I am sitting cross-legged on my bed, wearing a t-shirt and underwear. I am leaning back,
and I can feel the friction of my breasts against my t-shirt as the wetness between my
legs soaks into the material of my underwear. I am watching you undress. You pull your
shirt over your head, and I take in the sight of you in just boxers. Your torso, strong and
lean, the trail of hair going down your stomach my eyes follow that disappears into the
waistband of your underwear. I can see your erection beneath the fabric, and I feel the
tingling sensation between my legs intensify. Your legs – lean; muscular thighs, defined
calves.
Without breaking eye contact, you pull your underwear down over your knees, and you
take your cock in your hands, making me watch as you touch yourself. I can feel the
wetness between my folds. *Take off your clothes.*
I sit slowly up, and pull my t-shirt over my head, the cold air of the room meeting my
skin. I pull my underwear down over my legs, and feel the exhilaration at being so