Thirsty

... By Hathor

The look says 'come here', and I have to oblige. His left leg is propped up to show himself to best advantage -- like he needs help. As I approach, he slips his sunglasses down his nose to watch my progress toward him. Hungry brown eyes watch my every move.

Sitting myself on the chair between his spread legs, I reach up to take the glass from him, leaning on his hard shaft as I do. Without breaking eye contact, I use my tongue to pull the straw into my mouth, and give it a quick suck. Richie's breath hitches as I flick my glance downward.

Smiling, I hand him back the glass and stand up. "Thanks for the drink, darlin'," I said, starting to turn away. "I was a bit hot and parched." I wink at him, and with a sassy swing in my ass, walk away.

I hear a noise behind me and smile.

Richie is following...