Full stop.
2 years ago when we met, the sun was shining down on your skin. It was 1:30 in the afternoon. The glistening that was shining off your skin, seemed similar to that of the vampires of “twilight”. It’s often that I laugh now because of your sharp fangs that makes this all deeper. We spoke, we ate, we drank and we danced, we laughed, we worked out, over a period of 3 weeks. By the 4th week I was wondering to myself how come you hadn’t tried to touching me, squeezing me, kissing me, slapping this beautiful ass of mine.
Figured after tonight’s date I would make my move.
I sat across from you, and for some reason either my mind was already turned on or you were looking extra handsome tonight. Let’s go with the the first thought. You were telling me about your day, the traffic you were in on the way to your house, I reiterate, so you know I was paying attention but honestly, my mind was on your lap.
I slipped one foot out of my size 5 1/2 high heels that brought me up to your chest, with out them, I’m just at your navel. I tried so hard to keep a straight face and not show the table next to us, that I was up to no good. I lift my leg to reach, reach a bit further, a bit more till I can feel your pant crease on the tip of my manicured toes.
I reach a bit more.
Eyes widen up.
You laughed. Knowing I was being a perv.
Maybe thinking I was being funny, you thought I would pull my foot away. I didn’t.
Comment if you want a continuation pt2. -Yasmine
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/x2n1ud/if_time_could_stop