“I’d be happy to show you some nudes,” she said, rising to close the gap between them. She moves slowly, intentionally, watching his eyes widen as her fingertips trace the hem of her skirt, lifting demurely as she slides onto his lap. This is not the response he expected. His hands rest against the sides of his dark jeans, fingers aimless fluttering, eager to connect but afraid to touch. He is reminded of lustful moments under dim lights, observing the feminine forms whose love and attention he could purchase for three minutes at a time. Beautiful vixens he wasn’t allowed to feel.
He draws a quick breath as she leans her back against his chest, and he is returned to the present moment. He peers over her shoulder, watching her thumb flick through streaks of pale skin under colored lights until she finds the image she’s looking for. His chest flutters as he makes eye contact with this digital fantasy. Laying on her side and staged seductively facing away from the camera, the static woman looks back at him over her shoulder, tousled hair falling around her face. Her mouth slightly agape with a hint of a knowing smile; “You want to fuck me,” it speaks wordlessly. His eyes trace the curve of her body as it dives from her shoulder to her waist before rising up to her hip. Her bare ass is a fucking tease. He imagines being off-camera so he can see her pussy, instantly jealous of non-existent on-lookers.