When Anna pulled the door closed behind her, leaving the couple alone in the elegant little room, John walked up behind Pamela and pulled her hair aside. She closed her eyes as his lips brushed her neck, but they flew open again as he lowered the zipper of her dress. "You'll need to take your clothes off, little one, so you can be measured." She blushed all the way down to her cleavage, touching her skin with a hint of rosy color. He turned and sat down in the large leather easy chair and watched his charge hesitate and then obey. She slid the dress off her shoulders and down her body, stepping out of it. As she reached up to hang it from a nearby hook, his eyes moved over her body.
He had been with many women in his life but never one with a body like Pamela's. She was unable to understand that he found her desirable, but he did. She was on the curvy side, but what he saw when he feasted his eyes on her was the full curves of his beloved pet. While the other women may have more svelte, their passion for him, respect for him and submission to him had also been less abundant, if not absent all together. Possessing Pamela had introduced him to facets of beauty and desirability that he had never experienced before.
As her bra slipped forward off her shoulders, he noticed the blush extending down her back and legs. How he loved her timid nature and her complete submission of that part of her nature to him. "Turn around, little one." As she obeyed his cock thickened. Her nipples were moist, the stress and erotic sense of this adventure causing her to lactate. She had learned well, how to make her body lactate for his pleasure, even though she had never had children. His mouth watered at the sight, "Come here, pet." When she drew near he reached out and drew her closer, his mouth closing over first one nipple and then the other, drawing deeply of the sweet liquid. She bit her lip hard, stifling the sound of her moans. Oh how he longed to thrust deep inside her sweet sex, she brought him such pleasure.
Remembering where they were, he released her once he was sure she was steady on her feet and sat back in the chair. She turned and hung the bra up with the dress then bent forward and slipped the lace panties down over her ass. Oh God, what made him think he would be able to remain detached during this adventure. The creamy globes of her ass swayed in front of him as she stepped out of her panties. She turned toward him, naked, just as Anna tapped on the door. John quickly pulled a magazine down onto his swollen lap as Anna walked in.
She only pause a moment when she noticed her naked customer, "I see someone has shopped for lingerie before, let me begin taking some measurements while you browse thru these catalogues, John."
Once the measurements were noted an a size determined, Anna again left them alone. "How are you doing, little one?" he asked.
She smiled gently, "I'm better, Sir. Anna is very nice. I hope she can find something you approve of."
He sat forward and reached out to take her hand, it was ice cold from nerves. He pressed her hands between his and rubbed them to add some warmth, "I love you naked, pet, how can you think I would like you less in lovely lingerie." Pamela jumped when Anna came back in, but John did not release her hands.
