The breathing was even, but quick. On either side of her, she felt their chests rise and fall against her, pressing her between them. A hand caressed the back of her thigh, starting at the knee and working up and around the leg, drawing a sensual line to the swell of her ass. She felt the tingle of excitement flourish in her stomach. She thought about how he might not know about the other hand that was gently probing at her mound, pressing against her sex. She felt her body flush with heat. She pushed her ass against the man laying behind her, grinding against the stiff cock in his pants. She felt him push back in response. The rhythm of his hips against hers, pretending like he was shifting in her sleep. She felt his hand reach around, sliding beneath her shirt, she felt the trail his fingertips left as they glided towards her chest. She had decided not to wear a bra that night and it payed off much to her excitement as fingers began to pull and twist at her stiff nipples, a tantalizing pulse of adrenaline with each tug. The man in front of her began to press his fingers into the lips of her pussy, probing a touch further in between them. She felt the wet warmth of her juices beginning to moisten her panties and the thin stocking she wore. His fingers began to more fervorously explore this wetness. It took everything she had not to moan with delight as the man behind her began to grope her breasts firmly, forcefully, needfully.