I had turned a bit more this time, placing my back against his chest.
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An autumn holiday in Mexico City is incomplete without a visit to a traditional fonda home-cooking diner in quaint Coyoacán.
He pulled his hand back in surprise.
His other arm he wrapped around me, lower when I was wearing a bra but no t-shirt; but when my bare breasts were hidden behind a bulky shirt, he got high enough so that I could feel his arm brush up against them.
He was sitting in the corner, leaning back with one arm on the arm-rest.