She stood firm and upright.
Her soft dress rested gently on the contours of her frame.
Ripples in the fabric spontaneously occurred when her nerves surfaced in a momentary shake.
Her deep luscious lips slightly parted as her breath became weighted.
Her auburn hair flowed over her shoulders.
A lustrous static sea of red.
I walked up to her and stood barely an inch from touching her.
Her eyes, lost in fear and anticipation, stared into mine.
I could feel the warmth of her breath against my mouth.
Another tremor surfaced, it travelled through her body to her head.
I took my hand and placed it just below the cut of her dress.
I left it to rest for a moment on the naked skin of her lower thigh.
I enjoyed the exchange of our different warmth’s as they became one.
Slowly, slowly, I moved my hand up, lifting her dress as I went.
I could feel the natural form of her thigh as it broadened its shape and width.
Slowly, tenderly, I continued up until I could feel the fabric of her underwear.
On contact, I tilted my hand to cup the mould of her pussy.
A slight gasp escaped from her lips.
Her heat emanated in throbs onto my hand.
I held for a moment to enjoy the pulsating ebb of her arousal.
I began to move my fingers to both stimulate and explore.
To discover her secrets in all their delicious detail.
As I continued to massage her, another shiver rippled through her.
I increased the pressure and intensity, focused and engaged.
My own desire began to grow and fill in my trousers.
Her nipples formed firm and pert peaks underneath the cloth of her dress.
As I continued to tease her, I could feel the dampness seep through.
My fingers now became sticky as they continued their work.
A soft tone of pleasure echoed from the back of her throat.
I had captured her at the moment, her submission had begun.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/we0rql/her_submission_i
Nicely done 👏