Sinful Sunday: Workout Clothes

Who says they can't be sexy?

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On Display

I lie on the bed, my legs splayed garishly for your enjoyment.  The strip of material stretches thin, my pussy glistening visibly underneath.  I hook my thumbs inside the waistband of my panties, lifting my ass up from the mattress and sliding them off.  After discarding them at the foot of the bed, my hand settles between my legs, fingers quickly landing on my clit.

The first few strokes are strictly for show.  I'm only getting warmed up.  I stare out, locking eyes, fancying that I can read your thoughts.  You stare back, focused, unable to hide your lust.  My fingers move slowly and deliberately, more determined to put on a sexy performance than to bring pleasure to my swollen, aching bud.

Though I can't see it for myself, I know you must be aroused.  As one hand continues its dance over my slick, hungry pussy, the other brings one of my breasts close to my mouth.  My lips can't quite reach my nipple, but a tongue certainly can.  You gasp at the sight, and I manage to stifle a giggle.  I've got you eating out of my hand.

Thoughts of your arousal fill my mind.  I lean back, resting supine.  Though I can see nothing but the ceiling, I feel your eyes on me.  I imagine your hands wandering over my body, your lips kissing parts of me that have never before been kissed.  In my mind I can feel your weight on top of me, your hardness filling me up.  My body throbs with desire.

I slip two fingers inside myself, pressing up on my G-spot before withdrawing them and caressing my clit.  My strokes are no longer strictly for show.  I don't know when it changed, but I am now a woman on a mission, intent upon my own pleasure.  I won't stop until I've climaxed.  Whether my performance arouses you is strictly incidental.

Yes, I'm aware that you're watching, but only barely.  Nothing matters but my orgasm, looming over me like a shadow.  Each flick of my fingers pushes me closer to the edge.  And when I reach the edge, one last stroke sends me over.  I climax noisily, shamelessly, unconcerned with who might hear.

Now it's your turn.  Come use my body for your pleasure.

-Jill

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