Katie had a need to draw more breath, to hide the moans that threatened to escape from her throat. She bit her lip as an unseen hand worked its way under her dress and up over the soft expanse of flesh that started just above her stocking tops. The hand ran further. Her buttocks tensed against the cold draft that came with it. But the fingers were pleasant. She swayed slightly and opened her legs. At last, the hand settled on her bare behind. She...