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Chapter 3
David
“Would you mind turning around?” Vivienne says to me, making a spinning motion with her finger. It’s like she thinks I don’t know how to rotate my own body.
I shake my head.
I know exactly how to move my body, love. You’ve just seen me do it, and I’m almost certain you enjoyed the show.
But I don’t say that to her. Instead, I smile with a twinge of annoyance, and swivel in my chair to face the window like a good boy. There, I will have a lovely view of the topiary garden and lawn. Perhaps I can do some birdwatching.
Who wants to see a mystery woman shimmy out of her cum-stained dress, anyway? Me, that’s fucking who.
And guess what, loves? These glorious windows of mine are reflective enough that I can honor Vivienne’s request to turn around and still see her naked. I can watch the show after all.
Hmm…
This is going to be so fucking good. I can’t wait.
But I ignore my more primal urges because I am going to have to wait. You see, loves, until Vivienne gives me permission to watch her peep show, common decency requires me to keep my eyes closed. Even a royal pervert like myself knows you have to ask.
Then again, if I can see Vivienne’s reflection in my window, that means she can see mine in hers. She’s moving her hand to her shoulder now.
Wait—this gives me an idea. The moment she lowers the strap of her dress, I’ll wink at her reflection. Just to see if she’s watching.
If she’s not, I’ll close my eyes. I swear.
Here we fucking go. I take a deep breath, wait for the signal, and wink.
She winked back. No fucking way.
Holy shit, she is watching.
If I’m not mistaken, she likes that I’m watching her. I raise my eyebrows to be sure, and she nods slowly, slipping her strap off her shoulder to reveal the lace of her bra.
I’ve shown her mine; now she’ll show me hers. All she needs is a little space and the illusion of privacy and control. Those are her terms, and I happily accept.
For now, at least.
I must say, this is the best deal I’ve ever fucking made in this office. It’s better than the time I signed that trade agreement with our neighbors to the north, and I jerked off to that memory for days.
How will I ever get any fucking work done after this?
Never mind. It doesn’t matter.
Both straps are off now, and Vivienne is going for her bra as well. In one swift movement, she unhooks her bra strap and lets those luscious tits of hers fall with a gentle bounce. They’re fucking beautiful, and so damn perking, it’s like their pointing straight at me.
Fuck. I’d be more than happy to meet them. I grasp onto my arm rest and imagine getting to them very well, kneading those hard nipples into my fingers, massaging her tits in my hands, and sucking them into my mouth.
Damn it, I’m so fucking hard right now that I could probably cut through the glass with my erection.
This woman is a fucking tease. She knows what she’s doing, and its driving me wild. She doesn’t need to go braless to put on my shirt—I think, she’s just doing that to turn me on.
Now, she’s taking off the lower half of her dress. This is where things get interesting because my window view allows me to see her from the back as well as the front. I hold my breath as she slides her little black dress over her firm, voluptuous ass.
Fuck yes, she’s wearing a thong. There’s just one tiny scrap of lace standing between me and the Promised Land. As I watch her dress fall to the floor, I promise myself I will never forget the sight of her tiny waist, her full hips, her shapely thighs, and that big, beautiful ass.
I want to fucking spread those cheeks apart and claim her ass as mine, like the King that I am.
