Fantasizing

Fantasizing

Hey,
Yeah I'm still up. It's been a long day, but I'm just not sleepy yet. Besides, you keep dancing through my mind in nothing but your bra, panties, garter belt, stockings and spike heels, (Red Bottoms). God, that's sexy and sensual.

After the holiday, I know you must be tired, but you just keep dancing through my head. In the dim light, I can still see the wet spot spreading in the crotch of your panties. Your nipples have gotten hard and are making little peeks in your bra.

But try as I might, I can't get to you. Finally, I realize that you have me tied to the chair and all I can do is watch. It dawns on me that this little dance started with you fully clothed, but all I can focus on is the sight of you in your lingerie moving slowly across the floor.

I also realize that I'm as hard as a stone pillar, but I just can't get out of this damn chair!

You come closer and closer and as you get near me you slowly straddle me and push your breasts, (tits) in my face. I'm trying my best to bite through your bra, but you just keep teasing me. If I could only get my hands free.

The feel of your tits in my face, the pressure of your crotch against my cock! Why won't you keep still? You just keep grinding against me! Grinding and rubbing, grinding and teasing, grinding, grinding, grinding,

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, I can't stand it anymore, but just as I am about to cum, you get up.

If I could only get my hands on you!

You dance back across the room and then start the whole tease all over again.

Those tits, that ass, those legs, if only!

DrDrk