A Silent Spectator - and I Tell Him Everything

I was still in my short outfit, completely relaxed, when I realized: I wasn't alone. Someone was watching me – secretly, curiously, maybe even a little surprised. But I wasn't shy. Instead, I sat down, spread my legs a little, looked in his direction... and began to tell him. Soft words, cheeky hints, my fingers gently playing with me while I seduced him with my voice. I let him know what I felt – without any toys, just me, my imagination, and his gaze. If he's watching, then he should enjoy it.