He moves up silently behind her, his presence at first a suggestion rather than a certainty.
She closes her eyes and excitedly exhales in anticipation of his touch. One finger languidly traces the strip of her freshly showered skin peeking out from between her girlish pink knickers and lilac tank.
Legs now invitingly parted, she stands eagerly awaiting the next touch.
When she least expects it that same finger hooks and twists itself so tightly into the right side of the waistband her sensitive clit begins to purr.