Leica’s heart pounded in her chest as she sat there
waiting. She was being a good girl,
sitting on her knees, wearing some skimpy black lingerie. She always felt sexy in the outfit. Between the shiny vinyl on the cups and sheer
material making up the body of the garment, it showed off so much, and yet hid
just enough. Of course, she also was
wearing the matching black g-string.
Leica was a good girl, and after a week of planning, she was eagerly
awaiting her treat.
She was so horny, sitting there, waiting, that she became
hyper-aware of everything in the room.
The light was dim yet it was bright enough to see. The floor and walls were concrete and above
her head were rusty supports with water dripping off them. She could hear the soft dripping of water
echo through the space while she waited.
She couldn't help but commend them for picking such an unlikely location
for their tryst.
She was also aware of her body like she had never been aware
of it before. Her heart pumped wildly in
her chest. Her nipples were hard and
trying to poke through the vinyl material.
Her breasts felt heavy as they hung down, unsupported. Her knees ached on the hard surface of the
floor and her pussy was flooded with anticipation of what was in store.
She wanted to jump up, to run around and get rid of her nervous
energy, but Leica was not allowed to. So
she continued being obedient like a good girl should be and sat there quietly.
Finally, when she couldn't handle it anymore she heard a
voice from behind her. “Don’t you move,
do you understand?”
Her mouth was dry so she swallowed before she said, “Yes.” Leica’s
voice sounded small in the cavernous space.
