Karen stood at the foot of the bed, the flickering glow of the two oil lamps the only source of illumination in the room. She clasped her hands behind her and looked into the corner of the room, toward the occupant of a lone chair which she sensed rather than saw. A shiver ran through her as the tip of his cigarette glowed brightly for a second, dimly illuminating his face, then moved downward, away from his body.
Deep in the shadows, Michael sat comfortably in the chair, looking at the beautiful woman standing before him. Her hair cascaded around her shoulders, glowing seductively in the dim light of the lantern.
"Let me see," he finally spoke.
Karen's eyes darted from his direction to the floor as she heard the words. Slowly, hesitantly, she unclasped her hands from behind her and reached for the top button of her delicate white peasant blouse. Her fingertips nervously worked first the top button, then the next, continuing on until she finally released the final button from the hole which kept the blouse secured around her. She hesitated again, drawing a nervous breath, then releasing a quiet sigh.
For a moment, nothing happened. Karen looked back in Michael's direction and sensed his impatience. Slowly, she pulled the blouse open, shrugging the fabric off first her left shoulder, then her right, leaving her black lace brassiere fully exposed to him. With a sigh of resignation, she dropped the blouse at her feet.
"Very nice," he said as the woman stood before him. "Do continue."
Karen reached in front of her and fumbled briefly with the button of her slacks. Michael heard the sound of the nylon zipper being drawn downward. Karen stood still, as if to gather her courage. Placing her thumbs into the waistband of the black slacks, she slid them downward over her hips, bending forward to help remove her shapely legs for that of the slacks.
"Oh yes," Michael whispered as she stepped out of her slacks and stood straight once again, revealing a pair of black lace bikini panties. "You are more beautiful than I had imagined."
A brief glimmer of a smile appeared on her lips at the compliment. She held her hands in front of her, covering her navel as her houseguest's eyes roamed her now shivering body. Although she was extremely nervous, she had to admit she was also extremely excited.
"Show me more," he said from the shadows.
Karen watched his cigarette raise and briefly glow brighter as he drew the heavy smoke into his mouth. With trembling fingers, she reached behind her and worked the clasp of her brassiere. As the straps went slack, her arms moved around to the front of her body, effectively shedding the black lace skin which trapped her pert breasts.
A small moan of satisfaction and appreciation came from Michael's direction as the brassiere joined the blouse and slacks at her feet. Michael said nothing more as his eyes roamed over her body. Her eyes twinkled in the dim light of the oil lamps. Her chest rose and fell in nervous anticipation of what Michael might request next. Her pert breasts kept his attention for several seconds as he watched her nipples stiffen in reaction to the sudden exposure to the open air.
"Absolutely beautiful," he said more to himself than to her as his eyes traveled down her flat stomach to her trim waist and full hips. "Now the rest."
Karen swallowed audibly. Her fingertips shook as her hands moved to the waistband of her panties of their own accord. Hooking her thumbs into the elastic, she hesitated only briefly before steeling her resolve and slipping the wispy thin material downward and away from her treasure. Michael's eyes followed the progress of the undergarment as it traveled down her shapely legs to her ankles. He heard her nervous sigh and marveled at the thin, neatly trimmed tuft of pubic hair the removal of the panties had revealed to him as she straightened and stepped out of the garment, stepping to the side of the pile of clothing which lay at her feet.
For several minutes nothing was said. Karen watched his silhouette, nervously waiting for what was to happen next. Her body shivered from both the chill open air of the room and the increasing excitement she felt within herself after putting her body on display for him. His cigarette glowed brighter once again as he took in every feature of her lovely body. Finally, he spoke.
"I've waited a long time for this moment. I've fantasized about what I'd like to do with you if we ever found ourselves in this situation. But now that we're here, I'm finding the thought of doing nothing to be more exciting than ravishing you like I had planned." A look of confusion appeared on her face. "Not to worry, Sweety. You are quite beautiful. I would love to explore your body with my fingertips, lips, and tongue. But I think for our first encounter, I would like to watch you explore your body for me."
Karen absorbed his request with a combined sense of relief, excitement, and disappointment. Michael saw this reaction and reassured her that he had definite plans for her body for his own pleasure, but he wanted to make sure her pleasure came first. As he didn't know his way around her body, what she liked or where she liked it, he wanted her to give him a sort of guided tour into what she found pleasurable.
