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Story: Brands
“Well, gosh. That’s just mean,” I chuckle.
Damn, I wish this chair had wheels. I’d be clear against the back wall.
Instead she wedges between my knees, and pulls one of the straps to her baggy denim overalls off her shoulder.
My lungs stop working when the other falls.
“Libby—” There has to be something caught in my throat because my words come out as a croak. “—what are you doing?”
She pushes the front of her bibs down, then tugs at the hem of her snug thermal top until she reveals her smooth belly.
And the tease of little pink panties.
I must have died and gone to hell. No where else could devise this kind of torture.
Look but don’t touch.
I repeat that over and—
Her fingers push under the edge.
Is shetouchingherself?
I’m gonna have a stroke with all the blood rushing to my crotch.
“I’m going to show you what it looks like, so you’ll know for future reference.” Her smile is wicked with mischief.
She’s the devil in disguise.
Her baggy outer layer hides the details, but her wrist begins to move in a rhythm I know too well.
A groan escapes me. I’m forced to readjust my swelling cock from the pinch of my Wranglers.
Her gaze follows my shift, making her grin grow.
She’s magnificent.
I’m tempted to knead myself to relieve some of the pressure building in my loins.
Instead, I’m frozen in wonder watching the bright flush work up her throat as she tilts her chin to the ceiling. Her messy braid falls from her shoulder, dangling like a rein on a wild horse pleading to be tamed.
Fuck, I can’t look away.
Her smile fades as she pulls her lower lip between her teeth, losing herself in rapid pants as her movements grow faster.
God damn, the ache in my nuts makes me want to launch myself at her.
Or get up and leave.
Maybe I should call her bluff?
“I know you’re just messing with me.” I don’t believe what I’m saying.
I canseeshe’s getting herself closer to the edge.
Her eyes startle open and she withdraws her hand, her fingers glistening when she holds them close.
I’m salivating to taste her.
Damn, I wish this chair had wheels. I’d be clear against the back wall.
Instead she wedges between my knees, and pulls one of the straps to her baggy denim overalls off her shoulder.
My lungs stop working when the other falls.
“Libby—” There has to be something caught in my throat because my words come out as a croak. “—what are you doing?”
She pushes the front of her bibs down, then tugs at the hem of her snug thermal top until she reveals her smooth belly.
And the tease of little pink panties.
I must have died and gone to hell. No where else could devise this kind of torture.
Look but don’t touch.
I repeat that over and—
Her fingers push under the edge.
Is shetouchingherself?
I’m gonna have a stroke with all the blood rushing to my crotch.
“I’m going to show you what it looks like, so you’ll know for future reference.” Her smile is wicked with mischief.
She’s the devil in disguise.
Her baggy outer layer hides the details, but her wrist begins to move in a rhythm I know too well.
A groan escapes me. I’m forced to readjust my swelling cock from the pinch of my Wranglers.
Her gaze follows my shift, making her grin grow.
She’s magnificent.
I’m tempted to knead myself to relieve some of the pressure building in my loins.
Instead, I’m frozen in wonder watching the bright flush work up her throat as she tilts her chin to the ceiling. Her messy braid falls from her shoulder, dangling like a rein on a wild horse pleading to be tamed.
Fuck, I can’t look away.
Her smile fades as she pulls her lower lip between her teeth, losing herself in rapid pants as her movements grow faster.
God damn, the ache in my nuts makes me want to launch myself at her.
Or get up and leave.
Maybe I should call her bluff?
“I know you’re just messing with me.” I don’t believe what I’m saying.
I canseeshe’s getting herself closer to the edge.
Her eyes startle open and she withdraws her hand, her fingers glistening when she holds them close.
I’m salivating to taste her.
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