I watch you from a distance. You are unaware that I am around. I admire the way your clothes hug your body, the curve of your ass, the swell of your breasts. I watch you as you walk casually down the street, pausing once in a while to look through the shop windows. You move gracefully with a causal sensuality. My eyes move over your body, caressing your soft curves.
I smile as I see that you have begun to feel my gaze and your body starts to respond. Your skin tingles, your nipples stiffen, your pussy moistens. You look around but you do not see me. I smile again and continue to watch you and to caress your body with my eyes. You feel my presence stronger now. Your nipples begin to ache as you think about my lips and teeth on them. Perhaps you are remembering when I last sucked them to hardness and flicked them with my tongue as you lay tied spread eagle to the bed – naked and at my mercy. You become warm and flushed and the blush spreads from your face to your neck and down into your blouse where it stains the tops of your breasts with a red warmth. You try to walk down the street without giving away your condition, but the rubbing together of your thighs only makes you more aware of the growing wetness between your legs. Your clit has begun to swell and the dampness of your panties is cool against its heat. You find yourself having to stifle a moan. Again, you pause and look around, but I am well hidden. You move on trying to ignore the growing arousal and the increasing sense of my presence that you feel.