Exposure. Accentuation. Two words which describe your outfit as you stand before me. From behind, you are perfectly decently dressed. Bra, strappy top, tight black leggings. From the front, it is obvious the leggings have been modified.
As you stand there, your cheeks starting to warm, your breathing measured, but beginning to come in gasps, you look down. Where your leggings should be, instead your pussy mound is visible thanks to a perfectly cut hole. The only part of the outfit which can be considered outrageous. And this makes it all the more outrageous, as you stand there, completely clothed, except with your smooth, hairless pussy exposed to me. Accentuated by the rest of your clothing.
"Very nice" you hear me say to you from the sofa, and your gaze lifts to meet mine. You can see the enjoyment in my eyes, which only serves to increase your breathing slightly, your heart beating faster. Knowing the pleasure I am getting from seeing you like this, starts to give you pleasure, and it begins to overshadow your embarrassment. That notwithstanding, you blush at my words, and for a moment move your hands to cover yourself, before you remember not to, and place them down at your side. A deep breath.
You try to steady your breathing as you concentrate on standing up straight as you have been commanded to. You watch me get up from the sofa and move towards you until I am right in front of you, close enough that you can smell my aftershave, with a hint of my desire underneath. I place a finger under your chin and lift your head slightly so I am gazing straight into your eyes. "You, especially your pussy, are now my property for the evening, to do with as I please." You nod, your eyes submissive, trying to break my gaze, your breathing starting to become irregular and slightly ragged. I move foward, place my right hand on your left cheek, and kiss you deeply, my tongue tasting your lips and stroking against your tongue. Electricity flows through you, the touch is sensational and you feel your nipples harden and your already damp pussy become more moist as the cool air of the room plays on your lips.
"Move your feet apart slightly" I whisper in your ear. Closing your eyes and exhaling as a a bolt of excitement rushes through your body, you do so. With your legs slightly open I again kiss you, but this time trail my fingers down your neck, and then your back. Bringing them back to your neck I then trail them over your breasts, pausing to slowly stroke your nipples through your top and bra, before continuing down until they are half way down your left thigh. Moving up now, sliding over the fabric of your leggings, you feel my fingers tracing inexorably upwards. You feel your clit start to tingle in anticipation with the impending touch, which never comes. I move my hands away from you, a devilish twinkle in my eyes, as you gasp for breath, indignant at the pleasure denied you, your clit throbbing it's desire.
Suddenly you feel my touch against you, returning exactly where it stopped. I stroke my fingers up through your sopping wet lips, parting them until I reach your clit and start rubbing gently. You let out a soft moan as the sensations consume you. My left hand is stroking the back of your head as I kiss you once again, all these stimuli conspiring to stir powerful emotions and sensations deep within you. I move my fingers again, and this time push one of them inside you. You gasp as your knees buckle slightly at the penetration, and I begin to curl my finger, stroking your g-spot. Your arms reach up to grab my head, pulling my mouth harder against yours as you kiss me passionately, not wanting the sensations to end.
