I Want To See What’s Mine
She had plans to meet him that afternoon. It was a warm summer day and she was sitting on a bench waiting for him to arrive when her phone rang. Seeing it was him, she picked up, figuring he was running late:
“I’m across the street watching you.”
“Well, come over here, what are you waiting for?”
“I want to see what’s mine.”
“You know what I mean. I want to see it now.”
“I…I can’t do that. Not here. It’s the middle of the day.”
“Do I sound like I’m asking you, little girl?”
She immediately trembled. Only he could get her that way, so quickly. Her body shook as he continued to speak.
“I asked you something. Answer me. Now.”
“No, Sir, you don’t sound like you’re asking me.”
“Then is there a reason you’re not doing what I told you to do?”
“Good, then show me what’s mine. Now. And make sure I can see it real good. Are we clear?”
“Y..yes. Sir. We’re very clear.”
The phone clicked off and he was gone. She felt her face flushing with anticipation. She looked around to see if anyone was nearby and began to pull her thin panties down, her head rotating the entire time to see if anyone was watching. She could feel herself getting turned on as she did it, the cheeks of face flushing more and more, the ache between her legs deepening. Finally removing the panties, she turned her head and widened her legs, the dress giving anyone watching a full view of her bare pussy. She held her legs open for a brief second before closing them, an embarrassed grin on her face. Seconds later her phone rang.
“Such a good girl. You’ll keep those off the rest of the day.“ She looked up and saw him walking towards her, that delicious sly smile of his she knew so well. She nodded her head in agreement as he kissed her on the lips, and took her by the hand, as they walked towards their afternoon destination.
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