I need to feel your lips again… I need to feel their fullness and the way they kiss me. I need to feel the way you start out tenderly… the way you suck on my bottom lip just right. I need to feel your forceful kisses and the way your hand wraps around the back of my head and pulls me in closer. Deeper. I need the way your tongue licks me before you dive into my mouth again, your hands cupping my cheeks. I’m replaying our last meeting in my mind and becoming aroused at the mere memory of you… of us.
Did you like your little gift? Did you keep my panties in your pocket on your drive home? Or did you hold them close to your face and periodically breathe in the scent of me? I love that you asked me to leave you with a souvenir. It was fun deciding which g-string I would wear for you that morning… knowing you wanted me nice and sweaty and my panties soaking wet before you arrived at the hotel. I like doing exactly as you ask. I like being your Good Girl. Re-reading our texts from that morning is making me so wet right now. “On my knees”… that’s how you told me to be waiting for you behind the door to room 119. Patiently waiting… on my knees. Waiting for your hard cock wearing nothing but my wet panties. “Take those clothes off” you texted, “and let me watch you do it…”
I set up my phone on the nightstand and hit record while I unzip the front of my bra. Sliding it up and over my head, I look directly into the camera, feeling the thrill of knowing you’re watching me from your car. I slide my skirt down over my hips and turn away from the camera, giving you the perfect view as I bend over… Your lacie gift; your soaking wet panties buried deep in my ass. “I’m walking up” you text, and I go over to the door, leaving it slightly ajar, before taking my place – on my knees – in front of it. I’m breathing heavy. I’ve got butterflies in my stomach and my pussy is so wet I can feel it dripping onto my legs as I wait for you. I want to reach down and touch myself but I stay perfectly still… listening for your footsteps in the hall outside. I hear you approach and my breath catches in my throat before you ease the door open and greet me with an approving smile. Wordlessly you walk toward me and I get up on my knees, my hands reaching for your pants… wanting to pull your hard cock out and take you in my mouth. But you take my hands in yours and pull me up to stand before sweeping me into your arms and tossing me onto the bed. Your mouth kissing and biting your way up to my inner thighs, you bury your face in my pussy-soaked panties and inhale deeply. We stay there, still & silent for a moment. Then you slide my panties off and hold them up to your face and again breathe deeply while you steadily stare into my eyes… and tell me what a Good Girl I am.
[Hear me read it here](https://anchor.fm/quinnnspiration/episodes/On-My-Knees-e1ho7t3)
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/ud42ks/f4m_on_my_knees_wet_panties_anticipation_i_wanna
You’re a good girl indeed. That was awesome.
You please him well.