I was having a short nap on my favorite pillow when my Master finally came home. I lifted my head and eyed him stepping through the doorway before deciding to leave the safety of the couch to meet him. I had been lying in the afternoon sun most of the day so when I stepped out of it to welcome my Master home, my skin chilled uncomfortably. I felt my nipples harden from the sudden, unwelcome cool air of the room. I didn't have to glance down to know they were showing through my shirt but I did anyway, out of habit. They always looked to me like little pencil erasers, especially the color - salmon pink. I stopped in front of my Master to welcome him back with an excited "weebus" and a hug. I nuzzled my cheek against his chest and I felt his warm arm wrap around me and his hand pet my hair and soft kitten ears. My ears twitched slightly from his touch - it tickled a little. I stood on my tiptoes and gave his cheek a small kitty lick to show my appreciation.
When I was satisfied that he wasn't going to be leaving me again anytime soon, I broke my hug and followed him into the dining room. He sat and I brought him the meal I had prepared for him, still warm. Once I had set it in front of him, I sat down on the clean floor beside him to lay my head in his lap. Having already had my favorite jelly sandwich and lots of milk, I enjoyed being close to my Master. My tail swayed calmly and I traced lines with my finger on his thigh while he ate his supper.
When he was done eating, I stood and took the dishes into the kitchen so I could wash them. After having done that, I followed the sound of the television to the living room and sat beside him on the couch, once more laying my head in his lap. He had changed into a light shirt and boxers while I was in the kitchen. After watching the t.v. with him for a few minutes, I became bored and directed my attention to the front of his boxers, beside where I laid my head. I had been a little horny all day so I wanted to try to entice him as much as I could.
I wasn't sure how I could entice him while still seeming innocent so I lightly fingered the material at the hem of his boxers, my fingers brushing against his skin occasionally. I stopped. He must have noticed me because he laid his hand on my side, just below my breast. When I felt satisfied that he wasn't going to chastise me for it, I pulled the hem up a little and lightly rubbed my fingertips against his thigh. He made no movement.
Abandoning the skin just under the hem, I let my fingers wander to brush against the material beside where I thought his cock might be.
At this, he spoke, "What are you doing, kitten?"
"What do you mean, Master?" I asked in what I hoped was an innocent tone.
"You know what I'm referring to," he said persistently.
"I have no idea what you're talking about."
"I see what you're doing," he laughed lightly.
"You're crazy!" I countered playfully. That said, I continued to play with the material.
I could still feel his hand on my side. Spontaneously, I took his hand in mine and brought it to my breast. With my hand over his, I pressed his hand against me. The nipple was already hard. I left his hand there to rub the skin just beside his cock through the fabric. His hand remained still on me. My fingers ventured further until I felt him underneath my hand. I used a single finger to rub him through the material and I felt his fingers lightly brushing against my nipple. He became harder as I continued feeling him.
I lifted my head so that I could pull the band of his boxers down far enough to be able to slip my hand in. I let my fingers travel the skin of his thigh and pelvis before finding his dick again. By this time, he had hardened considerably for me. I slid my fingers up the shaft before finally settling to circle the tip of his head with two of my fingers. I felt him squeeze and gently twist my hard nipple. Faltering, I slid my fingers back down his shaft again to wrap my hand around the base of his cock. My hand wrapped tight around his dick, I slowly slid my hand up to the head of his cock, and back down to the base again. I did this a few more times before feeling the urge to taste him.
"Master." I wanted his attention.
