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He fixed his gaze on my nether region, uncrossed his legs and then crossed them again. “Why?”

“When I take off the skirt. My little butt might get cold. The socks will keep my legs warm.”

“You uhhm. You plannin’ on taking it off, are you?”

I slid the glasses down to the tip of my nose, and peered at him over the top of the frames. “I think I might. There’s one good thing about taking it off, though.”

He let out an audible breath, then swallowed again. “What’s that?”

“I won’t have to take off my panties.”

He nodded, but it seemed unintentional. Seeing him dressed in his jeans and a wife beater, yet acting so uncomfortable, was rewarding.

And torturous.

“You gonna. You uhhm. You plannin’ on leaving them on?” he stammered. “The uhh. The panties?”

Feigning innocence, I pointed toward the bedroom door and wiggled my index finger. “On my way out here. I dropped them on accident. They’re on the floor over there.”

I crossed my legs, and then uncrossed them, lifting my left leg high enough that he should have been able to see my pussy when I did it.

I was soaked, and wondered if he was as excited as I was. If nothing else, he was terribly uncomfortable, and I was enjoying it.

“The shoes are uhhm. They’re cute.”

I extended my left leg straight, spread my legs wide, and pointed my foot toward him. “I can get good traction with them.”

“Traction?”

I stood, turned toward the loveseat, and bent over.

A heavy sigh shot from his lungs.

I tilted my head to the side, looked at him, and spread my feet wide, stomping them in place onto the hardwood floor. “When I’m getting fucked from behind. They let me stay in one place, and not slide around.”

“Jesus.”

“What?”

He uncrossed his legs and stood.

Every inch of the outline of his cock was visible through his faded jeans, and it was as hard as a rock.

I stood, turned toward him, and swallowed heavily.

I covered my mouth with my fingertips and twisted my hips back and forth. “Oh. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”

I lowered myself to my knees, pushed my glasses up my nose, and held out my hands. “Let me see if I can fix that for you. I know a trick.”

He took a few steps toward me. “A trick.”

I nodded. “Uh huh. Get it out, and I’ll show you.”

I was surprised there wasn’t a puddle on the floor beneath me. I was soaking wet, and felt like I was going to burst into flames. Inches from my grasp, the sexiest man on earth was walking in my direction, and he had a raging stiffy so big it was intimidating.

He stepped in front of me, unbuckled his belt, and unzipped his pants.

His cock rose to attention, then twitched.