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I smile and reply: "What if we read something emotional and you start crying? Would you feel comfortable if I make your thighs jiggle in my hands and wipe and kiss your tears?"
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He asks sincerely what would happen if the reading began to get emotional? Would I really feel comfortable if he made my thighs jiggle or if he wiped and kissed my tears.
"Honestly, I'm not sure. But you did say you wanted to read with me some place more public. Do you have a better idea?" I reply asking sincerely.
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I take her hand and guide her outside, looking for a specialty coffee shop or, at least, a Dunkin' or Tim Horton's, luckily finding one soon: "Starbucks is the worst, but, I promise you the best time and a decent coffee here, if you feel shy or embarrassed at some point, feel free to hide you face in my hands, I promise to cup your cheeks and never release until no signs you just cried remain. I guess you have no issue if I jiggle your sensual, soft thighs, right?"
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After buying the book he takes my hand in his and we head out looking for a better place to read. We find a Dunkin'. He says Starbucks is the worst but we can now get a decent coffee. He explains that if as we're reading and I begin to feel shy or embarrassed I can hide my face in his hands and he'll cup my cheeks and lovingly take care of my tears. He also asked if I had any issue with him jiggling my thighs.
"That all sounds lovely... And about my thighs, although not completely used to it still, I can never say no to your hands on them." I reply quickly as we enter.
I give him my order as we enter as I already know what I want and go choose seats for us. Luckily the comfy chairs at the far end of Dunkin' are available.
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My fiancée chooses the corner seats, so, I make sure to sit in a position that allows me to stay in constant contact with her sensual thighs, I open the book and place my other hand on top of her thigh.
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As soon as he orders and gets the drinks he comes to sit making sure to sit as close to me as possible. As soon as he sits he places our coffees on the table in front of us. I then feel him place his right hand on my left thigh as he opened the book we bought.
I leaned over as close to him as I could as we began reading only taking monetary breaks to sip our coffee.
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As we begin our book, feeling her head resting in my shoulder and her smooth thigh in my hand, I let my subconscious work and start slowly caressing her thigh towards her knee and back towards the hem of her shorts a couple of times then I give her quads a soft squeeze, wondering if she’ll keep her muscles relaxed so they mold in my hand or if she’s not comfortable enough to keep them that way.
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As we're reading I feel him slowly caressing my thigh towards my knee and back up a few times before giving my quads a squeeze. I was so comfortable I didn't even try to flex my muscles letting his fingers sink into my muscles.
I give a relaxed sigh (as my head is on his shoulder) as I continue to read.
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Feeling my fiancée's muscles relaxed, slowly, as if building it from the foundation up, a tent forms in my shorts. To my surprise (and delight), the first emotional chapter shows up, I keep caressing my fiancée's thigh, indulging in the sensual, soft yield of her muscles. I glance from the corner of my eyes to her cheek...
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After a little bit the first emotional chapter shows up. I decide it's best to keep my head on his shoulder just in case any tears are to slip out. His shoulder can catch (and dry) them.
Reading further I do feel my eyes starting to fill up with tears indicated by a hot stinging behind my eyes. But to my surprise none of them feel ready to fall.