After what had happened the night before, and the fact of her own explosive responses to his body, she had been exhausted. She barely remembered going to bed, but did remember locking her door. She hadn't been scared of him, but did worry about his mood since she had controlled him so forcefully. As a police officer, he wasn't use to be controlled like that, even if it was in a sexual encounter. She feared that there would be a confrontation that would spoil all of the fun that they had been having. At the worst, he might move out.
When she woke up, the sun was streaming brightly into her bedroom. Looking at the clock she realized that she had overslept. She had been more tired than she had thought. She quickly threw a robe over her nude form and rushed downstairs. She was a little bit apprehensive knowing that Ken would probably have something to say about the night before. Mandy had never experienced the feelings and emotions that she had felt. She had never physically controlled a male like she had controlled Ken. She couldn't get the feeling of exhilaration out of her mind. For the first time in her life, she had been in complete control of a sexual encounter, instead of waiting for her male partner to decide what they were to do. It aroused her just thinking about it. For all of her life, sexual encounters had been what her partner wanted, not what she wanted. She felt lucky that she had even experienced an orgasm on a rare occasion. This time with Ken was different in that she had controlled the situation and took what she wanted.
Reaching the kitchen she found a pot of coffee already brewed, but no sign of Ken. Looking down the hallway she could see that his bedroom door was open. Slowly approaching his door, she looked inside and found that he was gone. This wasn't odd, considering that she had overslept and he had left during the morning. Since the coffee was fresh, she figured that he had not been gone for long. She returned to the kitchen and saw a note lying on the kitchen counter. In essence, the note said that he had to go to town to take care of some business and that he would be home later. It went on to say that he had more than enjoyed the night before and apologized for getting upset at the end. He also added that they could talk more about it, when he got home. Sitting down at the table she slowly sipped on her coffee and felt relieved that he was not mad at her. Again the feeling of power and control crept over her as she remembered the events. She more than wanted to play out her power scenario again. Thinking over her forcing him to cum began to get her aroused and a little more than wet. She had never controlled a male to the point where she told him when and how to cum. She had always been a participant but never the instigator. This was a new role that she thoroughly enjoyed. She found herself getting wetter just thinking about the possibilities. Knowing that they would talk when he got home would afford her the opportunity to make him equally aroused. She knew him well enough by now. He was easy to manipulate, both mentally and physically, especially the latter.
She relaxed around the house for the rest of the morning, thinking about the endless possibilities of 'putting him into the mood'. She laughed to herself, thinking that it wouldn't be difficult, since he was a male. When she heard his truck pull into the driveway, she hurried to the kitchen, making an appearance of cleaning up the room. Hearing him come into the kitchen she jumped, as if startled.
"Oh, you scared me! I didn't hear you come in," she said as she whirled around, her robe flapping open. The view of her lower body under the robe was clear to him as he saw that she was not wearing anything under the robe. Naturally she had planned it that way. Even having planned it that way, she still blushed brightly.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," he said smiling at the sight.
"I was just straightening up before I jumped into the shower. Are you home for the day or do you have plans?" she asked him, trying to look as innocent as possible.
"No, I'm here all day," he said, drawing out the end of the sentence and smiling as if he had a secret. The intent was clear to her also.
"Ummm, good." She smiled back at him, her legs fully exposed to his view. "Just let me get cleaned up and we'll have a drink." She knew that he couldn't resist her legs, not to mention the rest of her body. He had already proven that several times. She knew that he couldn't keep his eyes off of her legs.
"Great. Take your time, I'm not going anywhere." He sat down at the kitchen table, an obvious bulge beginning to grow in the front of his Levis.
"I won't be long," she said as she walked over to him. She slowly leaned down and kissed him softly on the lips. Her hand trailed down his chest, coming to rest on the bulge. As the soft kiss became longer, her hand gently squeezed the fleshy plump bulge. It seemed to her that she was still in control. She loved the feeling. Soon she would show him how much control she could exert. It was time for round 2 and she would soon be having her way with him.
"Take your time. I promise I'll be here. About last night, we need to talk. He smiled back at her. She knew that he wasn't mad. She wondered if he had been aroused all day, as much as she had been.
As she disappeared into her room, he quickly got up and hurried to his bedroom. Inside, he got out a tube of KY-Jelly from a bathroom cabinet. He then got a jar of a heat balm, normally used for sore muscles. Taking a small dab of the icy-hot jell, he mixed it with a larger dab of the KY-Jelly. Mixing it together he took just a small amount on his finger and ran upstairs to her bedroom. Quietly, he entered her bedroom where he could hear her shower water running. She had laid out a matching set of sexy lingerie. It was obvious to him that she had her own plans for the afternoon and evening. The matching bra and thong were lacy and sheer, more than enough to enhance her already gorgeous figure. Picking up the bra, he put just a tiny amount of the mixed jell from his finger, into the center of each bra's cup, where he estimated that her nipples would come to rest. Having plenty of the concoction still remaining, he took her thong and traced a single wet line down the center of the crotch, all the way up the back of the flimsy material. Within seconds it was drying and had become undiscernable. He then quickly left her room and went back downstairs to the kitchen.
It wasn't long until he heard the shower turn off. Within minutes, she came down the stairs, wearing the same robe. Her short hair was still wet, hanging loosely around her face.
