There I sat, mostly naked, in a large, comfortable bed. There was a lingering scent in the air that I couldn't quite place. Something refreshing and relaxing. The lights were dimmed, so I couldn't make out the details of the bedroom, but it really didn't matter. My eyes were fixated.
She strode into the bedroom, confidently, arrogantly. I had been forced to sit on the bed, and wait while she "prepared." There was a slight chill in the room, but I don't think it was the temperature that brought a wave of goosebumps over my body.
She looked, in a word, devastating. Thick, luxurious auburn hair cascaded down her back and caressed her face, surrounding hazel eyes punctuated by eyeliner, light shadow, and long eyelashes. Her generous lips formed a bit of a smirk, painted in a deep, dark plum shade. Her face was so striking, so inviting and yet so intimidating that I'd forgotten to admire the rest of the show.
There she stood in front of me, and began to run her hands and manicured nails over her body, inviting my eyes to follow. The hands ran over the peaks of full breasts clad in a smooth, plunging black bra. My eyes lingered as she worked her way down, over her waist to rounded hips. She tilted them and flexed a leg, shifting the curves accentuated by small black panties and sheer thigh-high stockings. Black was such an excellent choice for her; it contrasted nicely with her alabaster skin and made her curves just look so damned good.
There she was, a vision of beauty, raw sexuality. I was already considerably aroused. The promises of delights to come, the teasing, the agonizing wait as she took her time primping and dressing. Even the slight chill in the air made me crave skin-to-skin contact. I wanted so desperately to jump up and throw her on the bed, but I had been expressly forbidden.
The Mistress was well aware of my predicament. She watched me squirm and giggled softly. She turned around, stepping about in sexy, thick-heeled black shoes and revealed that her little black panties were actually a little black thong. Hands ran over the curves of her luscious backside ever so slowly. I felt my breath catch in my throat as she leaned over slowly and turned her head, beaming a wicked grin at me.
"Oh god." The words escaped my mouth unbidden.
"Shhh," the Mistress admonished.
She walked over to the bed, next to me and reached out to where I was sitting upright. I hesitantly extended my hands to her and she guided them over her body just as she had done. I felt the smooth skin with my fingertips, the softness of her breasts and her legs, and just a hint of the warmth coming from between her legs. I must have whimpered, or uttered a curse, or something of the sort, because she urged my silence again while I was touching her. It was maddening, the complete lack of control. I couldn't even ask her for anything. All I was permitted was to sit, watch, and obey.
Perhaps I had done well, or perhaps her own urges had taken over, but at this point she finally climbed up onto me, and straddled my lap. I was already painfully hard, stretching even my loose underclothes. She pressed herself into me, warm and soft. I felt the smooth fabric of her stockings on my bare legs, her hands and nails on my bare chest. The combined sensations were overwhelming.
I moaned as she wrapped her arms around me and pressed her lips to mine. I lost track of time as hands touched skin, tongues met each other, and the sound of her rapid breathing filled my ears. We moved on the bed, laying down, never breaking contact until I squeezed a covered breast with my hand.
She broke away. "Relax," she said in a honeyed, voice. She removed my hands and placed them at my sides. Everything went a step backward, with just her hands on my body for some time. She caressed my hips and thighs, leaving me gasping for air and praying for her to grasp my rigid cock, but the tease continued.
My eyes closed, floating in a sea of sensation provided by my Mistress, I felt warm, wet lips press into my neck and nibble me slowly. After some time, lips and hot breath came closer to my ear.
"Do you like my body?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"Tell me."
"You are strikingly beautiful, Mistress. Curvy and soft. I love your body, and I am honored to share your bed."
