She sat there in the corner of the couch, legs crossed over my lap, reclined in a pile of pillows. Her bangs dangled over her brow and glasses while she read the second book of the day. She wore my tee, tied at the bottom to show a little tummy, her shorts, the ones that she could never wear out since they were so tight on her ass. I scanned her up and down taking in the sights; a figure to die for, curves that put my calculus class to shame, a tight little chest, and silky smooth skin head to toe. How I craved that skin in my hands, but where to grab of all the choices? Her thighs? Ass? Tits? Neck? I scan up through the options and suddenly meet her gaze.
“Excuse me sir, can I help you?” Her eyebrow is raised and her eyes dart to my lap. She’d clearly noticed I’d worked myself up.
I let out a grounding, low growl before replying, “If you’re offering. Otherwise I’m just admiring the view.” I hesitate for a moment, allowing her space to reply. She shifts her legs closer to my knees, revealing my lap.