I guess because I knew he was going back to wherever he lived, and I would go back to Garrison. I would never have to see him again. I turned my chair to face him and slowly raised my dress. Teasing myself as much as him, I slipped off my sandals and propped both feet on his jean-covered knees. Sam surprised me again, sending shocks of electricity up both my legs when he placed his hands around my ankles. I stopped, leaving my skirt high on my legs but covering my saturated pussy. “I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” I negotiated. Sam’s eyes left my skirt covered pussy to stare into my eyes. Time stood still while our eyes held a gaze, briefly. “You’ll see that when I say. Keep going,” he ordered. I liked him ordering me. I liked that he wanted to look at my pussy. Holding his stare, I lifted my skirt and let him see. I swear I had never seen the hungry look in his eyes in Garrison’s before. He wanted me. Really wanted me.
