Being seen

I don’t get off on being watched. Except sometimes. I want you to take me to a hotel, maybe, in a city neither of us live in. Bring me to the room. Pour me a glass of wine while we talk, refill it any time it’s less than half full. There’s a couch in the room, I think, we’re sitting there, glass of wine in our hands, you’re not really drinking though. After a short while, you touch me. Maybe you put a hand on my leg, caress my ankle, something innocent.

I’d let you, of course, if you asked, but wouldn’t mind if you didn’t ask, not there. You could move closer after a short while, touch more of me. I’d let you slip your hand down the front of my dress, be ok with you gliding your hands up it. You could ask me to stand up and remove it, and I would. Wearing a bra, maybe fishnets, panties. Or maybe crotchless fishnets with no panties. You’d still be fully dressed, of course.

You could ask me to take my bra off for you, and I would. Maybe you’d want me to leave the fishnets on, I wouldn’t mind. Tell me to sit down again, closer to you. Let me drink a little more wine, while you let your hands roam. Sit close to me so I can feel the fabric of your clothes against my naked skin. You’d touch me, stroking, groping, make me aware of how I’m naked and you’re not. I would like that. You’d let me empty my wine glass before asking me to close my eyes, and putting a blindfold on me when I did.

You’d tell me to get on all fours, say "I want to look at you", and I would oblige, not knowing where you’re looking from. You’d touch me a little, moving me around, asking me to lower my head, lift my ass up, exposing my wet cunt to you. My breath would be heavier, you could tell my face was flushed, turned on by being seen by you, by knowing that you enjoy watching me.

Eventually, you would guide me up from the couch, stand me up. I could tell you were moving me closer to the windows, know that we’re high enough that maybe nobody sees me. Or maybe somebody does. Maybe someone was watching you stand behind me, groping my tits. You’d talk to me while doing it, make me aware that for all I know, someone sees me. You’d lean me forward, so my tits were hanging, make me hold on to the window sill. Glide your thick, hard cock in my wet cunt. Fill me up with your length.