I take a seat on the porch swing to wait for him after his walk. My light blue dress, lighter in the warm sun. I push my curly hair out of my face and slide down my panties. He would be back any second and I needed him.
I look up into the distance and close my eyes, my hands running down my neck, gently squeezing my breast. The cold breeze had made my hard nipples push out through my dress, playing perfectly with the mood. I open my eyes to see him coming up the driveway, his face staring at my panties on the floor. I knew what I was doing so well, I knew how to make him want me. I bite my bottom lip and raise my right leg on to the swing. A small breeze lifting up my dress, to tease him. I spread my legs slightly and run my hand between them.
He walks up the stairs towards me, my eyes never leaving his.
He leans down and removes my hand, squeezing tightly on my wrist.
Who gave you permission to play with yourself baby girl? He whispers in my ear.