The Applicant

I woke up with this thought
that you would come by,
I'd tell you to take a shower
and sit on your knees
in front of my couch, naked.

I'd sit on the couch in front
of you, in this black dress
that crept up around my thighs -
I'm wearing crotchless fishnet stockings,
no panties.

I put my feet on your bare legs
and tell you not to touch them.
Slowly, I open my legs, maybe my feet slide down the inside of your thighs, maybe.

My thighs open up and you
see my clit ring start to peek
out from between my pussy lips. I tell you to lean in and tell her, without touching,  why she should consider your service.

So you start to talk but I tell you to whisper. This is between the two of you,
she gets to decide.
I slide forward on the couch,
so she can listen closely.

Your face is inches away,
and she winks, whatever you're saying must be intriguing, so I tell you
to slide your hands under my ass and
pull her closer.

Maybe my feet have found
your cock, maybe they're squeezing as you continue whispering, not touching,
how you'd please my pussy,
how your tongue would savor each precious drop.

I grab your face and
pull it down, rubbing my juicy pussy all over it, squeezing my legs
around your head and grinding with a little moan. I feel your shock, your tongue and lips reach out, trying to get a deeper taste.
I push you away and tell you
to get dressed and leave.

Maybe we'll consider your offer.