I'm at a party at someone's home. I've brought someone. After making the rounds, she runs into a friend and together we move down to the sunken den and settle on a couch. She immediately starts chatting with her friend, catching up on their recent life events.
Bored, I look around and through the entryway I spy you in the living room, sitting on a couch with some friends. From my vantage point, my eyes are at the level of your knees. I am attracted to the hint of lacy stocking tops peeking out from the hem of your short dress. I let my look wander up your legs, moving up to the intersection of your thighs and the hem of your dress. In the midst of conversation, you turn and see my appraising stare and smile slightly.
Conscious of my companion, I look away, not wanting to get busted for ogling your legs, but she is lost in conversation with her friend.
I slowly turn back...looking at the fireplace, the TV, the framing around the entryway, then I risk a look at you.
Sensing my illicit inspection, you glance my way and our eyes lock. Again you smile, as do I but just a little. You turn away, talking again but I notice you shifting in your seat causing your dress to rise up your body. A moment later you shift again, away from your companions but more towards me and I am immediately greeted with slightly parted legs and a dark mystery that lies between. My breath pauses, wishing someone or something would pry your pretty legs apart so I could see more. Even so, I appreciate your inviting pose.
I swallow hard and turn away again lest my cock rise and betray to my companion my lustful preoccupation with you. She would not approve.
I smile faintly at her and try to listen to their conversation but the urge to look your way gets irresistible.
I turn towards you again.
You are talking but I immediately notice you've slid to the edge of your seat. You've lowered one leg causing the gap between your legs to widen. I can see the creamy skin above your stockings and it steals my breath away. I want to see more but now I know you are playing a game with me. And I catch your brief glances towards me.
Then without looking at me you shift again and your legs part for a couple of precarious seconds allowing me a clear view right to your panties. I feel the telltale stirrings in my pants. You close your legs and look towards me and smile. I can't help but return a grin.
You grab your drink, say something to your companions and stand. Then as you walk around your couch, you look at me and with a toss your head invite me to follow. You turn and walk away, your ass swaying invitingly.
I turn and tell my companion I'm off to find a bathroom and another drink. She smiles blankly and nods. I rise and step up into the living to follow the swing of your ass as it disappears around a landing up the stairs.
When I reach the top of the stairs, I see a hallway of doors. I hesitate not knowing which door you had entered.
Then as I take a cautious step, a door opens a crack down on the right. I see a frame of your smile and mischievous eyes. The door closes.
When I reach the doorway, I quietly turn the knob and open it. It is dark inside and I pause, listening for you.
A lamp switches on and you appear next to it sitting on the bed. I smile and close the door behind me.
You hold your index finger to your lips, requesting silence. I nod and you point me to an overstuffed chair across from the bed. I walk over and sit down.
Your perfume is light upon the air, teasing and beckoning to me.
You sit on the edge of the bed and step out of your heels. Then you sit up on the bed and again part your legs.
Again I see the lace of your stockings. Again I see the skin of your thighs. Again I see a hint of your panties.
With a whisper you ask, Is this what you wanted to see?
I nod my head. Suddenly I find it hard to swallow.
Is this ALL you wanted to see? You continue to ask.
My voice taken, I shake my head no.
With a flourish your hand swoops down to your thighs and slowly traces a meandering path up your leg. I'm mesmerized as the hem lifts and you reach the panty line.
You're watching me watch you.
Your fingers slide under the leg of your panties. I can see you begin to massage inside.
You watch me the whole time.
Your fingers are circling, working around your clitoris. Then I see a slow progression as your hand lower. I see the tips of your fingers sink in. I know they are touching the gates.
You sigh.