She doesn't touch him at all, nothing more than the sound or shadow of her passing for two, three revolutions.
On the fourth she trails her arm extended behind her, so the tracing of her fingertips across the line of his shoulders comes right to left when she's almost back in front of him already.
"I've dabbled a little," she offers, almost idly; also, by this point, probably unnecessarily. She's toying with the top button on his shirt, tossing the tails of her makeshift blindfold out of her way, but doesn't undo anything. She hooks a finger under his belt at the front of his hip, tugs up lightly, drops away.
"Enough to know a few things I like. Not enough to be bored."
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Date: 2024-12-09 04:52 pm (UTC)On the fourth she trails her arm extended behind her, so the tracing of her fingertips across the line of his shoulders comes right to left when she's almost back in front of him already.
"I've dabbled a little," she offers, almost idly; also, by this point, probably unnecessarily. She's toying with the top button on his shirt, tossing the tails of her makeshift blindfold out of her way, but doesn't undo anything. She hooks a finger under his belt at the front of his hip, tugs up lightly, drops away.
"Enough to know a few things I like. Not enough to be bored."