Danielle was standing outside my doorway, looking nervous but slightly excited. "Hello, sir, I'd like to learn more, if you'll teach me." She stood there wearing a blue floral print sun dress and a pair of slip on flats, her brown hair pulled back in a ponytail and she had put on more makeup than she usually wears when she watches my son.
"Come in." I motion her inside my hand on the small of her back and position her in the middle of the living room. "Danielle, I am going to place my hands on you, explore your body. I know last night that began to make you uncomfortable, and I want you to be able to express that, but I also want you to be more comfortable with my touch. If I get somewhere that makes you feel uncomfortable I want you to just say 'yellow,' I will move my hands somewhere else. Do you understand?"
She finally makes eye contact with me and I can see her chest raise and lower as she takes deep breaths. "Yes sir, I... I think so."
"Good. If it becomes too much and you want me to stop touching I want you to say 'red.' But only use this if you truly wish to stop for the evening. Do you agree to this?"
She seems to be mulling it over a bit, she finally takes a deep breath and fixes her gaze on me. "Yes sir, I understand."
"Good girl." She smiles when I call her that. "Now I want you to put your hands behind your back, elbows bent and tucked against your body." She complies, and I start to walk a circle around her. "Now, kick off your shoes and put your feet shoulder length apart." Once again she does as she's told and she stands with her head held up without me even telling her to do it.
I walk behind her and wrap my arms around her midsection, she lets out a soft pleased moan as I lean in and inhale the perfume she's wearing. I then run my hands from her stomach down both her legs, feeling the lean muscles under her soft flesh. Once I get to her knees I traced my hands back up to the hem of her skirt and lifted it up a bit and was greeted with a lovely sight of a blue lace thong. "These are quite lovely," I tell her as I hook a finger into the waist band.
"Yellow, yellow." She looks embarrassed for a moment before she says "And thank you, sir."
I let the skirt fall back as my hands trail up her side, she bites back a little laugh as she squirms a bit. She's ticklish, that's good to know. "Arch your back." She does as she's told and her chest is more on display. I can look over her shoulder and see her ample cleavage, and my hands come up and cup her pert breasts in my hands. She lets out another soft moan and I feel her fingers wiggle just a bit. I push her tits together and enjoy how malleable they feel. As my hands begin to travel up, I feel her nipples through her bra and thin dress.
Very quickly her head snaps to the side and I feel her about to step forward. "N- yellow. Yellow, sir." I let out a small breath in frustration, but I move my left hand back to the bottom of her breast, and bring my right up to her shoulder. I feel her tense a bit as I bring it around her neck, her breaths coming faster and louder. I gently hold her neck as I squeeze her tit. I decide to test her limits a bit and begin to hold her throat tighter as my left hand trails back down to her crotch.
I'm barley at her belly button when she finally croaks out, "Yellow. Please, yellow sir."
I take my hands off and walk around her again. Once I'm back behind her I grab her ponytail and pull on it lightly as my other hand goes to her ass and kneeds one cheek. After listening to her let out a few satisfied moans I finally speak. "You did very good, sweetie, you remembered to use your safe-words, and let me touch many places. But we will need to work on those 'yellow' areas. Why can't I touch you there?"
