So, I think I should strip for you.
You keep moaning about me taking my clothes off too quickly.
I want you to sit in a kitchen chair as I straddle your lap, grinding against you, starting in my work clothes — nothing special, a nice tight fitting skirt, with spiked heels, a button down shirt with a black tank underneath, and thigh high stockings. My hair all pulled up on my head…I straddle you, grinding my left hip against you, then my right, as I play with the edges of the shirt, thumbing one button at a time, your eyes never leaving my chest right at eye level.
One by one, the buttons pop off and the shirt is soon discarded on the floor. I press my chest against yours and start to roll my body against yours, bending down slightly to hiss in your ear, “You want more?” You make a move to grab for my hips and I smack your hand away — hard.
Harder than you expected.
I don’t say anything, but click my tongue. I nestle against your lap and wrap my legs around the chair. I lean back, pressing my back against your legs, and arch as I start to inch the top off my body. I reveal a hot pink yet completely sheer bra. It’s new — you’ve never seen it before. But you know you can see both of my nipples pressing hard against the fabric. You can’t believe that I’m this turned on just by grinding against your lap. Still lying against you, I unsnap the bra from the front and let my breasts hang on. And as if you weren’t there, I start to toy with my nipples, letting my fingertips brush against them, then squeezing them more, reaching over to lick one. I sigh against you and start to squirm. I take a handful of my own skin and squeeze hard, letting a slow groan escape my lips.
My eyes flutter open and I look up at you. I can feel your cock straining against your pants. “Don’t you want to see what I’m wearing beneath my skirt?” I arch again and sit up, my skin brushing against your chest. I start to grind against you more, mimicking what I can’t wait to do with you inside me. I step away from you and start to undo my skirt, leaving the heels on. I step out of it and walk away — the kitchen table is a few feet away and empty. You watch my ass intently, clad in a matching hot pink lace thong, and you are stunned as I hook my thumbs beneath it and let it drop to the floor. I let my hair down and walk away again.
I turn around and lay back on the table and spread my legs. Wide. You can see the wetness starting to form on my lips as I start to play with my clit. You’re mesmerized. Watching my fingers rub over my clit, over and over and over again. My breathing starts to get louder…you have a decision — continue watching me or get off with me?
What’s it going to be baby?
