"I could ask you the same question"

You use the oldest trick in the book and turn the tables on him. "I could ask you the same question." You lean forwards and subtly press your boobs together with your arms. "I've seen you checking me out. You're not really trying to hide it."

He shrugs and lazily drags his gaze down your body, and you break out in goosebumps. This is what you wanted to happen ever since you put on the costume. You wanted to be looked at, admired, fantasized about. It's enough to make your pussy trickle with wetness. "No, I guess I'm not," he says. "Some women like men being forward."

"Some women like teasing men," you reply, lowering your voice to little more than a whisper. "They get off on the smiles and the flirting, and knowing that they won't go any further than that."

A smile slowly spreads across his lips, and he reaches out, brushing his hand against your leg. A thrill shoots through you at his touch. "Which are you?"