You arrive, knocking on my door, precisely on schedule. I answer the door in a long, red silk robe with white feather trim. I invite you in and sit you down on a straight-backed kitchen chair. “Remember,” I say softly. “You may look, but you may not touch until invited to do so.” You mutely agree. And for that small act of obedience, I kiss you lightly on your cheek, letting you smell the gardenia soap that I used earlier.
I move away from you and, back turned towards you, untie the belt at my waist. I take off the robe. It doesn’t need to be slowly since I am fully dressed underneath. You see now the red leather mini skirt and shimmery, white, sheer blouse. I turn and you can see that, although my breasts are small, my red satin and lace bra barely are holding them in. The music starts to play and I start to move my hips slowly to the slow, sensuous rhythm. I dance around you slowly then return to stand in front of you, just out of arms reach. I turn my back to you once again, still rolling my hips in small, sex motions. I slowly bend at the waist until the red leather mini is just above the tops of my white thigh-high stockings; I circle my hips more and bend even farther until you realize that the stockings are all I am wearing under the skirt. I hear your excitement as you exhale. I can see from between my legs that you are enjoying your Christmas present.
I swirl my hips back and forth to show you exactly what you want to see. I slide my hands from my ankles, up to the top of the stockings and back down again as I slowly bend my knees down and up, taunting you with glimpses of my increasingly wet pussy. Finally, I straighten my legs and slowly caress my legs up to just above where the stockings end and my soft skin begins. I run my hands along the outside of my thighs and around to my inner thighs, pulling myself wider so that you can see just how wet I now am. Then I slip one finger from my clit across the length of my slit, and on the return trip stick one finger into my wet pussy.
“Mmmm. It is so hot,” I say watching your cock getting harder in your pants. I pull my finger out and smile at you as I slowly begin to stand upright again. I turn around slowly to face you and realize that my breasts have escaped the satin of my bra and my nipples are pushing against the sheer fabric of my blouse. I reach up with my still wet finger and begin to push them back into place when I see your eyes tell me not to. I stop, wetting my blouse now and the fabric sticks to my hard nipples. Your eyes can’t decide if they should focus on them or the tip of my tongue as it traces my red lips. I draw your eyes back to my mouth by softly biting on my lower lip. I smile slowly as I realize I have all of your attention. I walk myself over closer to you, unbuttoning my blouse. I stand, poised over your lap with a leg on either side of you.
“You may now touch me,” I command softly, voice getting husky with desire. “But only my legs.” You reach down with both hands and slowly run your hands up the outside of my legs. I shudder a little with excitement as your fingertips touch the flesh above my stockings, just under my skirt. You try to pull me down onto your lap; I resist. I put my hands on your shoulders to stop you. You reach higher under my skirt and I feel your fingertips brush against my wet hair. “Not yet.” I reach up and take your hands in mine. I place them on my ass, on the outside of the leather skirt. I reach around your neck and pull your head back and lean into your mouth and kiss you deep. As I continue kissing you, your grip pulls me closer to you, and only because I want to do I allow it.
I continue kissing you and lower myself onto your lap. I can feel how hard your cock is through your pants. It makes my pussy even wetter feeling how much your cock wants me! I dance a little in your lap as your tongue and mine mouth fuck each other. Breathlessly I pull away; slightly dazed and trembling. I reach down in between your stomach and mine and unzip your pants. I pull your hard, hot cock from its confines and rub the tip along my slit, letting you feel how wet I am.
