Cassie chided me for leaving rings on our glass-topped coffee table. “Well, there’s not always a coaster handy, and in the heat of the moment...” I started to explain.

“Pshaw,” Cassie responded.

“And anyway,” I said, digging myself a deeper hole, “I think the rings are kind of pretty, maybe in an existential kind of way.”

“Right,” Cassie said. “Existential. On the other hand, existential or not, the rings block the view.”

“What view?” I questioned.

“I will demonstrate,” Cassie announced. Whereupon she spread a tablecloth over the top of the table.

“Nice tablecloth,” I said.

“Right,” she said, “It was a gift from my Aunt Nora. Now crawl under the table.

“Really?”

“Uh huh, if you know what’s good for you.”

I crawled under the table.

“Now do you see?” she said.

“Uh, I see the underneath of the tablecloth, sort of.”

“Anything else? Look hard.”

“I don’t see...”

“Right,” Cassie said, and she climbed up onto the table.

“Guess what I’m doing now?”

“I haven’t a clue.”

“Okay, I’ll give you a hint. I’m taking off my clothes.”

“That was the hint?”

“Yup. And now my clothes are all off and I’m naked, and I’m touching myself. My breasts and my pussy. Oh, I’m so wet.”

“I need to see,” I said.

“If only you had been more careful and not left all those rings you could have seen,” she said. “Oh, mmmm, oh my, oh fuck this feels good.”

“I need to see! Take the cloth off.”

“I can’t. I’m too close to ... Oh. Oh! Ohhhhhhh-whoa-woahhhhhh!”

“You’re so mean,” I said.

No reply from Cassie other than some heavy breathing. I slunk out from underneath the table.

Cassie was tasting her fingers. “Have you learned your lesson, young man?”

“Yes’m,” I said contritely. “No more rings.”

“Actually there is another ring,” Cassie said.

“There is?”

“Yup. I’ll get it while you put away Aunt Nora’s tablecloth.”

I did as Cassie asked. A very short time later Cassie reappeared. She had in hand a bright blue hoop maybe a foot across.

“What’s that for?” I asked.

“Part two of your ring lesson. Strip and get back under the table.”

I wasted no time shucking my clothes and crawling under the table. Now when Cassie climbed up onto the tabletop I could see her up through the glass. She lifted one leg and set the bright blue ring around her ankle. Then she swung her leg back and forth, making the ring go ‘round and ‘round.

But anyone thinking I’d be watching the ring would be pure crazy. My eyes feasted upon Cassie’s pretty butt pressed against the glass.

After a minute or so the ring slipped down Cassie’s leg. I thought that was the end of it, but I was wrong. From my vantage I could see the ring sliding through Cassie’s sexual crease. Back and forth the ring went, and it didn’t take long to gleam with Cassie’s sex juice. Not too long after that I witnessed Cassie’s asshole begin a succession of winks. She was coming. The spasms continued, Cassie’s asshole clenching again and again.

Finally everything came still.

When Cassie slid off the table, I thought the show was over. Again I was wrong.

“What are you waiting for?” she said. “I can’t fuck you through the glass. Get your ass out of there.”

Immediately I rolled out. Immediately Cassie straddled me and lowered herself until her slippery sex lips kissed the tip of my cock. She teased me that way for a while, and then lowered herself all the way until my cock was fully socketed in her cunt. “Now I’m going to ring your dong,” she said, and boy oh boy did she.