I stand behind you as you are bathed in the silvery light of the full moon shining through the full windows of the bedroom. The house is silent as we are all alone. You are standing before me in all your naked glory and I am also naked. The air is comfortably warm as I start to trace my fingertips slowly from the back of your neck down the slightly rising knobs of your spine.
As I pass over each of the raised vertebrae, she shiver softly as if a small stroke of electricity has passed through your body. As agreed at the outset, we will not say a word for as long as possible and you are trying to steady yourself against the feelings you know are to soon overwhelm you.
As my fingers glide lower, they find the warm crevice between your ass cheeks and slowly insinuate themselves into that secret pale. Then, flowing outwards with my warm palms, I stroke the firm globes of your ass with the soft touch of a butterflies kiss; it is almost as if there is nothing there but you can sense the presence as a movement of warm air passes over them and you tighten the buttock muscles in response.
At my whispered request, you moved forward a step and rest your hands on the top of the bureau facing the tall mirror so you can watch yourself and your reactions. Once you are so situated, I lower myself to my knees and continue the voyage of discovery with my fingers as they glide tenderly down the backs of your legs to your ankles. Once there, I start moving upwards - this time on the outside of each leg, to you hips and then (with a little more pressure so as to not tickle you, along your sides, just brushing the sides of each breast.
I travel along your underarms and out to each wrist as I press myself against your back; you can feel the firmness of my growing cock against your bum and you moan softly as it slips between your legs and is moistened by your flowing juices. My fingers travel now back along the upper part of your arms to your shoulders and neck taking time to wrap themselves in your hair as I lightly kiss the back of your neck.
Now, it is time for the front; I ask you to turn towards me and close your eyes and to please make all efforts to remain silent. This time, instead of my fingers, I pick up a super soft long white feather (remember me using it once before?) and I lightly run it across your face and along your neck as your tip your head backwards to increase the pleasure. Your back is against the dresser and you are leaning back for support as your legs start to feel a little wobbly in anticipation.