I find myself waiting at the plaza for Chris, my hair up in a messy bun, tied up in a bandana, trying to distract myself. My headphones are blaring in my ears, and I mutter along with the song, closing my eyes and relishing in the feelings of control that pulsate through my lungs before I exhale the cloud of smoke and grin. xnx I snuggle up to him, poking his side and wiping a little sweat from my chest. As Chris talks about work, and speeds down the corridor, I reach over and unzip his fly, sliding my hand in to stroke his member. I sit down, but only to pull off my shoes, socks, shirt, and leggings.