"Pleasure yourself for me, Karen." Her eyes flashed at the mention of her name. "Show me what you like to feel."
With a silent nod, Karen stepped closer to the bed and sat down on its foot. Looking deeply into the shadows of the room, to where she sensed his eyes would be, she slid her buttocks rearward onto the bed a bit further. She bit her lower lip as her right hand moved to her tight, flat stomach. Michael watched as her hand began a slow massaging motion, barely moving her flesh at all as she gently stroked her tummy from side to side.
Within a few seconds, both of her hands reached up to cup her full, pert breasts, her fingertips gently clasping her already stiff nipples. Michael watched her breathing deepen as she worked her nipples between the thumb and middle finger of each hand. Closing her eyes, Karen slowly allowed her body to fall backward on the bed, stretching her body our for Michael to see in it's entirety.
Michael said nothing as he watched her move herself upward on the bed, finally placing her head in the center of one of the down pillows. Karen's hands did not remain idle as she made herself comfortable. Her left hand cupped her left breast, her fingertips avoiding the rigid nipple. Meanwhile her right hand played over her abdomen, toying briefly with her navel, only to travel further downward to briefly brush through her pubic mound. Her eyes closed and her legs parted slightly as her fingertips traced their way trough her cleft, then back upward to her tummy.
"That's right, open your legs for me," Michael said softly from across the room. "Let me see."
Karen's legs parted slowly as her right hand once again moved downward to her mound. Her tiny palm covered her entire mons, slowly rubbing her sex in a slight circular motion as her legs opened wider. Her left hand held her breast tighter as she felt herself dampen between her legs. She ran an exploratory fingertip downward, along the length of her thickening labia, then back upward and over her stiffening clitoris.
Michael said nothing as he watched Karen once again begin to manipulate her nipple between her thumb and forefinger. Her right hand traced the outline of her moistening vagina as her breathing deepened even further. Her fingertips explored the folds of her sex, drawing a bit of moisture from the natural lubrication welling inside her.
"Open yourself for me," Michael whispered from his chair in the shadows. "Let me see all of you."
Releasing her breast, Karen did as Michael instructed. Her left hand joined her right, slowly manipulating her now-glistening labia. Using only the index finger of each hand, she spread the thickening lips which guarded her entrance. Michael could see she was very excited. Her sex was visibly swollen and glistening wet as her fingertips continued to explore her folds. Her excitement was such, as to keep her lips wide open as the fingertips of her right hand once again traveled upward to her now-rigid clitoris.
"That's right, stroke your clit for me," Michael said, emboldened by Karen's erotic display of self-pleasure.
A quiet gasp escaped her lips as the tip of her middle finger applied firm pressure to her clitoris. Her body shuddered as she felt the warmth building deep within her. Her left hand teased her entrance, toying with the very edges of her treasure with a fingertip.
Michael leaned over to the table and crushed out his cigarette. Rising silently from his seat, he quickly disrobed, his eyes never leaving her body. "Now, Karen... Slip your finger inside you now..."
Karen groaned quietly as her finger obeyed him of it's own will. Her right hand increased the speed and pressure on her throbbing clitoris as the fingertip slowly entered her. Michael approached the bed from the side and stood above her, relishing the sight of the beautiful woman gently masturbating herself for his pleasure as well as hers.
Her finger slowly moved in and out of her as she increased the pressure and speed on her clitoris. Her legs opened wider and her hips lifted as if to drive the intruding digit even deeper inside her.
Michael leaned forward and cupped her breast, touching her nude body for the very first time. Karen jumped slightly, startled that Michael had approached her without her knowing it. She quickly relaxed and slid a second finger inside herself as he manipulated first her right nipple, then her left.
"You look so beautiful," he whispered to her. "Bring yourself off for me, Karen. Fuck yourself faster."
Karen moaned as she complied with his request. Her fingers slid in and out of her now soaked sex, glistening with her juices in the dim lamp light. Her fingertip concentrated on her clitoris as she felt the first tiny tingles of orgasm build within her.
Michael gently placed his hands behind her back and lifted her upper torso just enough to allow him to climb onto the bed behind her. Spreading his legs, he guided her upper body back against his, sharing their warmth for the first time. Her hands kept their pace as his hands reached around her, cupping her breasts.
