I looked over, and Jenny was gazing at me, a small smirk on her face. “What?” I asked, smiling. “Nothing” she replied, “just… thinking”.
“What about?”
“You’ll see”.
I shrugged and returned to my book. We were lying on top of the bed in our room, on the 9th floor of a rather swish hotel in Barcelona. We’d arrived earlier that day, and having got up very early in the morning for our flight, on arriving at the hotel we had crashed out, showering and flopping onto the bed. Now, dusk was settling outside and lights were starting to wink on in the city that spread out from the windows. Jenny lay next to me, wearing a t-shirt over her red bra and pants and gazing towards me.
I didn’t have long to wonder what Jenny had been thinking, as soon I felt her bring her smooth hands onto my legs, lightly stroking up my thighs. I smiled again, but pretended to ignore her, focusing on the book in front of me. I was lying on the bed with just my robe on, and it had fallen away on one side, leaving a gap against my leg. Into this gap she trailed her hand, letting it softly graze my upper thigh, eliciting a shiver from me.