Tease Muse

Once I was browsing a cam site and I saw a beautiful young woman in a close-fitting gray sheath dress, sitting in her chat room, chatting with her potential customers. She had more covered than any other girl on the site, but she covered it so that I knew how her body curved, how her skin shone, the heft of her breasts and the gloss of her smooth thighs. She led my eye, with her outfit and pose, but she led it so that I had to imagine her naked body every time I looked at her and didn’t see it, and I just knew that the real thing would be so much better and more perfect than anything I could imagine.

She crossed her long legs just enough to make her skirt hike up just enough, without any wrinkling aside from the diagonal creases that led my eye down her hips, without showing me even a flash of panties. An inch and a half higher would have been heaven, but she knew exactly what she was doing.

She was driving me crazy.

Her sheath dress was very tight around her breasts and I could just barely see their outline through the fabric. The light shone through it just right- she was wearing a black bra, and if I was ever faced with breasts like hers I’d touch them and just pass out.

The sad part is, I’m really not playing her up at all. She had a pretty face and an amazing body and I was just about ready to pay just so that I could keep looking at her, just like that. Who knows what I would have done for more…

Did I think to take a screenshot? No. Of course not. Suckers bewitched by sirens don’t think to take screenshots.

But I’m holding that image in my head and one day I’m going to learn how to do what she did to me.

If anyone knows of a good sex ninja apprenticeship program, I’m listening…