badinfluencegirl

i see you, i see you but you don’t see me.

i saw you walk in and knew from the hint of aureola i spied through your lace blouse that you were feeling adventurous this evening so i paid a little bit of attention to you.

i watched you walk in, your man watching the people around you but still with his hand on your waist like he owned you.  i knew you liked it when i saw your nipples crinkle.

i had to move when i saw your seat.  had to move to watch you. had to move to see you.  to see you but you don’t see me.

there is a space down near the stage where i can appear to watch the band and yet see you; of course i head there.

you are glowing with energy, your body nearly vibrating as you perch there on that stool.  he is still staking his claim to you, his hand resting casually on your thigh at the edge of your skirt.  neither of you know it but one of the lights from the stage shines a spotlight between your legs.

pretty sure that you aren’t wearing panties.

pretty sure that you’re horny as hell since i see you watching that old man.  yeah that old man that is watching you and not the band.  the one with the oblivious wife.  you are making his day and you know it.

your spine arches and i see your eyes drop to half mast.  if i didn’t know better i might even think you were sleeping; but you aren’t.

you let your legs fall open, just a little.  just enough so that he knows that you’re ready.  just enough that i see your whole body jump as his hand grazes you.
just enough that he can reach you.  just enough.

i sit back, my body responding and my own eyes closing slightly.  you have no idea what i can see.  no idea that i know how you trim your beautiful glistening pussy or that i can see his erection.  no idea that i know exactly what you’re doing.

the tempo changes and he moves with it.  speeds his rhythm and adds urgency to his actions.  your legs are splayed now, a wanton display that we are enjoying together.  i feel my toes tighten in response to the glistening shine that flashes me faster and faster.

your spine arches and you bite your lip and his hand stills, finger on clit and pussy on display.  thank you, thank you for letting me see you winking at me across the room.  i nearly erupt right there but i manage to fight it.

i pay my tab quickly, collect my things and then wait.  you are wantonly spread open for the world to see, your hand on his engorged shaft and the agony on his face beauty of another sort.

you rise to leave and i stand slowly to follow although i swing by your seat at the bar on my way.  i slide my finger along it, my reward the slick puddle you left behind.  your scent is exquisite.

ahh lovely, you’re stopping in the bathroom.

i follow of course, follow and arrive to find you sliding your coat back on over your naked torso.  i feel twice blessed now to have seen your perfect breasts and your beautiful vagina.

i laugh and stammer a little but i see your nipples crinkle when you see me looking at them.  i gush into the crotch of my soaked denim jeans and again nearly come right there.

you laugh and do up your coat, sliding your skirt off as you sail out the door.

i wait a little longer this time and follow again.

my pussy pulses against my jeans as i stride after you to the parking lot; i nearly lose you but i see the gleam of a white door moving under the lights and i have you again.

i move in far too close but neither of you is paying attention any longer.  he strips you and leans around you to toss your coat in to the truck.  your skin gleaming under the street lamp above you sends another gush into my poor jeans.

he turns you and slams himself into you just like that.  i’m not sure either of you realise just how loud your answer was.  i lean against the car behind me and unsnap my jeans.  unsnap them and thrust my hands in to my sopping wet pussy.

shove three fingers inside myself and thrust to the rhythm he is fucking you with.  thrust as my other hand finds my nipple and wrenches it brutally.  thrust as it then finds my clitoris and strokes madly.

you scream and buck against him as he shudders his release into your waiting depths.  he groans to the heavens as the last of his pulsations fade into darkness and then collapses over you; the both of you heaving and panting on the seat of the truck.

i slide slowly down the car, my jeans nearly around my knees as i buck against my own hand but imagine that it’s yours.  buck and gush and come right there with a long guttural groan that i can’t quite keep inside.

i wonder if you can hear me.