Lexi led me through the rooms on the main floor, explaining the significance of the furniture and the art, which was French contemporary, but bored me almost to tears. Luckily, I think she noticed my efforts in trying to look interested and upped the stakes. Each time we entered a room, occupied or not, she would grab my cock and rub it gently as she continued her history lesson. When we entered the unoccupied library, I grabbed her, bringing her close to me, but she took hold of my hands and stuck them in my pocket.
"No touching, yet," she warned and continued to talk about some damn French artist and how famous he was.
"You're driving me crazy," I complained, leaving my hands where she put them.
"You're not a patient person, are you?" She cocked her head and smiled, slowly licking her lips, leaving them wet and shiny.
"No--Yes," I stammered and took a deep breath. "You've worked me up all night. I can't stand it anymore. Show a girl some mercy."
"Okay," she eagerly responded gesturing at my clothes. "Take them off."
"Here...now?" My voice cracked. I couldn't believe what she suggested.
"Yes," she reassured me. "Here and now."
I peeked into the crowded hallway, noticing that any number of guests could easily walk in on us. "What if someone comes in?"
"So?" She raised her brow in a questioning way. "What if they do?" She approached me and started unbuttoning my slacks.
I pulled away. "No. I can't do this," I said securing the button in place.
"Well, then, you'll have to be patient." She leaned into me and pressed her lips to my neck, gently laying kisses on my sensitive skin. "It's not as if, I didn't offer."