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only a G-string, and as Jake's penis poked rudely at her rear, she could feel a single strand of furled silk being rubbed like a goad against her anus.
    She whimpered, trapped between two powerful poles of sensation: his brisk workman-like mauling of her sensitised breasts and the slower, richer, more subversive stimulation of her bottom. He was bouncing her on himself now, and as she gasped and put her hand to her unattended crotch, she heard him laugh like a devil in her ear.
    'Yes, Dee, do it,' he urged. 'Stroke yourself, you know you want to. The picture's turned you on, hasn't it? Touch yourself, Dee, touch your clitoris. I can hear your pussy crying for it. . . Go on, Dee, caress yourself. Do it!'
    His words compelled her as much as her yearning body did. The situation was unreal, surreal, not of this world - and in this altered erotic state, there seemed no valid reason to defy him. Bunching the cotton of her dress, she drew it up past her knees, her thighs, then her belly. Clutching it inelegantly at her waist, she put her free hand to her groin and pushed her fingers beneath the lace of her G-string. Her sex-lips were puffed open in readiness and the whole of her groove was awash with hot wet slickness.
    'Are you wet, Dee?'
    Weak at the knees, she nodded and stirred gently at her own thick fluids.
    'Show me.'
    She felt her sex pulsate beneath her touch, then shiver with need as she raised up her fingertips and held them shimmering before her own face and Jake's.
    'Taste yourself,' he ordered.
    Her flavour was pungent, salty, oceanic, and as she licked her fingers hungrily, she was astounded how much she savoured it. She'd tasted her own juices before, but never with such relish, or for a man.
    'Now give me your taste.'
    She reached down again, scooped up her nectar on two fingers and lifted it this time to Jake's lips. He leaned forward, his chin over her shoulder, and as he sucked the aromatic offering, she caught an intoxicating whiff of his cologne - a heady floral blend that for a moment even drowned out the odour of her sex. She smelt lavender and lily of the valley, so strong and stupefying that she swayed backwards, pressing harder against him, her nether cheeks dividing around the unyielding bulge of his prick.
    'Yes,' he purred, then sucked like a baby on her fingers. Almost swooning, Deana had no way of knowing if it was her flavour he was applauding or the pillowy caress of her bottom. As he ground himself against her, she felt his tongue move mockingly against her fingertips, licking and darting in a sly imitation of cunnilingus.
    'Look at the picture, pretty Dee,' he whispered as he reached up, took her hand, and drew it back down to her groin. Guiding her, he made her touch herself again, press her fingertip against her clitoris as he slipped two fingers of his own into the swimming channel of her vagina. 'Look at it. Isn't that what you want? Right here? With me?' His fingers waggled slightly and she moaned, the sound echoing betrayingly along the narrow balcony. Any second now some curious soul might turn the corner onto this deserted level and find a woman being vigorously masturbated, a man's hands moving at her breast and her sex.
    This was bizarre. An hallucination. It had to be. She'd met this man literally minutes ago and now she was fingering her own body for him, rubbing herself at his command, giving herself pleasure to please him - while his own fingers were deep inside her. She rippled around him while her mind fought to believe what was happening. Her clitoris leapt beneath her touch, a throbbing blip, a promise of even better things to come.
    'Yes, Dee, you do want it.' His voice was very quiet but utterly triumphant. The tiny, beautiful pre-orgasm had given her away completely. 'And you shall have it, my sweet girl. There against that little wall over there. Just like in the picture.' He lifted his hand from her breast to her chin, tilting up her face so she could do nothing but stare at