I've just returned from a night out with a special friend. You are kneeling on the floor behind me. I turn my head to look down upon you and smile as I see you there, looking up my very short skirt, adoring my ass with your eyes. My legs are parted, ever so slightly, so I know that you can see the material covering my pussy. I wonder: is my panty tight enough for you to see the hills and valleys of my sex? I wonder: has any dampness moved through the material to visibly show you the excitement I felt earlier? I won't check to answer these questions; I am simply content to ponder them in my own mind.

I turn my head back around, leaving you to your staring up my skirt as I open my purse and seek out your little surprise. I brought a condom home for you, used of course and filled with the pleasure of another man.

I noticed when I looked a moment ago that your cock was raging hard while you were staring at my ass. I wonder if it will remain just as hard as you lick the condom clean? This answer I will take the time to learn.