Monday, 29 July 2013

Don't Turn Around - Exhibition

"Don't turn around", the voice whispered softly in my ear. That's how it all begins.

I knew you were watching me, when I walked into the bar I felt your eyes on me.
Watching me flirt with the bartender as I ordered a drink, watched my lips close around the straw as I sucked the sweetness in.
I felt your eyes on me and I didn't turn around even then. I was going to do as you ordered. This was your game, your rules.

Your hands on my hips as you move comfortably behind me, I feel the heat of your body warming me.
I tense up when I feel your touch on my bare skin, where my top doesn't quite meet my skirt, humming in anticipation as you slowly trace your fingers over it.
You ask me to order you a drink, I obey your command the bartender non-the-wiser of the tactile communication between us, going on in front of him.

You kiss my neck lightly & my whole body responds to it, heating up like you've started a small fire, one that needs a little stoking to go ablaze. I feel the heat down my spine.
One hand remains on my hips, the other creeps under my skirt, slowing drawing figures on my thighs, causing me to close my eyes and lean back a little more into you. Higher and higher you go, until you reach your destination, my wet center, making me gasp unexpectedly, in pleasure just as the bartender sets your drink in front of me. You stroke harder, whispering instructions of quiet, causing me to shudder a little. I'm trying to control myself, knowing we're in a crowded bar. I want us to be here for a while, I want our game to last, as long as I don't turn around.
One finger stroking along my slit, slowly teasing, pausing and starting all over again. I hold the bar for support, mouth falling open a little, then biting lips trying to stop sound from escaping. Finger inside me, working it's way in and out, at a leisurely pace ignoring my need to speed up to release as I push back down.
Second finger inside, filling me, thumb rubbing that magic button. My hips move in time to your rhythm even though I try to control myself, stifle my movements but my body has a mind of it's own and it's focused on pleasure.

In and out you go, increasing your speed, then slowing down, playing with me, toying with my body, enjoying the access I've given. I feel the tension build; the pressure, the pleasure and with that I feel something else, a tingle of awareness. I look up in front of me and find a pair of eyes watching me. Eyes aware of what is happening, full of lust, dilated in arousal. Those eyes pushes me faster to the edge, the hands between my thighs taking me over, the feeling explosive, the release of hot liquid as orgasm hits. Open mouthed soundless scream, hands holding on for support the moment not quite expected so soon and still I look into those eyes as I go over. Eyes fixed, daring them to look away, challenging them to keep watching, keep enjoying me in my raw moment that moment that is just three of us.

Your fingers slow down, bringing me back slowly. I hear the noise in the crowded room again, see the forgotten drinks in front of us. Kisses on my neck that make my legs weak, you take my hand whispering, "Remember, don't turn around". I smile and I assure you I wouldn't, looking right in front of me, into those lust-filled eyes.......


  1. you're just made me get a hard-on at my desk. thanks for starting my rainy tuesday in such a wonderful way.

    1. You're welcome. Everyone should start their day with a smile on their face and a little....arousal ;)!