“It’s not really any of your business what I’m wearing, is it?” she replied. The shiny, black pump dropped off the end of her foot and onto the thick carpeting. Gary noticed that the nails on her foot were polished a light pink.
“Maybe I should just come back later, so you can finish what you were doing.” Lynn chuckled, and a smile formed on her lips and quickly vanished. “It looks like you really need to finish.” she continued.
Gary saw that the petite blonde’s blue eyes were locked on his lap. His erect phallus was poking out of his unzippered pants. He stood , and then sat down beside her on the small couch. There was no room for her to slide over, and Gary was pleased when she made no attempt to leave, or move away from him. He wasn’t sure how much further or faster he could push thing with the petite salesgirl, but until she objected, he was going to go as far as he could.
“Would you like to watch me finish?” He knew she wanted something when she pulled off her other shoe, and pushed it next to the other that had dropped onto the floor moments before. A small bead of perspiration trailed down from Lynn’s throat and between her breasts.
“I’d still like to find out what your wearing under that skirt.” Gary said as he unbuckled his pants, and pulled them open. His cock was hard, and fully erect. A clear, sticky drop of precum was weeping from the swollen, purple head of his penis. He wrapped his hand around his cock, and began to slowly stroke it, watching Lynn’s expression, enjoying the range of emotions moving over her face. Slight shock at Gary’s boldness, a small bit of embarrassment over her wantonness, and then pure lust. Lynn ran her tongue over her lips in a slow, sensuous circle.
“So Lynn, you want to see me come? Or would you like to join me? We could watch each other come. Maybe you’d like to help me, I’d love to come inside your tight, wet pussy, or all over your lips.” Gary began stroking faster, as he kicked off his pants.
“Let’s see what your wearing under that skirt. Show me.”
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