Peeping surprise - part I.

I thought the villa was mine alone. Piece by piece I slipped off my clothes, running slow hands over my tight breasts, down the flat of my stomach. I turned and there he was—my attendant—half-hidden behind the door, eyes locked on every curve. He didn’t look away. I didn’t cover up. Instead I let my fingers drift lower, brushing the soft blonde strip of hair between my legs while I held his stare. He stepped inside, already hard. I dropped to my knees on the cool tile, opened his pants, and took him deep. My tongue circled, my lips sealed tight, while one hand stayed busy between my thighs, stroking in rhythm with every slow, wet pull of my mouth.