is this tingling feeling…? It's going straight down… between my legs… why is it getting warm there…?]
She suddenly pulled her hand back as if she had been lightly shocked, eyes flickering with confusion and the first traces of unwanted arousal. A soft, involuntary shift of her hips made the thick curve of her big ass flex under the skirt.
[What is this feeling…? Am I… getting wet? No… that's impossible… I just met him…]
She gave a small, sharp shake of her head, trying to force the spreading heat down, but the Hand of Arousal had already left a lingering throb in her nipples and a subtle, growing slickness between her thighs. Her voice returned to its earlier cold, anxious edge when she turned toward Saki, though it now carried a faint, breathy undercurrent she couldn't quite hide.
