Standing on the street in the winter chill, snow silently beginning to fall, he couldn't help but smile. Across the street, a triple-decker he'd seen a million times and never thought much of. Just one of the dozens he passed going about his day. But now he knew: this one was special. Now he knew that on the second floor, in the room facing the street was a bedroom and on that bed was a tiny girl wearing nothing but a pair of black lace panties. All he could see from his vantage point was the faintest glow of candlelight dancing across the windowpanes as the clock ticked close to midnight. He could sense her: waiting, shivering with anticipation, keeping a keen ear out for his approach.
His instructions had been very clear about this first encounter. He knew her to be the kind of girl who prided herself on always following directions to the letter. She'd be freshly bathed and shaved, lightly perfumed and only the most subtle make-up. All softness and breathlessness: ready for him. He stepped into the road and made his way across the street. Up onto her porch and as he put his hand to the door, he took a steadying breath. His body was taut and coiled. He slid into the house like a silent storm, lithe and fluid, and locked the door behind him.
One floor up she heard the exterior door open and then close. She bit her lip nervously and tried to empty her mind. But as she heard his heavy footsteps on the stairs her brain and body began to hum. She reached down to adjust her panties and shifted her weight one last time. When her front door opened silently, she couldn't help but turn her face slightly to the left out of instinct. She quickly righted herself and cast her eyes down to the bedspread. The trace of a smile bloomed on her full, little mouth.
As he stepped into the apartment he was struck by the warmth of the air and the electricity crackling in the darkness. His attention was drawn to the left immediately and into the large bedroom. A faint hiss escaped him as his eyes found her form, facing away from him and kneeling silently, the curve of her back giving way to the delicate black lace of her panties. The underside of her small, pink feet exposed and pressed alongside one another. He clenched his fists and then relaxed them. He shrugged his heavy coat off and laid it, with barely a glance, on the chair to his right at the entrance to the living room. He was drawn to her form on the bed. And from a few feet away, with only the flicker of a single candle between them, he could see her trembling slightly. Deciding to touch her wasn't a conscious choice. The back of his knuckles skimmed the soft skin between her shoulder blades first and then traced down slowly along her spine. He felt her body absorb his touch and heard a soft sigh escape her.
Bringing his body to stand directly behind her, he leaned in and took a deep breath. All five fingertips on his left hand found the back of her neck, very gently as he exhaled. Peering along the side of her face, he saw her eyes close as his palm found purchase against her skin and then slowly slid around to the front in order to cup the underside of her chin. His mouth was alongside her ear.
"So soft," he whispered. "Just as I expected."
He felt rather than saw her blush.
"Are you glad I'm here?"
"Oh, yes," she faintly breathed.
"And what do you say if that changes?" he said into her ear.
"Red. I say red," she stammered quietly.
He tipped her chin up a bit more and smiled into her warm neck. "Good girl."
He saw her small pink tongue dart out to lick her lips and he breathed her in again.
"Hands behind your back now," he instructed. She obeyed.
He reached down to shrug off his sweater and unbutton his cuffs. As he rolled his sleeves up he took a moment to appreciate the shadowy slope of her lower back as it gave way to her firm, round ass. His hands ached to roughly explore her curves, but he held himself in check. These first moments only came once, and she was still in need of a gentle introduction. The bed was high, almost 3 feet and with her kneeling at the edge, their bodies lined up perfectly. He moved in close to her again and saw her face turn slightly to the left, tracking his proximity. Happy to ensure she knew exactly where he was, he pressed himself against her back and growled faintly with satisfaction as she leaned into him with a small sigh.
He brought his hands up to rest on her shoulders, bringing his thumbs together behind her neck. His palms easily spanned her pale back. He slid them forward to rest along her clavicle and then back out to the edge of her body. Just his fingertips moved slowly over the swells along the outside of her heavy breasts. His cock twitched at the smile that was blooming across her sweet mouth. He pressed his palms into her skin again as his hands traveled down her ribs and came together on her smooth belly. Here she began to tremble in earnest.
"Shhh," he murmured against her ear. "Easy, pretty girl. We're just getting started."
Keeping his thumbs touching at her navel he moved his hands in parallel down the front of her hips. But when the tips of his fingers made purchase with her softly protruding hip bones, some level of restraint within him snapped and he roughly pulled her back against him suddenly. She gasped sharply as he pinned her there, his breath turning ragged against her neck. Somewhere in his lizard brain he knew he might have frightened her, but the feeling of her firm ass against the front of his trousers was overriding his ability to care. It was she who slowly began to move, sliding her wispy lace panties in lazy circles against his rapidly thickening cock. When his hands slid lower to wrap around the juncture of her thighs pulling her even more tightly against him, she responded by tilting her head back and moaning softly.
She continued to grind her backside against him and he allowed himself a few moments of selfish pleasure. It was heaven and his own mounting lust was fed and amplified by the small whimpers coming from her lush mouth, bottom lip tucked behind her front teeth. His left hand came up to rest along the warm column of her throat. The right one rising only slightly to rest along the waistband of her panties.
"Already such a eager student of what pleases me, kitten?"
She nodded tightly against his hand and continued to whimper quietly.
"Do you feel how hard I am?"
Another nod.
"You did that to me," he whispered directly into her ear as he exerted some pressure to his right hand into her smooth belly. "You've made me very hard. Are you proud of yourself?"
She opened her eyes and looked up at him directly. He could tell she was struggling to speak out of shyness or lust, although he suspected it was a mixture of both.
"You should be. You've made me feel very good. Isn't that what you wanted, pretty girl?"
