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The following is a story I wrote upon request of a lady who enjoyed my other stories. Feel free to let me write something for you too ladies.
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It has been a comforting day. Nothing much has happened, but you have certainly got the relaxation you felt you needed. As the movie in front of you comes to a close you are thankful that I have been able to provide you some lunch as you watched it. I am no chef, but it was good food nonetheless. That slight cold in the air has kept that blanket wrapped around you. What to do now that movie is over? You think of something but are not quite sure if you should ask me for it.
You look across the room, me sitting at the sofa chair over there. Maybe just the subtle gaze of your eyes will hint at what you want from me. You try to make those eyes look big and cute for me, just the way you know I like it. I haven't even looked at you though, since the end of that movie. You gently move around in the chair, hoping that maybe the sound of your movements might get my attention momentarily. I do look over at you briefly, though I look away again.
I double back though, as I see how wide your eyes were held, how much attention you seemed to be giving me. I cannot help but think of how stunning you looked just then, how well my heart skipped a beat, seeing you look so cute. Maybe it was just the way you looked but I can't help think of what I might want to be doing with you. Maybe I should see if I can take that thought a little further. I look at you again, this time though, I look straight into your eyes, just as you look back at me.
You are more certain that you have my attention now. You subtly move the blanket around you, suggesting that there is a gap in the seat near you, perhaps enough room to fit me in. I lean toward you slightly, taking that one last look at you before I start to move closer. I see you smile gently as I do get closer. I can't be surer that I am going in the direction you would like me to go. I kneel on the ground just in front of your seat, simply looking up into your eyes.
I smile towards you, and you smile back. It seems that both our little plans have worked, despite the lack of words we have had with each other. I gently step my knees closer to you and slowly slide a hand underneath your blanket. You feel my fingers drift up your leg, subtly touching you, teasing you with the thoughts within my mind. I move the blanket out of the way. You are kept warm but now I can see your leg in front of me. I gently kiss your ankle.
I kiss again, moving further up your leg. I look up at you, as if to ask permission to kiss you further. You don't have to nod; I can simply see that your approval of my motions in your eyes. Another kiss against your leg, this time closer toward you, slowly moving up your leg. I follow with another and another, passing your knee and pressing gently against your thigh.