Review Blog: ASS TRAFFIC ASSTRAFFIC.COM carried on for the next couple of days, with John trying to suss out just how interested she was, and Hannah being gorgeously, naively, flirtatious.
Friday started just as every other that week: John waited outside her house, and she ran out to the car, sliding next to him and waiting for him to do his usual routine of pretending to accidentally brush her knee. They chatted away for the journey, occasionally catching each other's eye, until they arrived at the office once more.
"I give up." Hannah joked. "No more stairs for me; today I'm going to be as lazy as the rest of you, and take the lift."
As usual, all the businessmen piled into the elevator, chatting between themselves, packed into the tiny space. John was backed up in a corner, with Hannah directly in front of him. He could feel her ass against his thigh, and he was hard within seconds. He couldn't take it any longer. Gingerly, he moved his hand between them, and pressed it against her, just at the top of her thigh, under her ass. He could swear he felt her press back slightly, encouraging him to carry on. Unbeknownst to the other passengers, he stood with a raging hard on, and slid his hand ever so slightly up his daughter's friend's bare, smooth thigh, enjoying how soft her skin felt against his fingers. Now he was sure that she knew what was going on, and that she approved: he felt her part her legs to allow his hand to travel just that bit further up the skin, tracing their way towards her panties.