I waited for a second. What was I doing? I had no idea. It felt like magnetism. I thought, “I don’t have to follow her” but even as I thought that, I got up and walked to the entry to the kitchen, and around the corner.
There was Shannon, sitting at the table, her feet up on the only other seat, and a bottle of wine and two glasses on the table.
“Come over here, Blair”. I obeyed and was standing in front of her.
“Pour me a glass of wine.” I took the open bottle and picked up a glass and carefully poured some wine into the glass, then handed it to her as she sat there, smiling at me. She took a slow sip, looking me up and down. I felt like I was being examined.
“You can have some too” she said. I was still feeling the effects of the drink I’d had at the bar, but I poured myself some wine and took a long sip. I felt the warmth of the alcohol as it went down. I felt more relaxed.
“Now get on your knees” she said. Again, I obeyed. “You want to touch me, don’t you, Blair” she said. It was not a question. She stood up, unbuckled her jeans, and dropped her pants right in front of me. Then she pulled down her panties and sat back on the chair, with me between her legs, sitting back enough so her pussy was staring me in the face.
