That was the trick. Elspeth wanted a firm hand. I led her through the school figures I had done earlier with Sean and Sheila. Then I started expanding. Our dance floor was tiny, but I took us around it. By the time the piece ended, I was breathing heavily. It was fun. OMG it was
fun.
I pulled Elspeth close and kissed her. She kissed me back. I pulled up short, while I gazed into Elspeth's grey/blue eyes. It took an act of will to back away. It was much too late to stop the comments, but I could ignore them.
I was halfway home before it hit me. Elspeth wanted a firm hand.
Sean:
I was getting to be attuned to Sheila's moods. Something was bothering her. I waited til we reached the bedroom before I said anything. My next words would shape the rest of my life. Fortunately, I was lucky enough to get it right. Rather than bluntly ask what was bothering her, I left it to her to shape the conversation. I said, "Now would be a good time to ask."
Have you ever noticed how just about anything can be phrased as a question? Through the years, Sheila would find all of them. Eventually I would only need to say the word "Now." and she would ask her question or make her request, phrased as a question. If I wished to be dubious, I would say "Ask." The only requirement was that I express some interest in her thoughts. If you have ever read Asimov's
Foundation
trilogy, I was First Speaker. I learned to use that privilege to yield to questions.
All of this philosophy would work itself out in the days, weeks and years to come. At the moment, I only noticed that Sheila had been wanting to say something, but had not. It was a formality that was important to her. When you consider that she had literally put the whip in my hand, such formalities are very understandable. For my peace of mind, Sheila did in fact have something important to ask.
"Sean, would you be willing to wait until the wedding? For intercourse that is. I am off birth control and I want there to be no doubt that our child is legal in every sense. I would be more than happy to give you release in other ways." I am a businessman. Pay as you go is standard practice.
"My Dear, nothing would make me happier. I will take a seat over there and wait for you to entertain me." One of the small changes in my bedroom is that there was now a sitting area. An ancient stuffed leather chair, from the old house, had found its way in. I saw other changes, which made me suspect my brat sister. It was another thing I would have to thank her for.
I made myself comfortable in the big chair. As I expected, Sheila dropped to her knees and opened my pants. When things were fully open, I raised my weight so that she could pull them down. In typical Sheila fashion, she did the unexpected. Rather than apply lips to my half hard cock, Sheila removed my shoes and socks, followed by the pants. Then she began kissing my foot, starting at my big toe and working over the instep and heel, then up the leg. By the time she reached my ankle, my prick was fully alert.
As part of our engagement, Sheila procured releases from all her clients. As with everything else, she was laying herself bare to me. The simple list of names was quite impressive, but it did not stop there. Sheila informed me that they had heard of my session with Mario. They were quite willing to have me in the loop. This is relevant because I had studied some of Sheila's video.
To say she is a consummate tease belittles the level of her artistry. Since I knew she was capable of drawing this out almost indefinitely, I held up a spread hand, meaning five minutes. Sheila did not respond in any visible way, but I would take bets she would hit the mark within seconds, regardless of my efforts to choose another time.
Initially, Sheila continued as she had already. As she reached my calf, the kisses became wet. In its turn, she applied the full length of her tongue to the back of the knee. It was like an electrical shock running through me. As the progress reached my inner thigh, I was reminded of my game with Francine. It would not surprise me to learn that Sheila was thinking along the same lines. However, she never reached my private parts.
Instead, Sheila began a strip tease. There was no music, but the beat was definitely there. Undulating at the hips and abdomen, Sheila's hands reached for her hair. Yet another set of hair pins were laid on the table. Down came her lovely hair. Just as I thought that I would like to smell it, Sheila flowed around behind me. With a flip, her hair came around front while she nibbled at my nape. Another electrical jolt ran through me.
Sheila moved around front and the clothes began to come off. Unlike a club strip, Sheila did not wave the clothes or posture seductively. She simply removed her clothing in full view, beginning with her top. It took a while. Sheila has an affinity for elaborate closures. This top was one I had seen before—at the Mario session. There were lots of tiny pearl buttons at the throat. Sheila undid them one by one, til she reached the more normal buttons at the cleavage. Rather than continue down, she undid the buttons at the wrist, then pulled the tail out of her skirt. All through this, her eyes never left mine.
There were many reasons I loved Sheila. One was that she was both smarter and quicker than I was. She had an almost unheard of ability to process masses of information. I think that was why her physical actions were so smooth. She had more processing power than the ordinary people like me. At times like this I feel she can read my mind, which is very comforting. I have had occasional difficulty expressing myself, but never to her. At that moment Sheila was both accepting me, exactly as I was, and offering herself, all of herself, to me. It took all my willpower to not reach out to her.
Sheila's hands moved back to the front of the blouse, once again moving down the breast to the abdomen. She did not lay it open, but there was a tantalizing glimpse of a lacy white bra. Next came a thin black belt, which Sheila pulled out and lay on the the arm of another chair. Then she unbuttoned her skirt and stepped from it. Like the belt, it was laid carefully on the arm of the chair.
Oddly, with her top fully unbuttoned and her skirt off, I could see almost nothing more of Sheila than I had before she started, because of the long tails and the silk stockings. However, Sheila's vulnerability had risen dramatically. It showed in her eyes and the line of her jaw. I thought back on the other times I
had seen Sheila naked. Each time, it had been me opening the bulk of the clothing. Sheila was consciously stepping into new territory.
None of this mattered a bit to my penis. It was pointing straight up and throbbing. I let my gaze move down from Sheila's eyes, for a moment. When it returned, Sheila had relaxed slightly and a tiny smile was there, if you knew what to look for. Any form of applause counts. In any event, the pace quickened.
Sheila removed the top and laid it with the other things. When she reached behind her back, my breath stopped involuntarily. Sheila's body modesty centered on her massive breasts. Perhaps it was some of that modesty lingering, or perhaps it was performance, but Sheila held the bra up while she slipped her arms from the straps. When she finally lowered them, her own arousal was clear in the rigor of her nipples. In comparison, stepping from her panties took no time at all.
Sheila paused, letting me see her intimate self, though she was far from naked. She still wore four inch heels, silk stockings and garters and a firmly tied corset. Ann Coulter once said that what a bikini reveals is interesting. What it conceals is vital. Sheila was wearing the reverse of a bikini. She did a slow turn in place, showing me her spectacular ass. I felt my tongue wet my lips in anticipation.
I had no way of telling the time, but my guess was that we had gone through at least three minutes during the strip. From Sheila's actions, I would guess that time was short. She dropped to her knees between my legs. Her hands started at my knees and slid toward my crotch. The whole ride, Sheila's rather substantial thumbnails cut a strip up my inner thigh. I jerked in place, just in time for her lips to greet my cock. Shit. Sheila was not being gentle. Her teeth macerated my little head while her finger nails scratched my balls. I fountained into her mouth.
