After our meal is done, I lean back fully into my seat, placing my hand against my stomach, the action causing my chest to jut forward. For the first time he notices that I am not wearing a bra and my nipples harden as he stares in surprise. I begin to trace lazy circles on my stomach and slowly move my hand lower and lower, letting him watch me the whole time. I tilt my head back against my chair, letting my hand make it's way down my navel and beneath my skirt. My fingers skim the insides of my thighs and then sliding between the lips to my clit, pressing and rubbing it repeatedly, stopping only to dip them inside of me, thrusting them slowly in and out

 Poet Broken ~ a friend of Lexi