I'm sitting on the couch reading when she sits down next to me. The smell of her perfume igniting a stream of images in my head. The story I'm reading gets lost in the flood of information. My eyes continue to scan the lines of text trying to find the beat of the story again but I can't help but think of her.
Next to me she swings her legs onto the couch. Her bottom of her white-stocking covered feet rest against my thigh.
I try to focus on the words in front of me again and the curiosity gets the better of me. I close the book, sit it aside, and turn to look.
She smiles and bites her lip as my eyes take her in. She is wearing a black chocker, black panties, and white opaque knee high stockings. Her hands rest in her lap. She gives me a slight smirk and a don't-mind-me shrug.
My body starts to come alive. My pulse quickens, my pants start to tighten, and my stomach does an anxious flip. I place a hand on her calf. I love the feel of her stockings. My fingers glide over the material and I suddenly want to more.
She pulls her leg away. "No touching," she says and then pulls her knees up and spreads her legs. One of her hands traces a slow path from the top her knee, slowly down her thigh to her panties. I can't help but follow its progress. She spreads her hand blocking my view of her center.
Peaking from under her panties I see a hint of skin and feel like I just caught a glimpse up the skirt of a girl in school. The thrill causes the butterflies in my stomach to take flight.
She closes her eyes letting her hand explore between her legs. Her fingers teasing the skin beneath the cloth. She lets out a soft moan.
When she opens her eyes she catches me watching and smiles. She lifts the edge of her panties giving me a quick view before hiding it again. I think my face is neutral but she must see some frustration because she laughs. Her fingers hook under the edge of her panties and push down as she brings her knees together. The panties slid over knees and to her ankles. She leans forward and hold the cloth to my face.
I can smell her arousal and it is fuel to my own fire burning within. It calls to me like a siren's call. My body screams for me to do something. To reach and touch. My mouth aches to taste her.
She drops the panties on my lap and leans back. A smile tugs at the corner of her mouth until it turns spreads into something wicked and sexy.
One hand slides between her legs to play with herself. She holds my gaze as a finger slips inside. Her mouth appears to be about to unleash sound but I hear nothing but an escape of breath. She slides it free and leans forward placing the wet finger under my nose letting me get the scent before returning it to its place.
It is joined any another. Her fingers glisten from her arousal. Slowly the sounds of pleasure build from a whispered breath to groans. Her body starts to tighten and her heels dig into the couch as the intensity increases.
