GF Snaps Stranger And Bares All – Grin

The whole “stranger follow” thing had me wired from the second I clocked his gaze across the pavement, that sneaky grin spreading because I knew exactly where his eyes were headed. It wasn’t about him as a person, it was about that hot, heavy awareness of being seen, that prickle on my skin that said he was mapping every curve I moved. He fell into step behind me, not too close, but close enough that I could feel the heat of his attention on my lower back, on the sway of my hips that I made just a little slower, just to mess with him. My heart was a drum in my throat when I ducked into this shadowy alcove, pretending to need a breather, but really I just wanted to see if he’d follow, and he did, lingering like a question I was dying to answer. I turned, held his stare, and peeled my top off in one smooth motion, letting the fabric drop while his breath hitched and his throat worked on a swallow. Goosebumps broke over my chest in the cool air, my nipples tightening as I whispered “keep watching,” more to feed my own thrill than anything, and the way his pupils blew wide made me slick with want. I shimmied my shorts down, giving him the full line of my spine, the dip of my waist, the roundness of my ass as I bent just a fraction, and when I stood bare, I felt his exhale ripple against my skin. That knot in my belly pulled tight as I arched back, offering up the curve of me, and in that silent, shared space, being watched bared me open raw, the chase itself turning into the sweetest kind of surrender.