She finished her mini-toilet, patted herself dry, and inspected. She didn’t like the older plain cotton panties but that was what was asked of her. She had showered the night before and had worn them all night also as asked. Plain perhaps, but they could be useful.
A simple hair style would do. Perhaps something swept back and a bit off to one side. As the brush massaged her scalp, she planned. He was middle aged or a bit more, well mannered and easy to please. Perhaps a simple bun until she got there. Then she could let it down. No hygiene spray. No deodorant. A blush of Lilly of the Valley on her shoulders, thighs and buttocks. He would like that. Perhaps a bit about her naval. Not too much. Just right.
In the bedroom everything was laid out. A simple full skirt that was easy to move in and a light blouse. A colorful bra and stockings for contrast with the flesh, and a matching garter belt. A lacy garter to contrast against her plain white cotton briefs. Why DO these men hate pantyhose??? Light make-up with a hint of blush. Low comfortable pups and a sweater completed the outfit. Oh, Yes. A drop of perfume at the breast and neck.
Her checklist in hand she ticked off her tools: Her favorite personal vibrator at the ready and an alternate if needed; A small vibrating anal probe for prostate work; Ben Wa balls; Anal beads; A Collar and short leash; Extra towels, Lubricant; Rolled condoms; A comfortable swim suit, Spare skirt and blouse (just in case).
Inspection again. Yes, Keys and purse. A careful stride. Poise and personality were crucial. A lady, yes. But more; A woman.
To the car.
As she drove she ran variation of scenes through her mind. This one wanted her to be in charge most of the time. She knew he would want to wash first and in that way she could rid him of everything he wore except the slacks.
In fact, she would blindfold him as soon as the door was secured. Then she could lead him into the bathroom for branding. She would have him kneel next to the commode. At her command he would lower her briefs and she would be seated. “Give me your hand darling.” She smiled at the thought of her fluid running over his hand. “You belong to me now, don’t you.”
“The puddle in your palm is my brand on you. Smell it.” A long pause. “Taste it now.” “Remember it always.”
Under her supervision he would complete his toilet. The blindfold would go back on after he washed his face. While he was doing this she could arrange the bed and lay out her tools. If there was a sofa she would begin there. If not she would sit on the bed, perhaps with him in a chair close by the bed. She could draw him out about himself. Interspersed with that she require him to be specific about his desires of the moment. At the same time she could tease him with her hands and feet.
That the mind was the major sex organ she well understood. She must constantly stimulate thru her voice, her sounds, her touch, her movements, even her odor.
Once she had him mostly nude and standing by the bed she could move on to her next objective. There would be some kissing of course, some rubbing too, and homage to her bosom. She knew that he liked to have his back scratched gently and rubbed. As they did this she would help him remove her blouse and bra encouraging him as necessary. She must not hurry. But how to get him down on her with grace, poise, and desire? And with the skirt and stockings still on? These oral parts were very important to him and he would want more later.
Trees rolling by. Passing a big truck her car shook back and forth.
Thinking Backwards. She could kneel on the side of the bed and take him from behind this time. If she were on her back with her feet over the edge that might become a natural movement. She would keep him near the edge of the bed as she guided him. By then she would have pulled the skirt to slightly above the knee. Under her instruction he would do the rest. At the right moment, after he was kneeling on the floor beside her she would present him a foot. As he got back to her knee she could move her body around and sideways at the same time. Then the other foot. She could prolong it that way too. He should like that. She would slowly roll a bit as she worked him and this would save her best for last. Talking to him. Commanding him. This was a slow sensuous seduction. The cotton panties would be difficult though. She must be careful not to distract him to much as they came out of the way. Ha! He could do that and pay homage to her feet again at the same time.
Trees. And a small town. More signs. Cows grazing in a field. The traffic was getting heavier.
She smiled. She could move his face close and push it away several times. She would have him breath her scent. The skirt would move slowly higher. When ready, she could bring her legs and feet into play grasping him as a female mantis grasping her prey. The skirt would fall over his head naturally. She would insist that he just see and then smell. Commanding. Encouraging. Tugging on the leash then pushing him back. Once she was fully wetted she could open herself fully. With her knees up and feet on his back she would push his head down to her rearmost rosebud. He must lick everything. “Kiss it darling.” She was beginning to get wet. “Push your tongue in.” Then, “I’m smiling at you dear. Can you see it?” Then she could push herself back on the bed a bit, bringing him with her. Once comfortable she would use him for her pleasure talking to him and stroking him as she did.
