I stare at him. His gaze smoldering as he glances up and down my body. I'm standing in the doorway to his bedroom. I caught him naked in bed. It's only 2:30 in the afternoon. We were supposed to go out for dinner after I got off from work. Apparently his cock is more important. I grin at him, his hand still clutching his groin.
"Do you need help?" I ask with a smile.
He looks away, embarrased. I climb onto the king sized bed next to him. He was streaming porn from his laptop to the 50 inch flat screen TV in the corner of his room.
Shower scene by the looks of it. The girl on the screen moans as the guy slams into her. Hot water streaming down their naked bodies. He isn't even paying attention to them anymore. His eyes, a brilliant blue, scan my body again. His hand reaches between my legs. The shorts I'm wearing the only thing between his skin and my pussy.
I smile at him. Pushing his hand to the side of the fabric, physically giving the go ahead to touch me.
His eyes come up from my legs to meet my eyes. Verifying my consent. I nod slowly.
His eyes fall back down, as his hand works his way up to the button of my shorts. He pulls the cloth away from my body. I kneel on the bed to give him some room. He tugs the fabric off my body, his fingers lightly grazing my skin sending shivers through my body.
I need this to go faster.
