She hoists herself up, slinging a leg across me, straddling me, the shirt dangling to cover her vee’d thighs. She doesn’t touch me, doesn’t take me inside herself, but the heat of her bathes me, my shaft basking in the warm dampness close to her s*x, pulsing with my heartbeat, twitching with anticipation.
Her eyes fixed on mine, she slips open the bottom button of the shirt, then the second. Slowly she moves upwards…
It’s odd; familiar and unfamiliar at the same time. She’s done this for me before, when I was paying her, when she was just the woman I’d rented for a few hours. But now, there is something in her glance; a knowledge of me…
Is that all?
Affection… perhaps?
She likes me.
She does like me…
Is that all it is?
Could it be more?
Be patient…
The shirt falls open. The morni
