I sit back on my chair, squeezing my full breasts together and spreading my legs wide over both arms. I am completely naked and vulnerable for you. My pussy is wet and open; inviting you to come closer, demanding your attention.
Your eyes are so wide; you now have your cock out and are slowly stroking it. It is bigger than most I have to say, for an instant a flash thought burns through my imagination of you bending me over the back of this chair and ramming that monster into me. Grinding, thrusting and screaming in decadent pleasure so wild that I just don't think I could stand it.
I keep that picture in my mind's eye as I work fingers slowly over my clit, flicking up along my cunt lips and tickling at the entrance. That always drives me crazy, and I am so wet it is unbareable.
I know what you are thinking, you want me so badly, and that's okay. You are completely hypnotized; no matter how many times I do this, I know when I see that blanked expression on a man's face that at that particular moment in time I own him. The thought is a turn on.
I stand up and approach you, deliberately exaggerating my sashay across the small distance between us to accentuate my long legs. I turn and look at you coyly over my shoulder before ever so gradually starting to bend down, continuing to look at you backwards between my slightly parted legs as the top of my head approaches the floor, my bottom only a few inches away from your face. A little gusto could see you lean forward and lick my pussy, taste my ass...completely devour me. In truth I might like that.
I come back up and smile, partially to you, but mostly to myself. I move back to my chair and return to the position I was before, legs spread eagled out over both arms, hands squeezing my tits so hard that my nipples peek painfully through strained fingers. I plunge two fingers inside myself, rhythmically driving them in and out, coming close to my own orgasm.
Your face is bright red; so is the tip of your cock as you work that bad boy hard. Stroking it, jerking it, giving it the flogging of a lifetime. You throw your head back and blow your load over your hand and up onto your shirt (which you'll regret later!), groaning that cum-rattle I do so love to hear.
We make eye contact. For one brief instant there is something that passes between us. That was weird; I haven't had that happen before. I kind of liked it.
Suddenly the buzzer goes off, and the blind on the peep-show window that divides us starts to close. You stand up quickly and manoueuvre yourself so that you drain every last second of our shared look.
That was sweet. I hope you come back tomorrow.
