Another rainy day, trapped in the house. I am feeling a bit frisky, well, ok, downright horny. I set off in search of you hoping for some afternoon fun. There you are, across the bedroom, attached to the computer. I run my fingers through my tousled hair, My jeans are history and I stand seductively leaning against the wall wearing your white dress shirt, the last two buttons fastened, leaving nearly nothing to the imagination. You glance up at me, smile, and continue on with whatever has your attention, but it is definitely not me. The windows are open and there is a damp chill in the air. My nipples harden, the cotton of your shirt brushing them lightly, teasing me. Just watching you work is driving me wild, my body giving in to my desire. My shaved pussy is wet, so much so, that I know, if I move, sweet cunt juice will run down my thighs. I watch your hands moving over the keyboard and wish they were playing with me instead.
I kneel at the floor beside you, intently watching you as my hands run up your leg. You keep working, and so do I. My hands run up your calves, over your knees and gently turn the chair a bit to access your thighs. I have finally gotten your attention and plan to keep to keep it now. You watch me as I run my hands between your thighs spreading them and turn the chair to face me, the computer now forgotten. Your swelling cock strains to meet my fingers as I massage your shaft and balls through your jeans. My fingertips trace the line of the zipper and I unbutton your tightening pants. I lean upwards, hands on your hips, my breasts pushing your shirt open and kiss you deeply. The softness of your lips and tongue on mine, so sweet, makes me hungry for more. Your hands twist and play in my hair as I reach and pull your shirt over your head. My open mouth kisses trailing down your neck, shoulders and chest. I work my way lower, kissing and tasting you as I go.