Aching to be touched
Mind all twisted up
My eyes upon the cleavage
That over floweth her cup

I watch from across the room
As she sat down at her table
Short dress
Long slender legs
Body
Absolutely craveable

Blood pumping through my body
Veins begin to swell
Complete discomfort in my pants
I hope no-one can tell

The flowing hem of her dress
Slips gently up her leg
Thoughts of crawling under her table
As she parts her legs and begs

Uh oh she caught me staring
But she smiles back at me
Playing with the hem of her dress
She let's me have a peek

Revealing her little pink panties
That barely conceal her mound
Did anyone in the lunchroom notice?
My eyes quickly scanning around

Legs again now crossed
Reaching for her purse beside the chair
Breasts trying hard to escape
As she pulled aside her hair

Fumbling with her purse
I watched as her cleavage jiggled
She looked me right in the eyes
And let out a little giggle

She was well aware of our game
As I squirmed within my seat
Aching and throbbing in my pants
I discretely adjusted my meat

She bit her bottom lip
Stared down at my bulge
Could I get her to sneak away?
So we could further indulge?



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