With money short and the school year nearing it’s end, now was the time to find a new client. As much as I was looking forward to finishing my junior year, it meant my tutoring jobs would dry up. Sitting on the top of the jungle gym I stretched back, pushing my chest out. My spaghetti strap top slipped up to show my belly button. When I stopped stretching my shirt stayed up. Perfect. I took a moment to look around from the higher vantage point.
There were more than a handful of kids running around, their parents watching from the side. Most were conversing with each other, barely paying attention to anything. I caught a few pairs of dad eyes on me. Or rather my breasts. Time to fix that.
I pulled one knee to my chest, pretending to stretch. My white shorts pulled well up my thighs. Glancing back at the crowd there was one tall fellow particularly focused, his gaze so intense he might as well be penetrating me on the spot. I stopped stretching and straddled the top bar, closing my eyes and bite my top lip. It was too much pressure to be pleasurable, but tall blue shirt dad guy didn’t have to know that.