"Whatever I'm stuck on, I mean," she clarifies, sliding her hands slowly from my shoulders to my biceps, stroking me with her thumbs.
Oh, right. That. I clear my throat and focus on what I can feel behind her, and try to ignore how close my cock is to exactly where I want it to be. Sure enough, the lacing of her dress has snagged on a loose piece of the wire pantry shelf. I reach both arms around her waist and fiddle with it, trying unsuccessfully to disengage the straps, while pushing my leg a little harder between hers. She's practically riding my thigh at this point, while trying to look perfectly natural, as if she's not completely aroused. I give her another nudge and feel her fingers tighten on my arms, as my cock throbs.
"It's the wire of the shelf," I tell her. "I'm going to lift you up a little, to see if that helps." I tighten my grip on her waist and lift her against me, as I put my foot on the bottom shelf. It's only a few inches off the floor, but it boosts her up so she's straddling my leg completely, barely balancing on her tiptoes.
"Oh!" she gasps at the change in position. "Wait; so it doesn't rip," she whispers. She looks me in the eye as she carefully pulls at the fabric of the skirt, sliding it out from where it was trapped between our bodies. There's one less layer separating us now.
"I... think if I untie it, you'll be free," I murmur. She nods, so I pull on the end of the string and slowly begin to undo the bow. She whimpers quietly as she rocks against me, and I realize that I'm thrusting against her now, too. How the fuck did I get here, pinning her to the shelves in the pantry, letting her grind herself on my leg, while there's a party--her party-- happening in the next room? I lean back slightly as the laces of the dress give way, and the top of the dress flutters down, exposing her creamy pale breasts and nipples the same rosy shade of pink as her lips, while freeing her from the shelf.
She freezes, watching my eyes rake over her body for a moment. Then she pulls me close again, into a deep kiss, and shoves my other hand under her dress.
I can take a hint. I palm her naked breast with one hand, rolling her nipple between my fingertips, while pushing her panties aside with the other hand. I stroke along the edge of her pussy, over some bare skin that feels like she shaved this morning, through the bit of hair she leaves intact, to her center. I can smell how turned on she is right now, so I'm unsurprised to find she's already dripping wet. Her body clenches around me as I slide two fingers into her, and she shudders as I move them in and out, rubbing her clit with my thumb. She jumps, then reaches down to hold my hand there while I imagine it's my cock.
"Just like that; don't stop!" she whispers urgently against my mouth. I oblige, and kiss her hard; quieting her moans as she comes hard a few moments later, moving frantically on my hand. She grips my wrist, so I slow my movements and allow her to calm down.
Her head drops to my shoulder, and I can feel her entire body relax into my arms. The tiny room smells like roses and sex, and I'm still hard as a rock against her hip. She reaches up to adjust the top of her dress, and I wordlessly reach behind her to re-tie the laces. Outfit repaired, she steps back slightly. Grabbing her hat from the shelf, she plops it on her head, and clears her throat.
"Well. I... appreciate your assistance with that matter. Let me know if I can be of service to YOU sometime." With a significant glance at my crotch, she slips past me, opens the door, and returns to the party.
