You ring my door, I wait a few moments and slowly open the door. You look up into me. Your eyes search my face for information, information from our last conversation. You are about to say something.
I sush you.
I just look at you. You’re wearing a mid-length tight skirt and a button up blouse that is unbuttoned one , maybe two, too many. I can tell you’re not wearing a bra, just how I like. I wonder if you have panties on. I can see your hard nipples through the thin material, also just as I like. I wonder if you came over that way, or if you unbuttoned just at my door. We look at each other for what feels to be a long time, but is probably only a minute or two.
I tell you to show me your breast. You hesitate. I remind you of our prior conversation. You look down the hall to see if anyone is around. You are still hesitant, not wanting to show your breast in a public space. But I can tell you want to, I know it turns you on. You just haven’t let go yet. I speak again. Instructing you this time to show me your breast or go home. You slowly comply. I’m not 100% sure sure if you’re not just teasing me with this coy act, or if you are truly apprehensive. Either way, my cock grows in my shorts. I can feel it getting wet.