Without fail, every single time you walk past me, I blatantly admire your ass I think to myself that you have no idea what I would do to it. It boggles my mind that I haven't walked behind you, grabbed it, squeezed it and held it in my hands, biting my lower lip in the process. I really don't understand how I have been able to contain myself.
My jaw drops with each movement of your hips; so graceful. Of course your short dresses and tight shorts help, plus you clearly work out, maybe go out dancing a lot as well... simply put: your butt is my weakness.
Not touching you has been the biggest test to my loyalty and professionalism. I hate really morals sometimes...
It seems like the more clothed you are, the more I want you... almost like a challenge that I can't quite explain. Maybe its because of how perfect your ass looks when you wear those tight jeans and sneakers.
There's something very sensual about plain, every day clothes when worn by someone like you whose eyes are capable of making me horny with a single wink if they wanted.
I need to worship you like none other has ever been worshiped. Your backside is worthy of many hours of pleasure, seduction, caressing, teasing, licking, grabbing, squeezing, biting, spanking and pinching.
Since we could never be and I could never tell you how I feel I have no other choice but to live it in my mind over and over again. I didn't see it happening, I really didn't.
Today we coincided right in front of the elevators in our hotel for the night. These conventions seem to be full of people everywhere all the time but just by chance it was just you and I right this second.
We chat for a bit and your constant smile and hair grabbing were very flirtatious, or so I had hoped. You were wearing super tight jeans, ripped at the knees and shins, like the ones musicians wear... your shirt was a plain white one, tight, making your succulent breasts look firm and sexy.
We hear the bell and neither one of us know which elevator is going up... Turn out it was the one right behind you and you turn around and walk towards it. Needless to say I found myself biting my own hand in disbelief of how delicious your ass is and furthermore I couldn't believe how a woman's body part could posses such control over me and her not know it.
We get up to the 4th floor and realize our rooms are at the very end of the hall, opposite sides; right before the ice machine on my side and the emergency exit stairs on yours. We both got curious about the view a few feet from us so we left our suitcases right in front of our respective doors and walked directly to the window, perpendicular to our room doors.
The sun is setting and we are in some random place but the city seems to be busy, lots of cars, people walking around and the office buildings across the street seem to be in business as they would be at 9am. After staring at the sunset and chatting about the cool colors I look to the right searching for a distraction...
I was standing right next to you and I had to fight with myself to control the urge to spank you with my left hand. I just had to take a second and I walked over to the ice machine.
I push the button once and grab an ice cube and put it in my mouth and offer you one. As soon as you agree and walk over my way, we hear loud noises from some teenagers down the hall. I
had step onto the hallway to see what the racket was all about but you didn't care at all and went over to the ice machine. As I turn around and go grab another cube I stop on my tracks and witness one of the sexiest, most delicious and mouth watering things I have ever seen in my life:
