Her Orgasm

She was getting ready to go out. All she had on was a red cashmere jumper and a small pair of black panties. She felt, rather than heard him coming into the room and then he was behind her, his hardness pressing against the top of her bottom as he slid his hands down onto her hips. Kissing the back of her neck then nuzzling her ear, taking soft, gentle pulls at it. Slowly his hands found their way up under the jumper to cup her breasts, his hands gently rubbing, her nipples springing up after his caresses as he stroked and softly pinched them. Next his left hand cupped her right breast as his other slid down and into the front of her knickers, she could feel how wet she was and so could he. She pressed her head back on to his shoulder as his hand gently played with her labia, spreading them apart, caressing her clit, occasionally sliding a finger inside her. She could feel her orgasm building, building until it burst forth from her, her legs turning to jelly as he held her up as wave after wave hit her then gently subsided. As she regained her composure he left her, not a word being shared between them, neither needed the contact of speech.