I’m watching you. You’re oblivious to being observed in this way, chatting away with people with your usual energy and charisma.
I sit at the bar a short distance away. I am alone, sipping my drink slowly, enjoying the show. I feel sexy in my black cocktail dress. As I sit down, the delicate lace material pushes up slowly, exposing my brown legs and the tattoo on my right thigh. This tattoo has always jolted a desire in me. I gently run a finger across the outline of the drawing, in awe of its beauty bestowed upon my soft skin.
It has started. There is a gentle stirring between my legs.
I watch you. You look so hot in your shirt and tie. I want to grab that tie right now and drag you to my hotel room. I cross my legs, my dress creeping up even further. I bite my lip as I gently rub my thighs together enjoying the gentle sensation on my clit.
I watch as you place your hand on a girl’s shoulder, smiling and talking to her with passion. She is looking at you in awe. I smile wickedly, knowing that hand will shortly be all over my body, all over my skin, in my hair, all the places she can only dream of.
There it is, what I’ve been waiting for. You stop talking and look over. Our eyes lock. Your smile soon fades into a look of pure desire. You walk away from the girl and head towards me slowly. No words are needed. I stand up and slowly wrap my arms around your neck. I lean in to kiss you, closing my eyes and breathing in your scent. Pure lust fills my entire body.
It is time to leave.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/t7vlmp/eyes_on_you_fm