If only he knew I was watching him

He doesn’t know that I’m watching the way his shirt sleeves cling desperately to his biceps or the way his dimples appear when he smiles. Every week it’s this way. I watch him as I sit here, waiting for my eldest daughter to get out of dance class, the room a loud cacophony of noises and conversations. I picture what he would feel like, his hard stomach, my fingers trailing along his abs, and his stiff chest. I can feel him breathe on me, his air smelling like mint and musk, and it sends a shiver across my skin. My neck tingles with his finger traces, his eyes are looking me over. I hope he likes what he sees.
My nipples have grown taut, my breasts are longing to be touched by him, and I tilt myself into him to help facilitate. He doesn’t take the bait. Instead, he kisses me tenderly on the lips; his taste is like warm rain. I want to take his clothes off, grab his throbbing erection with my hand, and rub my warm mouth over his head. His length, so deep inside my mouth, feels as lovely as eating an ice cream cone on a hot summer day. His shaved balls feel so warm in my hand; I can feel their smoothness on my palm. I massage them and tug gently at his large sex, my mouth still focused on satisfying him.
He backs himself up, his hardness evicting itself from my mouth, and then he is between my hot thighs, my panties forcefully displaced. His tongue is lapping tenderly at my steaming heat and I love how his moist tongue and lips feel. His hands are rubbing at my breasts, (oh yes!) his finger rubbing at my erect nipples. I arch my wetness further into his wanting mouth. His fingers leave traces around my opening and his tongue is exploring my cleft, then my nub, and I can no longer hold back. I convulse from my powerful orgasm.
His hands are on my soft behind and he guides himself into me, his length fills me deep. He’s so big, but my precious core handles it gracefully, and I push back into him. He is so beautiful, his eyes are staring at me, drinking me in; I feel so hot and sexy from the way he is gazing. He’s managed to release one of my breasts, my bra has been torn; his tongue is feasting on my nipple. Steadily, his hard length merges into me, his blade pulsating and exploring. His thickness is powerful. Then, our releases are together; my inner muscles milking his convulsing erection and pulling out his seed.
The vision fades as I hear my daughter’s voice from across the room. I’m staring at him and I blush as he catches me out of the corner of his eye. He smiles. I smile back. He doesn’t know how great he was.