I was walking through the house, I don't remember why, especially after seeing her sitting there. There at her little makeshift desk crunching numbers she sat. For who or what I didn't really care, I just noticed her sitting there with that tight t-shirt on. She never wore bras around the house, it only made things harder to access for me, a victim of being a male, I loved tits and her's were perfect. On her small frame, they looked even bigger than they really were. Stretching the fabric tight across them, I swear that shirt was two sizes too small and it probably was, she loved to tease me nonchalantly.
I loved that way about her, how she would sit across from me reading a book or watching tv and slightly part her legs, just enough for me to see that she had no underwear on and if I was really lucky, a glimmer light from the delicious moisture that flowed from her. It would make me hard as a rock. We would sit there waiting to see who could hold out the longest. I would make no attempt to cover up the throbbing bulge in my pants, even shifting in my seat to show it off even more while catching her out of the corner of my eye staring at it. She didn't like to let on but she craved my cock.
In a matter of time, she was always the one who couldn't hold out, often excusing herself to go to the kitchen or some other place in the house, usually to pull up her skirt and plunge a finger or two into her hot slit while moaning softly, the only loud noise coming from her wetness. After a minute or two I would follow after her only to stumble upon her in a moment of weakness. I could only watch her, skirt hiked up, leaning on the counter with her legs spread, fingers working herself over trying to cum. The juices had formed a small puddle on the floor, her hand glistening as it plunged in and out. After seeing that, I had to pull my cock out, it was starting to hurt straining so hard against my jeans. I stood there erect, watching this obscene display with precum dripping out of me onto the floor.
I couldn't stand it anymore, the things this girl does to me. I walked up behind her, she didn't even notice, lost in her own near-orgasmic world, and slid my hand around her neck and squeezed gently. This was all it took as she moaned loudly and came hard. Feeling her shake as I bent her over the counter I couldn't help but smile. Letting go of her neck, I pulled her shirt up releasing her perfect breasts with the rock hard nipples onto the cold countertop, then reached for both hands and pulled them behind her back. I held them there with one hand, the other pushing her back down onto the counter. She knew better than to resist.