A silent spectator - and I tell him everything

I was still in my short outfit, completely relaxed, when I realised: I'm not alone. Someone was watching me - secretly, curiously, perhaps even a little surprised.

But I wasn't shy. Instead, I sat down, spread my legs a little, looked in his direction... and started talking.

Soft words, cheeky hints, my fingering gently playing with me as I seduced him with my voice. I let him know how I felt - without any toys, just me, my imagination and his gaze.

If he's going to watch, then he should enjoy it too.