With reluctant, stiff movements, she turned her back to me. Her fingers gathered the fabric of the red slit dress and slowly lifted it, pulling the hem upward until the soft, full curves of her ass were completely exposed to the cool night air and the flickering torchlight.
She held the dress bunched around her waist with both hands, standing there with her legs slightly apart, the bare skin of her cheeks faintly glowing in the warm light. The earlier ant-bite mark was only a faint, almost faded spot on the outer curve of one cheek.
I stepped closer under the guise of examining it properly. The distance between us shrank until the heat of my still-hard, exposed cock was only inches from her bare skin.
I raised one hand and rested my fingers lightly on the soft flesh of her ass, pretending to inspect the mark with careful attention. My thumb brushed over the faint spot once, twice.
Then, without warning, my hand slid inward.
