The circles she was tracing now became ovals and each time came closer to the underside of my breasts, finally she stopped the movements and started to delicately stroke the bottom of my breasts.  She used the tips of her fingers to trace their curve, first one then the other and then back to the first one.  Her touch was tantalising, provocative and calculated.  My breasts were tingling, nerve endings alight.  My nipples were hardening, I could feel them against the cotton of my shirt and the weight of my coat.  She scratched my skin with her nails and then with just one finger she traced a line around the curve of my left breast, up the right hand side, and in a circle around the top to my cleavage.  Then she extended this to a figure of eight around my right breast as well.  She was exciting me terribly, her caresses inflaming me and making me want more.  I started to have that ache in my nipples of needing to have them touched, caressed, pinched a little and even sucked on.  My own hand on her hip was not still; I was tracing patterns with my fingers around and over the angular bone of her hip.  My busy fingers found the top of the elastic of her panties but whilst I could slide a finger under it I could go no further as the angle was impossible.  Sylvia had turned her head and was now breathing warmly into the crook of my neck.  She even flicked the hard point of her wet tongue against the skin of my neck.  I felt she was playing me like an instrument, gauging her actions to my responses.  She licked me and I jumped just a little.  Her fingers came closer to my nipple and I gasped quietly.  I could sense she was enjoying herself enormously. 

Finally her fingers brushed my aching nipple for the first time, one brush but it seemed that having found it she couldn’t keep away.  Suddenly after having been teasing me for so long she focused her caresses on my nipples, circling first one then the other, caressing them, flicking them lightly and squeezing them too.  My chest heaved under her hand.  I pushed up against her and sighed and even moaned under her ministrations, my right arm pulling her in against me, seeking more.  I was so hot, I could feel how my arousal had spread all over me, how my sex was getting hot and wet.  I couldn’t help squirming in my seat as she manhandled my breasts, pinching my nipples lightly and cupping my whole breast with her fingers caressing the nipple at the same time.  She was driving me crazy.