I’m not used to feeling slightly off balance, but something about you nudged me there. Not in a threatening way, but in a way that made me really notice you. You didn’t stare at me like most men do.

I lean back in my chair and cross my legs like the movie starlets in old time movies. "You know," I say, brushing a hand over my boobs, "I swear my bras are plotting against me! They keep tapping out like quitters on reality shows….they’re like ‘nope, I can’t hold all that’"

You smile. Not nervously, or awkwardly, but with curious amusement. "Sounds like they’re doing their best under extreme conditions," you say.

My eyebrow raised, you caught me off guard. Clever! I like that.

I tease you a little, giving you a flirty smile I say, "Some men forget how to speak when I talk about my boobs."

"Some men," you reply, "aren’t me."

I’m not used to being matched so effortlessly. You’re not fumbling, you’re not nervous and you’re definitely not shy.

And that’s exactly why I decide to test you.

I lean in just a little, "So tell me," I say, letting my voice drop into a smooth, sultry tone, "are you always this composed, or is this just for me?"

You open your mouth to answer, but I don’t give you the chance. I press my body into yours, and our mouths meet. Your breath catches, just for a second.

There it is.

My turn.

I smile like I’ve just won a round you didn’t know we were playing. "Ah," I say softly, "so you can be rattled."

You laugh under your breath, trying to recover, but I can see the way your shoulders relax, the way your eyes warm, the way you lean in without realizing you’re doing it. You’re drawn in now, and you know it.

I tilt my head, studying you with a slow, deliberate sweep of my gaze. "Touch me," I say, "Squeeze my tits, right here, right now."

You’ve got your hands full before I even take a breath. My nipples respond to your hands, and your fingers expertly pinch and tease them. I straddle your lap and begin grinding my pussy against the zipper of your jeans. I can feel your excitement but I don’t stop so you can unzip. My grinding increases along with my breathing. You shake your head, smiling, but there’s pleasure in your eyes, "You’re dangerous," you murmur.

"And you," I say, reaching down to free your hard cock, "are fun to play with."

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