. . .with a barely perceptible click. You are a master at voyeurism, so this is nothing new to you. I am unaware that I have an audience. I have kicked off my heels and am shimmying out of my pantyhose, kicking them towards the door where you stand. You saw the slightest glimpse of my ass and just a shadow that leads towards my pussy, but it is enough to make you hard. I grab my hair in a ponytail and twist it into a clip to get it off of my long neck. It has been a hellacious day of phone calls and organizing for the upcoming conference. I unbutton my blouse and let it fall open, my hands lingering on the tops of my breasts. I collapse in my chair and close my eyes as my fingertips draw lazy circles on my chest.
You would love to retrieve my pantyhose right now. You can't tell if it's just wishful thinking, but you catch the faintest scent of my sex in the air. They lie there, crumpled and askew, advertising the type of day I have had. You wonder if I fantasize while I am at work and what my fantasies would consist of. You inhale quietly and deeply, hoping that the scent grows stronger now that my feet are propped up on the coffee table. My skirt is hiked up to my mid thigh and you strain to see what is hiding beneath it. You reach inside your pants and gingerly begin to stroke yourself, not wanting to let any sudden movement stop the show.
I grab the remote and turn on the stereo. I am starting my after work ritual that you have seen me do many times before. You begin to jack off in earnest now, anticipating the scene. I unhook my bra and slip it and my shirt off and drop it to the side. I love touching my breasts. I lick my fingers and lightly make quick circles that immediately make my nipples hard. I flick them and then pinch them hard. I can feel myself starting to get wet. I slip my hand in my skirt and then bring it to my mouth, licking them. My other hand begins to play with the folds of my pussy. You lick your hand and begin to pump, pretending that the wetness you feel is mine.
