Your cock throbs against the front of your slacks. You unbuckle your belt and slip it off, tossing it at your feet. You toe off your shoes, then socks. Your heart hammers against your chest.
Sarah doesn't notice any of it. She sleeps against your shoulder, so young, so trusting.
You guide her weight away from you, gently, and settle her back against the couch cushions. The tiny pink tee rides up her stomach, revealing a trim, firm stomach and the edges of that incredible g-string.
"Oh, Sarah, baby. You are so beautiful," you murmur. "So pretty." You stand up. For a second, you second-guess yourself. You haven't done anything inexcusable yet. You could put Sarah to bed now, let her sleep it off.
That thought conjures images of Sarah face-down on your bed, her slick vagina and tight pink asshole ready for the taking.
You take off your shirt and pants. You decide to leave your boxers on, for now, even though they do almost nothing to camouflage the hard ridge of your cock.
Sarah's legs are spread only slightly. You move to the edge of the couch and nudge them further apart. The white mini-skirt creeps up her thighs slowly. Too slowly. You force Sarah's legs apart with your own until the little skirt reveals the damp crotch of her g-string. |