Always Thinking

I've worn a low v shirt and no bra for a reason. Hoping it'll give you ideas. It may have been that, it may have been the way I straddled you on the splintery kitchen chair and pushed your face between my breasts.

You do have ideas.

A finger along the edge of the shirt, you push it down as you lift my breast up over it; the same on the other side. The nipples almost touching each other . A trembling tongue. Reaching, flicking. You hold my wrists together against my ass as I strain.