Her finger gets stuck in the strap of her shirt, and she pulls it aside, fanning herself.
My eye twitches.
She puts her hands on the table by her sides and pushes herself up. Now, she’s sitting on top of it. Her gorgeous hair falls over her shoulder, and she pushes it back.
My dick starts forming a tent in my sweats.
She spreads her legs and places her palms on her thighs. Her shorts are tiny, and she doesn’t have underwear on. I can see her pussy as her shorts slide to the side. She starts rubbing her thighs with her palms, up and down, up and down, letting her fingers graze over her slit.
My breathing becomes heavier. I drop my hands to my sides and watch her next movements. My intention of driving her crazy is completely forgotten.
She brings her middle finger to her mouth and sticks it inside, giving it a few good sucks, all the while watching me. She takes her wet digit out with a pop, moves her shorts even more to the side, baring everything to me, and presses her wet finger to her clit.
It’s wet, and the air already smells like sex—I don’t think I’m just imagining it.
My mouth opens as I attempt to steady my breathing. My nostrils keep flaring, trying to catch her scent.
But she just keeps rubbing her clit with her finger.
And then her eyes close. Just for a second, and I know she’s close. I want to be there with her, but I also want to watch.
I can see her putting more pressure on her clit as she increases the speed. Her mouth falls open, and her breathing turns shallow. The top of her chest is pink, her cheeks too.
On another rub, she drops her head back and lets out a long, loud moan. Her pussy glistens, wetting her silky shorts, and she claps her thighs shut with her hand still between them. It’s the hottest fuckin’ thing I’ve ever seen. I push away from the table with the full intention of going to her, but she opens her eyes, already sober, and jumps from the table. Raising her hand in the air, she stops me halfway.
“I’m sorry. I guess it was too vanilla for you. I don’t know what I was thinking.” She blinks innocently a few times and goes to turn off the kettle. Pouring the water into our mugs, she takes hers from the table and marches to the living room like a little soldier going to war. My dick salutes her, and I look at the ceiling, asking the universe why I deserve such torture.
Such pleasure.
The rest of the evening proves to be the former—some sort of prolonged, painful torture.
When she takes a seat on the loveseat with her mug and a book she found on the shelf, a little stash someone left here, she doesn’t just sit there. No. She aims to kill.
She brings her feet up on the couch and keeps her knees together. It would be a very innocent pose if not for her movingher feet to the side slightly, so I can see the result of her self-play in the kitchen—the wet spot on her silky shorts. Plus, those tiny shorts don’t leave much to the imagination, so the tent in my pants has no plans of going away anytime soon. And that’s what she wants.
So, I cover my lap with a pillow and take my phone out to play mindless games since there’s no reception here, and I can’t make any phone calls. Nor can I focus enough to make one should we get service at some point. That was what initially attracted me to this place, but now I could sure use the distraction.
I glance at Leila from time to time, and she seems so engrossed in her book while she’s anything but. Her eyes are trained on the pages in her hands, but her finger is in her mouth, making slow, sucking motions, and unless she’s reading pure porn and getting really excited, I think this show is for me.Yeah, this woman is not vanilla.
When she feels my eyes on her, she pushes her finger deeper into her mouth and hollows her cheeks, imitating real hard sucking.
I swallow the dry lump in my throat and press the pillow to me harder. She notices and squeezes her knees tighter while placing her feet wider.Little minx.
I decide two can play this game since she’s putting on this show for me, so why waste the resources I’ve got? I throw the pillow away and pull my dick out.
Her eyes go wide, and she forgets to keep sucking.
Good.Now I have her attention.
The next thing I do is place my dick in a comfortable position by pulling my sweats down a little and freeing my sack too. I place my palm over my angry-looking cock and grab my balls with the other. They’re fucking heavy, even though I justemptied them an hour ago. They would feel so nice slapping against her ass…
My dick twitches, leaking with precum, and I squeeze it at the base, willing it to chill a little so I can prolong this torturous pleasure.
Now it’s her turn to squirm. She moves her butt, pushing herself deeper into the chair.
I give my dick a lazy pull.
Her finger falls out of her mouth while her lips stay parted. Her eyes are on me.Good girl.
