Dirty (short stories)
She did, no bra, her nipples already hard, her skirt was still up and her panties pushed aside, fngering herself openly.
“Turn around,” he said.
She did, bent slightly, her ass toward him, her fingers went deeper, she was moaning louder.
He watched, siilent, already hard in his jeans.
“Blindfold yourself,” he said.
She grabbed the black scarf from the couch and tied it over her eyes, darkness envolved her, heightened every sound, and touch.
“Climb on the bed, spread your legs and wait for me.”
She walked blindly to the bedroom, felt the bed and climbed on it, she lay back, spread her thighs wide her fingers still moving slowly, waiting for him