She uncuffed him. He reached for her. Tried to slide his hand around her waist. The other under her dress. She wore a short black dress made of cotton. Pearl earrings. Long black gloves of the same cotton. Her dress was a flat black that matched her shoes. She was impeccable. And inscrutable.
Since they'd come directly from the restaurant, and her professional saleswoman attire had demanded pantyhose, she needed to get out of those. Before he could slide his hand up to her ass she softly commanded "Now stop. Take your hands away. Lay down here on the floor."
Was this real? This time would he get off?
Never taking his eyes off from her, he bent at all the collapsible places. The dark hard floor was cold. His erection never faded despite the shock. Cold, not blizzard cold, but shocking cold had sometimes the reverse effect. His cock would stand against a cold shower like a flagpole in the rain. He never understood the saying "get a cold shower". It only made him feel more naked.
The way the soft dress filmed over her curves and the grrrrrr feel of her gloved hand didn't hurt. Leaning on one hand, his cock pointed in the same direction as his eyes.
"I like how you've stayed hard. However this one's for me. Think about cars or sports or something, but if you cum, before I do, I'll walk out that door right now and never look back."
This was real. He could feel himself breathe.
She stood with her own legs spread. Atop the high soft black heels she was sex itself. Hands on hips. Curves beyond curves. Her bra-cupped breasts pressing into the velvety cotton. The tight bodice of the dress deploying her narrow waist in a tight corridor of perfection and allowing her hips to ride the soft fabric till it draped halfway down her thighs.
She continued to speak as she began to disrobe. She held him with her eyes. She held him with her body.
You have a lovely cock. I can imagine how it wants to shoot its soft and gooey projectile. I bet you'd like to cum all over my breasts and on this dress. Well you can't. However, not that its necessary, you may watch me strip myself, to give you a little more inspiration.
She threw the fan on the sofa and stepped out of the 3 inch heels. Swiftly hooking her thumbs under the edge of her pantyhose while keeping her hands under her dress, she peeled the nylon off in seconds. She never really stripped. He knew he had lost all control, when, with his cock still hard he watched her step back into those heels. Holding his gaze she stepped over him and knelt down. Reaching under herself she took her hand away. She took his hard tool and pressed it against her wet sex. After the head had pressed her lips open she held him.
