#from matthew

Prompt - Pack your bags

@it-is-bugs

Blousy Moans

"Oh, Lucien it's fine. I've seen you with your shirt off."

His eyes leveled hers.

"That is a distinctly different situation and you know it."

"I know but it itches," she said starting to squirm. And then she was to the nearest corner of a wall rubbing up against it.

He stood in front if her.

"Fine. From the top or the bottom?"

She unbuttoned her top button and then next...and one more for good measure. His eyes stayed glued to hers. He would NOT look down. Though reaching up and putting his hand down her shirt still gave him a certain... reaction.

He tried to maneuver his hand to her directed spot but it was still too tight. He would never damn her perfectly tailored, tight clothes. But if she undid another button her slip covered breasts would practically be exposed. Something he would also never protest..... Alas, his hand was almost stuck reaching to her brazzire strap.

"I can't reach it."

He removed his hand and she pulled up at her tucked in shirt...then at her silken chemise. She turned around consenting and encouraging his ministratons.

His hand dipped beneath and reached up. Gentle scratches.

"Higher....harder," she cooed. "Left.....no, up.... right, down just a bit......Yes. Oh, right there. Harder. Oh ohhh. Yes..that's good. Mmm. Yes, yess..."

He was happy to please his fiancée. Even if it was just with his nails. Though they had had plenty of moan escaped kisses, her enthusiastic orations were thrilling all the same.

"Just undo the strap. Easier access."

His mouth curled ever so slightly as he leaned in to whisper, "You sure about that, Jean?"

Meanwhile, Mathew had been in the hallway, trying to reach his room without disturbing his engaged house mates when he heard Jean's moans.

and then I heard myself in the most sly and sarcastic tone go "because it's a library 🙃"