Pierre arrived at Amber's front door, his nose buried in the soft cotton handkerchief she had given him -- a handkerchief that she had perfumed with the musky odor of her armpit. His hand trembled slightly as he pressed the doorbell.
Amber answered, dressed in a lavender cashmeer sweater with a deep V-cut which suggested that perhaps she was wearing only a push-up bra underneath the sweater, or perhaps no bra at all.
Pierre imagined the contour of a wickedly tempting bra she often wore, which exposed the upper portion of her beautiful mounds and might even show a portion of her areola and nipples. This shade of lavender made Amber's brown skin radiate even more than he remembered.
His gaze dropped to her feet, encased in a pair of blood-red, lacquered "fuck-me" high-heeled shoes, above which her legs were bare. He swallowed, thinking that she appeared to be only wearing the sweater and a bra that might reveal more than it covered.
God, she took his breath away -- he could only think of licking her from her, from her feet to her neck.
Amber reached her hand forward, and pinched Pierre's left nipple through his shirt. "Come in, Jackie", she whispered.
Pierre was uncomfortable being called "Jackie", Amber's name for him. He was strongly heterosexual, but his knees would become wobbly when Amber commanded him. It seemed that her attempts to control him awakened some primeval drive that frightened him, made blood rush to his head, leaving him helpless.
"We are going to spend a quiet girls' night in. Aren't you looking forward to this, Jackie?" Amber said, as she grinned malevolently and blew him a kiss.
Still pinching his left nipple, Amber pulled him into her house, closed the door, and then pushed hard him against the wall, peering deeply into his eyes.
"Take off your clothes -- now, slut," she whispered into his ear, gently biting his ear lobe, then pulling his ear lobe forward, the lobe trapped in her glistening white teeth.
Pierre, or rather Jackie, complied with the order, folding the clothes neatly on the coffee table next to the green sofa. Amber then fitted a black harness tightly around "Jackie's" scrotum and shaft, attaching the D-ring to a leash. She turned, then pulled the leash forward, leading Pierre like a dog to the bedroom. In the dimly lit bedroom, she pushed Pierre forward, forcing him to sit on the bed facing her. Amber removed her sweater, exposing the type of bra that Pierre had earlier imagined. Her eyes focused on his cock, which made vain attempts to strain the harness. "Well, Jackie, it looks like your clit is happy to see me tonight", she said, as she bent forward, placing Pierre's face between her exposed mounds. She must have perfumed her torso, thought Pierre, as he began to lose control of his thoughts, able now only to think of Amber's full, sensuous lips as he looked up at her, his face next to her nipples. He wanted so badly to suck her nipples, but dared not without her permission.
