You always manage to make me smile. When we are all sitting at the table eating dinner and you lean over to tell me a silly joke or smart remark to the conversation going on. To you, I'm sure it is innocent fun, but I wish you knew that for me...it is much, much more. When I hear the rasp in your mature voice, I imagine that voice telling me to get down on my knees and suck you off. When we make eye contact and no words are spoken, I dream of slowly stripping every piece of clothing off in front of you until I am completely naked, watching you look me up and down, with a growing cock begging for a tight wet pussy. You walk close by me, I can smell your scent and feel your warmth, only for a moment. Leaving me longing for more, for you to come even closer so that I can breathe you in. How could I ever imagine that after 7 years of coming over to your sons house as his friend and now girlfriend, I would have grown so effortlessly attracted, hungry for you.
When I am laying in his bed some nights I imagine walking upstairs, hoping that you may still be up watching TV in the living room. Maybe even dozing off, so I can surprise you with my lust for you. Slowly and so quietly as to not wake your sleeping wife upstairs or your son just downstairs from us. I walk over to your chair, your leaned back slightly...giving me just enough room to carefully climb on top of your lap. You sit up suddenly, almost throwing me off of you, startled, shocked that I am straddling you. I place my index finger in front of your mouth and whisper shh, telling you we have to be quiet. You open your mouth almost as if to speak when you realize what I am wearing. The new lingerie I bought, especially for you. The bra pushing my perky, young breasts together ever so slightly creating the perfect amount of cleavage while my thong barely covers my tight, aching pussy. The deep amber color accentuating my almost porcelain skin. You whisper to me "What are you doing, you can't be up here!?"