Fridays! My favorite day of the week, I am surrounded by my closest friends at our favorite bar on girls' night. The room is full of laughter and clinking glasses when my attention is drawn to a boy across the room. He stands out with his nerdy glasses and stylishly tousled hair that I find irresistibly attractive. Later in the night we cross paths, when I accidentally bump into him at the bar, I am immediately struck by his charmingly awkward demeanor. We exchange apologies and introductions. I can tell he is shy, but his eyes are darting towards my cleavage. I slightly flirt with him and make my way back to my table after exchanging numbers.
Over the next few days, we are texting back and forth, flirting, and sharing stories. My mind is already on him, I find myself waiting for his text, thinking about him and touching myself, and as days go by, my infatuations seem to increase. One evening he sends me a text: My parents are out of town and I am managing their home office; do you want to come over and have shots? Of course my answer is yes.
He just invited me to their lavish house. It's grandeur interior is riveting, but I am more intrigued by his nervous energy palpitating in the air. We make our way to the office, where he is currently engrossed in a stack of papers and his laptop. Few hours of small talk about his interests in science fiction, machine engineering, and his family business, and it feels like torture to me. I'm desperate and horny. The second we're alone together, I'm on him. My bones seem to whisper his name, and my thoughts are screaming fuck me. I've been wanting him for a while now, but I wasn't sure he would be receptive. He is working on his desk while I eyefuck him. My pants start to dampen; fuck it, I can't wait any longer. "I need to make a move." I pull his chair closer to me and place his left knee between my legs. Slowly knee-humping myself and moving my hands closer to his dick. "What are you up to?" he asks. His eyes meet with my needy look. Without a word, I sit on his lap, my fingers brushing gently against his chest. I lean in, my lips gliding just inches from his ears. "It's okay; nothing you can't handle," I whisper. His pulse starts to quicken, so with a playful shift, I grab his hands and guide them to my waist, slowly caressing me as I press my body against his, rubbing his chest with my huge tits. I tilt my head slightly and start to trail his neck softly with my lips. His body starts to respond to my touch. He makes me settle on his lap and skims over my juicy pussy with his fingers. My undies is soaked, and I beg him to take care of me. "Do you want to pet me?,but I'll bite if you don't take care of my throbbing cunt." I whisper into his ear. My braless nipples are pebbling. I start to feel his longing. His hand inches down my back until it's firmly on my ass. He grabs my ass, pulling me closer. I can feel his hard cock within my pants. "I wonder when it will come out and play," I ask.
"It can't, we can't; this is my father's office, and there are cameras everywhere," he says, hesitating.
