"Oh, you have a daughter?" I said, moving behind her fully now, one hand shifting up her back, tugging the damp vest a little to feel the sweat-slick skin there—hot, salty, intoxicating.
"Yes… and she's my everything," she whispered, arching into my touch. "I just focus on work… to give her the best life. I don't have time for dating…"
"You should focus on yourself more," I murmured, hands still groping her freely—squeezing the thick flesh of her thighs, sliding up to palm her ass again, feeling it yield soft and warm under my fingers.
"What's your name, by the way?" I asked, voice low, thumb tracing the seam of her pants right between her cheeks.
"Helen…" she moaned soft, eyes fluttering, body arching back into my touch like she couldn't help it.
"Helen," I repeated, leaning close to her ear, squeezing harder. "You should focus on yourself more. You have needs… just like everyone else."
