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.
You stop at the corner and wait for the light to change so you can cross the street. Other people gather around you and wait as well. You are acutely aware of the bodies around you and you are sure that they can feel the arousal coursing through yours. The press of them against you as the crowd grows only heightens your feelings. You close your eyes and remember the night at that house when I led you to the basement and secured you to the table. Remember how it felt to be helpless and surrounded by other people, all of them touching and kissing you? You moan softly at them memory and the heat between your legs grows stronger. Opening your eyes, you glance at the faces of the other people, certain they can feel your arousal as well and smell your scent. But, oddly, no one seems to notice.