It took a moment for my eyes to adjust to the dimness inside my bedroom. The moon and the city beyond were the only sources of light shining through the windows. Just like my living room, the entire outward facing wall was a large, panoramic floor to ceiling window, but not quite as grand. The motorized blinds that would normally cover it in the morning hours to block the sunlight were drawn all the way open. The view was just as good as it was from the living room or the rooftop. I noticed Sophia stop in her tracks for a moment as she saw the open window.
"Don't worry, kitten, the window is mirrored on the outside," I assured her. "And besides, we are so high up that nobody would be able to see us in here anyways."
My penthouse was taller than any other building for several blocks. If anyone wanted to spy on us from another building they would need a telescope from half mile away, and even then the reflective windows would prove quite difficult to see through. I liked the it though, as it gave a sort of risky feel to bedroom activities without the actual risk of being caught by someone watching.
My room was quite spacious as well, so much that it made the king size bed on the back wall look like a child's bed. There were several other furnishings filling the open space. A couch, chaise, and recliner gave me plenty of options for relaxing and reading a book from my library down the hall. The dressers and end tables of my mahogany bedroom set looked nearly black in the dim light. My bed had a large, ornately carved headboard to match the bedroom set and four talk, decorative bedposts. There were also some other, more adult oriented pieces of furniture in my room, but I kept those off to one side where it was a bit darker. Those were part of the reason I kept the lights off when bringing someone new into my room. I didn't want my St. Andrew's Cross to be the first thing Sophia saw when she walked in. It might scare her and make her wonder if I'd brought her to some sex dungeon or something. Granted, there would be a lot of sex in my bedroom, and I enjoyed dabbling in some rope play, and bondage, but I wasn't sadistic by any means.
One thing Sophia would be able to see clearly though was the wall of shelves not far from my bed containing a large variety of sex toys. I enjoyed keeping them all on display instead of in a chest or drawer. It was easier to keep them organized so I could find the one I wanted without searching, and it was amusing to see the reactions when my guests first saw how many I had.
"We don't need to use them all, unless you really want to," I said suggestively when I saw Sophia's eyes widen.
I walked over to my bed, my feet barely making a sound on the soft, plush carpet. I sat down on the edge and beckoned Sophia over to me with one finger. When she awkwardly shuffled over to me, I pat my thigh with my hand, wordlessly telling her to sit on my lap. She complied, and sat sideways across my lap with her hands folded in her own lap, and looking down at the floor. I touched the small of her back with one hand, and with the other I caressed her thigh. Her skin was silky smooth, freshly shaven, and the muscles of her legs were toned and firm.
"Are you nervous?" I asked sweetly, running my hand up her back and rubbing gently between her shoulders.
Sophia nodded, still averting her eyes from my gaze.
"Why? Is it because you don't know what to do with another woman?
She nodded again.
"I think you know more than you realize," I said, trying to calm her. "You see, with a woman, you think about what feels good to you, and then you just do that with the other woman. But with a man, they've got different parts that you don't have, so you don't know if what you're doing will feel good to them. I mean, chances are it probably will, because it doesn't take much to make a man blow his load, but that's besides the point."
Sophia laughed. Her smile was so innocent and contagious, I couldn't help but smile warmly back at her. As she sat on my lap, and my hands explored the lean muscles of her back and legs, I could feel the warmth and wetness building between my legs. As I caressed her thighs, my hand crept closer to her sex and I could feel a slight warmth radiating from her too.
