It's Just Tits and Tattoos

I catch your eyes as they begin to stare, I have caught your attention. I notice it, my boyfriend does too. I watch as your eyes casually glance up and down my arms, admiring the artwork maybe? Or intrigued and turned on that a woman is heavily tattooed? I watch as your stare becomes more intense, more investigative. They dart around my skin, first the one arm, then the other, you scan my legs and watch as the naked lady on my shin works her way closer to you. As your eyes wander, I watch and wait for the inevitable to happen. My boyfriend is watching you too, watching you drink me in as your pace slows, just to take me in for a moment longer. Eventually, you will do a quick glance toward my tits. A glance that will get stuck. A glance that will never finish, because you eyes will fight with your brain. Your brain screaming, "Don't keep looking! She's going to see you!" and your eyes arguing, "But look at them!" Those huge tits that my mother blessed, or possibly cursed, me with. Are you trying to investigate the tattoo that you see poking out in between them? You can't really make it out when my tits are squished together, but you can see pieces of it, teasing you, taunting you to come take a closer look. To pull my tits apart, and take in the beautiful artwork that graces my sternum in between. Or are you attempting to picture my tits without any clothing draped on them? What the would look like just hanging there, for you to stare at, to possibly touch. My cleavage calling to you, asking you to explore further. Then without fail, without being conscious of it, you will make eye contact with me, or him, and both of us will be staring directly into your eyes. We will let you know we have noticed, that you have been caught taking me all in. You will feel embarrassed, or possibly turned on. Maybe your dick got a little hard, you may reach down to hide the fact. I'm watching you now, I see you jerk on your dick with the slightest movement, trying to control your desires. I will keep my eyes locked with yours, and I'll give you a half smile. Am I interested? Or am I just enjoying the embarrassment or possible guilt that has washed across your face? I would bet on the latter.

The boyfriend will, inevitably, say a smart ass remark. He will ask you if you got your eyes filled, or if you enjoyed eye fucking me, anything to make the guilt or shame you feel be amplified just a little bit more, to amp up our entertainment just a turn of the dial. We will laugh at your expense. We are excited that someone else has noticed me, has eye fucked me, has wanted me in a carnal way. He will reach out and grab me, kiss me, or possibly grab my tit, to let you know I am his. He wants you to see him do this, and he wants you to know that he gets to go home and see those tits, and that tattooed body without any clothes on. Those same tits, and that same body that you just spent the past few moments fantasizing about. He will be able to grab those tits, suck those nipples, and do all the things to me that you had only imagined in those few fleeting moments of us passing each other. We know you have registered me in your spank bank, and we know that later on you will jerk off to the picture you locked in your head of the tattooed girl with the huge tits that you almost got to meet.