Sleeping Sweetheart

Her head was rolling. But she woke up nevertheless. The surface she was laid upon was very hard. She blinked her eyes several times. Trying to open them. Then her gaze fell onto herself.

She could see her boobs upright.

Her eyes widened.

She looked to the side.

Her eyes widened still.

And she jumped to the side.

She was on a dinning table. Just to her was sitting the man. Smiling. She behind the table.

"I'm extremely sorry, I'm so, so sorry. This is not how you think it is. I'm—"

The man stands up. And walks to her.

She cowers. Covering her body.

He holds her hands.

Clasps them. Locking his hands with her.

She is hesitant.

But he makes her stand.

She still manages to hide her boobs by her elbows and his pussy by her hands.

"Don't worry… sweetheart." He looks into her eyes with pure love. She looks back, clearly worried. "And…" he lifts her hands, she hesitates but he doesn't budge, "you don't need to hide anything," he gets his hands above her head, she starts panicking, her breath ragged as he pressed her by the wall, her hands stretched away from her body, his face centimetres away from her lips, "I've already seen it all."

He gazes down at her body.

She squirms.

Her chest puffing rapidly.

Sweat trickles down her chest again.

"I saw you dance…"

A sweatdrop trickles down the side of her face and drops on left breast from her chin.

"I saw you sleeping."

The sweatdrop trickles down her left boob and goes downer. When it trickles by her stomach, it makes her squirm. And then it reaches her pussy.

Only to disappear in the tiny hairs.

"And believe me… you're gorgeous."

She squirms again as the sweatdrop magically reappears on her thigh. Now, it trickles down really, really slowly. Making her feel waves and waves of adrenaline.

"Every part of you…" he looks down, "is gorgeous."

And then he suddenly walks away. Leaving her. "Go on. Finish what you had started."

She stands there awkwardly.

"Wh-what's your name?" she finally manages to ask.

He turns around and smiles. "William. And what might your beautiful name be?"

"Neeyati."

He nods.

"Loved your tits by the way. Gorgeous and sexy. Seductive, to the least."

She looks at him. Amazed.

And somehow… blushes.