I snuck into the stairwell and got caught. Got caught doing something I wasn’t supposed to do.
But the handsome security guard let me off with a warning. He helped me out and I want to return the favor.
I want to get his attention. I want to keep him watching. I want to show him everything.
I want him to want me.
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I looked to the camera, winked, and let the shirt drop to the floor.
Now I spun for him, not fast but achingly slowly. I turned and swayed my hips as I did so. I let him get a full view of my body before I let my fingers connect with the zipper in my back and draw it down.
And as it drew down the fabric parted and my skirt slipped over my hips and down to the floor.
I gave a giggle and a wide smile to the camera as I looked through it and to him.
In my mind he was hard now, his cock throbbing as he barely dared to blink or look away. In my mind he was sitting there with all of his attention poured into the figure he watched through the monitor. In my mind he was ready for what came next.
Hands on my body, touching me, feeling me. Each one of my curves, each inch of my skin.
My fingers and my hands but in my mind they were his. In my mind he was the one who was controlling me and teasing me with his touch. Touching me everywhere, every inch of me exposed to him.