His hands would lay along side her hips. As her tension built she would start her toy and place it in his hand. “Take this darling.”
“Lick it wet for a moment the bring it and your tongue back to me. Do you know where it goes Darling? Where? What else to you call it? Slowly Darling slide it in me. Keep licking… More… Now more… Press the point upward now, onto my special spot… Keep tonguing me… More pressure please…
“Darling, you’ve smelled me and tasted me. Are you ready to drink me too?” She would erupt into completion keeping his head firmly in her grasp. “Catch it dear! Drink! Drink as much as you can Darling! Quickly! Quickly!”
As she calmed she could scratch his head and neck. Then she would be totally open. “Lick me clean now. Everywhere”
Commanding, she would have him close his eyes as he kneeled again by the bed. When he opened them he would be looking right at her bottom. Once he had lavished it to her satisfaction she could cover and place him in her nest with her hand. Even though she was deliberate this would be quick. “Get me darling. Get me good.” Her feet would be turned behind his knees to hold him in place. She must be sure to get her head and upper torso fully down on the bed to create the necessary angle and friction on the lower pelvic bone.
Grab me Peter. Around my hips. Get me. Pump me Get me good.
Note to self. Is the bed the right height for this? Be prepared to cope if he is premature.
More signs rolled by. Overhead a low flying jet.
Intermission. That would be easy. They would bath, perhaps together. Some small talk. She would continue to press him about his erotic desires. She much be sure that there was background music too. The skirt would go back on alone to recreate the essential mystery. The stockings? Rolled to mid thigh? Then she would have him rub her back and legs. She would return the favor and when the time was right she could move her area of attention to get him started. A light touch would do. More kissing and stroking. Licking him. Loving him. Her mind traveled to other times and places. She was wet.
The turnoff. She was almost there.
The second oral session What about that? She knew that if she was good she could get him to take her again.
A traffic light.
They would kiss and stroke again laying side by side. They were lovers now. Then she would kneel beside him while she worked at his thighs. He would want to handle her while she did. Allow it? Yes, The prostrate vibrator would be handy now. It would stimulate him. She could turned the lights down and have him close his eyes. Then she would dip her fingers again for him to lick and suckle. Or she could dip his and make him lick them. If his body were well placed she could straddle his chest. His hands would be head above his head by her command. The skirt would barely cover her essence. The discarded ladies linen? A gag? A blindfold? Decide later.
Into the parking lot.
She would inch forward. With the skirt well positioned and his eyes covered he could only imagine. Yet she could arouse him in several ways. She could speak to him. She could command. She could touch. His eyes still not seeing she would inch forward some more. The he would be enfolded; first by the skirt, then by the woman. She might need stronger language here. She would ask and he must respond. She would say and he must request. His refinement would be helpful. This would arouse. As before she would be sure that his tongue homaged everything. Then she could adjust herself and get comfortable. She would order him to open his mouth to cover her. Then she would slowly let her flow begin.
“Darling! Do you feel my flow?” She would wait for his response. “Swallow!” Then, “Lick me clean, please.”
The lobby. Looking about. Then the desk. “Yes.”
She would insist that he ask for completion. A non-traditional position? Perhaps she could spin about and take him. She would think about that.
Into the lounge. Then into the dining room. There squinting at a book and eating breakfast, sat alone a balding old man with a white full beard
As she passed a table she saw an envelope with part of a bill showing. “How is the weather in Maryland” “May I join you?”
“Certainly. Please make yourself feel at home.” “Would you like something to eat?”
“Perhaps.”
He held her chair. After a few moments she fingered the torn bill and studied him.
“We have something in common.” She smiled. He proffered an envelope. Leisurely she scanned the contents but left it on the table. Polite conversation until he seemed to have finished. She lightly raked his hand with her nails and spoke softly to him. He should shudder in anticipation.
Paying the bill and walking to the elevator. The contents of the envelope had been put away. A polite silence. She brushed his hand as she passed into the car. After the door had shut she dragged he nail from his ear to his neck and then down his front. If he tried to speak she would silence him with a finger
After she was finished and ready to leave she would have him kneel before her once more. She would remind him that he was owned by her. As she did so she would cover his head and use him briefly.
A Moment. “Walk me to my car.” As she got in she would flash him very deliberately and crook her finger for him to bend towards her. She would pull him in one more time. The panties would go in his mouth. Then she would be gone.
She was smiling again. At the room he unlocked the door and stood back.
“Thank You kind sir.” Taking his hand she led him in and went to work.
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