It started a little while ago—I began getting touched down there. The next day it happened again. I was turned to the side, so I could feel fingers poking and prodding me. My pajama buttons were undone and my nipples were being pinched and rubbed. Gradually, I started feeling pleasure, and I could tell my pussy was getting wet. I lay on my back as a tease, slightly opening my legs. At first, the hand pulled back like it was going to stop, but then it started touching me again. The feeling of my folds being spread open, my clit being rubbed—I felt itchy and couldn't stand it. Inside, I was screaming, "More!" It was embarrassing but thrilling, knowing I was being stared at so intently, lit up like with a flashlight. I heard a click, like a photo being taken. He carefully watched, touched me all over, even took pictures before finally leaving. My pussy stayed wet. After he was gone, of course, I touched myself. It felt better than anything I've ever experienced. Remembering the sensation of his fingers, I pinched my clit between my index and middle fingers, moving up and down until I came over and over.