She sat on the leather couch perpendicular to mine. Her fidgeting fingers grazed along the accentuated small ridges of wrinkles. I stared at her and wondered, ‘what you are expecting?’ Her outfit: mere black leggings and a tank top variation of sorts that brazenly drew attention to a line of cleavage, where I struggled not leer. It could have been my imagination, but she seemed to have noticed. She looked down and played with the hemming at the front. Drawing it down then pressing her breasts together from the sides with smooth slender arms. Her eyes then darted at me and I exhaled…’I guess I hadn’t been breathing’… I began to squirm around, trying to conceal my growing erection. She smiled as her graze switched to my crotch. It’s then I decided not try and conceal it, so I spread my legs, leaned back and let it bulge along my leg. I watched as her chest heaved in the sight of it grown. Looking back up to me, staring into my eyes, she bit her bottom lip. I pondered if I should say anything, or let the current flow of body movements continue? As it was, I didn’t get to decide.
She stood and crept towards me. She slid herself to my shoulder and ran her hand smoothly along my chest with fingernails clawing at my shirt. I slunk my arm behind her, gently skimming her arm with my knuckles. Her other hand slides along the waist of my pants, her cold finger brushed against my skin as she reached underneath to undo the first button. Her lips wafted along my neck, as we both listened to the unmistakable zipping. She turned down to my crotch, dangling an aura of coconut strands in front of me. Her fingers then curled around elastic and dragged it down to reveal my erect cock resting on my stomach. She loomed back and I saw as she gawked down at it, a broad smile beam from her face. Softly, she brushed her cool fingers along the length of my shaft and back down. All the while, I leered at her cleavage that hung out towards me, inviting me to be entertained. I rest my hand on low on her belly, with the lower two fingers slipped under her tank top.
I glanced back to her face, seemingly absorbed to what rested at her fingers. She was actually quite beautiful…her subtle dimples, slightly more engraved in her smile. Her wide eyes glistened like a chandelier. Her lips, like delicate canvas, were lightly washed over with a pale red. With my arms wrapped around her, I quickly raised my fingers through the seams of her golden shimming hair.
I held her body towards me, the warmth from her breast pressed up against my side.