She Catches You Staring

Kim looks up at you from over one shoulder and sees your eyes locked firmly on her rear. She smiles.

"Like what you see?" she asks with a smirk. You feel your head nodding outside of your control, but it's true. It's so true. Your whole world right now rests somewhere between those bountiful curves. You can't move your eyes away and the world around her ass starts to flicker and swirl.

"Now, where did I put that file..." she says in faux thought, putting a finger against her mouth. She's not even looking at the files, but you can't call her on it. She's started to slowly rock her ass from side to side, and your eyes can't help but follow it as it moves back and forth in front of the files, and back and forth as she watches you with amusement. After a few moments you feel your whole body start to sway along with the rhythm. You can't control it. You're at the same time floating and yet very very heavy, so heavy you can't move.

Kim laughs at you. "Wow was that easy. That's some kind of fetish you've got there, Miss Laura." She's standing up, but still has her back turned to you. She looks at you over her shoulder, but you can't break eye contact with the two focal points jutting out from under her back. "Come on, follow me."

She starts to walk away and you can't do anything other than follow, unable to lose the sight of her ass. You follow it down the hall, stumbling a little from side to side in time with each of her steps. You see her hands at the front of her skirt, clutching it to hold it tight against her curves. You can see every dynamic point shift as she moves elegantly down the hall. Your brain is at capacity trying to process all that you see. You have no idea how long it is before she stops at a door and pushes it open.

"Come on in," she says, leading the way.

You know that this is your last chance.