"Strip!"
I think that was the only word I had uttered to him since entering the house. The house is an old country style, pre Georgian ten bedroom mansion. Very old plain teak and oak floors that emphasized the click-clack of my shoes as I led him into the main reception room. That one word would suffice to see if he was the boy I took him to be, or not, the next few minutes would tell.
My husband Robert had brought the place when he was going through his 'Lord of the manor' phase nearly twenty years ago, just before his knighthood. We used it whenever we ventured down to the country, I kept a few of the staff on to keep it in good repair, a gardener, a gamekeeper to keep the rabbits and vermin at bay, a cook and two maids. The cook for the times we spent here in summer or for special parties.
We are what people call swingers, the parties we hold are for friends that share our interests and are usually held in the substantial grounds and are very exclusive. We use the boathouse, not the main house because we like to keep our private lives, private.
We are pretty secluded and I use a very discrete local company to erect marquees down by one of the lakes where it is landscaped. Robert knows the owner of the said company and he has been to one or two of our parties with his stunning wife Sarah.
Most of the grounds are kept as forest and left for wildlife to flourish, which they do and sometimes in great numbers, hence the gamekeeper.
Shaun was a little overawed as we drove the ten minutes from the main gate, down the gravel driveway through the old birch and oaks. I always loved the way the sunlight burst through the canopy in beams of solid light at this time of year, I could come here just for that sometimes.
I sat in one of my highbacked table chairs and regarded him up and down. I smoothed my tight black pencil skirt down over my thigh ridding it of creases, then let one leg drape over the other bouncing my stiletto ever so subtly. He was a special boy there was no doubt about that, but would he obey my command?
I raised a brow and tilted my head a fraction, just enough to let him know I was waiting for his decision with more than a little displeasure in being kept waiting. His decision in the next few seconds would shape his future in ways he had not even dreamt about, his choice.
"Miss?" He said, quietly.
"What did you not understand Shaun?" I drummed my nails onto the mahogany table in a rhythmic beat as I waited.
"I will say it only one more time, strip."
Shaun stood like one of those dear little rabbits in the woods as the headlight beam struck it not knowing what to do next. At last he raised one hand to the top button of his shirt, then slipped the old school tie off draping it over the back of an adjacent chair. I smiled my approval at his decision and he unbuttoned the crisp white shirt from top to bottom. It took my breath a little as his physique became apparent, I was not disappointed with my choice.
He shucked himself from his shirt to show a rippling sixpack with pectoral muscles to match, I felt a trickle of arousal as he continued to shed his clothing.
I absentmindedly ran my manicured red nails over my knee through my hose as I watched him loose the belt, throwing it to the ground at his feet. His eyes were instantly directed to the hand on my legs which I noted for later.
"The rest Shaun, there's a good boy."
His trembling hands fiddled with the button of his trousers and he lowered the zip, I could see he was nervous now. He had probably never been naked in the presence of an older woman, maybe any woman come to that.
My nipples hardened under my blouse as I thought of his innocence and it took all of my willpower not to touch and stroke them.
Shaun's trousers hit the floor at his ankles and he kicked them away leaving him in a white pair of tight briefs. The briefs hid a straining bulge that twitched as he covered himself with his hands.
"Hands by the sides Shaun." I said in a soft, but strict voice.
His manhood looked a deliciously sized piece of flesh hidden behind its cotton shield, but it would not stay hidden for long.
"Shoes, socks and those briefs Shaun, do not let me tell you again."
His skin was starting to pinken up, he had a beautiful blush that overtook the top half of his lovely body from his chest upwards as he bent to untie the laces. He tucked the socks into his shoes and stood in just his white briefs, he still had that frightened little rabbit look but nonetheless, he slipped his fingers into the waistband of the underpants.
Slowly he stooped, taking the briefs down over his hips and a delicious looking purple head came into view as the cotton pulled his foreskin down with the motion.
I couldn't help but lick the moisture from my top lip as his underpants pooled at his feet, he looked every bit as scrumptious as how I had imagined him.
"Turn around, show me all of my new toy." I said, squeezing my thighs together trying to stem the rushing tide that was starting to flow.
He turned so his back was facing me, he moved his shoulders and the muscles tensed, rippling in a downward motion to his most beautiful feature, his ass.
"Put the palms of your hands against the wall in front of you Shaun."
He did as I asked and I rose from my chair, he heard the clip of my heels coming closer to him and he tensed even more. Placing a hand upon his waist, he jumped like he had been touched by a hot iron.
"It's ok." I said softly, "Shaun, you are perfect, just perfect."
I slid my fingers over his soft velvety skin from his downy armpit, down his side to the prominent hip bone. I slipped it around to his backside caressing my hand gently over his tight ass muscles. God, this boy was everything I had hoped for, his body was magnificent.
"Keep still Shaun."
Slowly and very deliberately, I slid my right hand around his torso until I reached his nipple, he shuddered under my light touch, it stood proud and stiff. I ran a nail over the hard nub and he sighed dropping his head slightly to look down as I scratched at it with my forefinger. I squeezed it, rolling it gently between my forefinger and thumb gauging his response, his body shifted and the muscles twitched.
"Nice." I whispered, in a voice as sultry as I could manage.
My left arm went around his waist and I ran my fingertips over the tight muscles of his abdomen, this kid had abs like steel. My leg went between his nudging them further apart and for the first time I felt his heavy balls, I brought my knee up to run my stockinged thigh through and back under him making him squirm.
"Ohhhhhh." He groaned and made to turn around.
I slapped him hard on that delicious tight ass telling him to stay still, his hands shot back at shoulder width planted firmly to the wall.
"Shaun you can have that one indiscretion, but if you disobey me again there will be consequences, do you understand?"
He grunted and nodded.
