The glass wall separating us is thin, but it’s there. We can see each other, hear each other, but at this point, physical contact with each other is not a possibility.
No matter. That won’t stop us from having our fun.
I watch as your eyes lock on mine, mirroring the burning lust I feel under your gaze. The tip of your tongue darts out, moistening your lower lip, and I bite down on my own in response. Your smile is sultry, smug.
Your hand moves down your body and my eyes follow it, taking in every line and curve. You pause as you reach the bulge between your thighs. With a cheeky look at me, you run your hand over it, once, twice, tilting your hips upwards into your touch. Teasing me. Knowing I want to see more.
Moving your hand up to the waistband of your pants, you stop and cock an eyebrow at me. I nod, desperate to see you, all of you. Slowly, tantalisingly, you tug it down. It resists momentarily before giving in, allowing your cock to spring free. I can’t help but stare as you take it in your hand and start stroking it slowly, lovingly even.