As we walk out of the restroom I glance at my fiancée's thighs and calves, hoping I achieved what I intended during our quick session (Does her muscles betray her wobbling or does her condition allow her to keep them flexed to prevent them from wobbling?).

As soon as we reach the table we see our coffees and pastries coming to our table, I gently drop a hand on My fiancée's middle of her quads (attentive to her muscle reaction).

As I feel my fiancée's thigh jiggle without a hint of resistance in my hand, I lean and say: "You know, I don't know what you have but, seeing you walk like you just did and allowing your thighs to receive my hands completely relaxed makes me feel a mix of love, trust and desire I feel the need to let you know it somehow.

After I confess my feelings to my fiancée, I see her lifting her hand, I can tell she's about to pat my thigh, I smile before she lands the pat, fully relaxing my muscles to silently let her know I trust her as much as she trusts me. What I couldn't prevent was the impending tent that forms in my pants.

Noticing she keeps her hand on my thigh, enjoying the light post jiggle waves, I, still smiling, take her hand and move it to my tent, closing it there so she grasps it.

I wonder how she will react.

I smile at my fiancée: "This is what happens when I feel your soft hand jiggling my thighs, that is why I usually flex them, not because I don't like it, but because I can't control the tent that forms when it happens." I gently drop my hand on her thigh (expecting the same fully relaxed muscles I gave her) and looking into her eyes, confess: "You know what else drives me head over heels for you? When you consciously make your thighs jiggle in my hands by dropping your hand on top of mine as it is enjoying the silky skin and soft muscles on it."

My fiancée teases me asking me if I meant what she was about to do, dropping her free hand (her other hand is still grasping my tent) in top of my hand as I am caressing her soft thigh after feeling it jiggle. As soon as her hand lands firmly on top of mine her thigh starts jiggling in my hand as it is trapped between her jiggling thigh and her hand. I feel a hot liquid travel all the way from where it’s produced to my tent. Knowing I will inevitably lose the battle, I don’t even try to stop it, rather enjoying the sensorial override of her sexy thigh jiggling in my hand as my thigh jiggled in hers added to her hand making her thigh jiggle as it lands firmly on top of my hand.

I turn to look at her thigh as it jiggles then turn my eyes to her eyes (waiting to see how she reacts to my tent turned into a volcano wets her hand.)