I bend forwards so I can reach my panties and scrunch them in my hand quickly as I slip my foot out of them quickly. I swing a leg loose of the bar stool, I daren’t look around; I don’t want to know if I can be seen I just want…. No need to get this done. I want to please Sir. I want to show my commitment to fulfilling his wants and needs. I crave the feeling of knowing he’s pleased with me.
I’ve been eagerly awaiting this moment for months. I sit upright and slip my panties tucked tightly in my clenched fist into his pocket…. His hand reaches over mine keeping me locked in, firmly in place. I sit perfectly still head bowed…. Zee look at me, please. I raise my head my eyes connecting with his …. I watch the twinkle move from his eyes and pass over his lips … god those lips, im desperate to feel and tease them with my tongue…he smiles and whispers Good girl Zee, you truly are MY Good girl.
Thank you Sir I whisper back. His hand loosens and I lean back….. being so close is making me warm…I raise the cool glass without a second thought and allow the cool smooth glass to stroke across my neck… my head ever-so slightly tilted upwards, my mind extremely conscious of the heat rising between my legs and the Increasing dampness which is now apparent with no panties on.
I cool and so drop my glass to the bar and look over at him….. he is watching me with a bemused look, head cocked slightly to the side. I laugh nervously…. Why is he looking at me like that… did I do something wrong.
