Chapter one

The order is in…tight skirt to the knee, sheer, black sandalfoot pantyhose, tight open collared blouse, glasses, high heeled pumps.

He is young, but not so young obviously, to know EXACTLY what he wants.

The money is slowly, but assuredly counted out. He has been here enough times to know the drill.

His small, concise chatter and gentle hug gets the beginning awkward Greetings over with as his mind is steadfast on what he came here for.

My legs.

My silky, smooth, tight, muscular LEGS climbing to a silky, smooth, tight, muscular BOTTOM.

Even with the bottom as tempting one would think, it’s the LEGS he is after.

Trying to make conversation at this point is useless. He is not interested.

I have gotten used to the scenario, letting MY mind and body ‘dance’ to the rhythm of the SILENCE.

For an hour I am the solo ‘ballerina’… my legs and feet gracefully teasing and denying my ‘audience’ with my finesse. He rolls on the floor ,in the hall on my carpeted runner ,kneeling like in prayer to some Goddess, at the base of my shoes…softly caressing, kissing the satiny arches of my precious FEET….he knows these go to my LEGS…but he is savouring every magical moment…..like catching every drop of an expensive wine.

Unbeknownst to him, my pussy juices are smearing the inside of my crotch….dripping down the insides of each leg. God, I hope it dries before he sees…we have only just begun. My soft moans seem to go unnoticed. He is driving me crazy but in the silence I dare not disengage the aura that he has created.

I lift one foot, carefully..slowly out of one shoe. He nibbles the inside of the arch. He knows this is not acceptable. I lightly kick him away. He nibbles again. This time I am not so gentle. He gets pushed away with the sole of my foot. His pants now are shadowing the form of a ‘tent’….his cock has hardened to the excitement. I smile..my juicy red lips moist with the power. I tease him by walking away….he lunges for my shapely legs…holds on…I kick him away…slap his face. He is a naughty boy. He follows me like a puppy, nipping at my heels.

I sternly face him…..slowly I saunter to him, swaying my healthy hips, like a model down a runway…..I straddle his longing face..he can see right up my skirt…. kicking away each time his desire to become ONE with my legs.

I am not ready. He has to know and understand the limits. His impatience is not my problem. It is HIS.

He will be duly rewarded when the time is right.

He will be duly punished when the time is right.

Knowing that I am comfortably in control and that his movements have settled down, my right leg deftly swings over and on top of his hapless body. His eyes are closed. I know he is nervously wondering ‘when, if and how’….

The stiletto heel of my expensive pumps pierces his chest. The pressure makes him jolt. Without thinking twice, his arms grab hold of my leg He draws it to him. He has earned the privelage. .He kisses the heel, stroking the arch., his hands gliding up and down my defined calves. He manoevres himself around so that he is now facing me on the floor. He wiggles himself between my legs and holds on for dear life. H e is entranced. He will not let go.

As I gaze down…his beautiful long eyelashes are what I capture,,,he is at peace…at least for now….

To Be Continued…!

Chapter one

The knock is timid at the door.

Waiting for this moment has been excruciating, almost more than he could bear. His balls were aching beyond belief, his cock so hard you bounce pennies off it. But it was worth it..this ‘pleasurable pain’ as they call it. The heartpunding anticipation of what was in store for him beyond that door was worth every agonizing second. No money could replace the headrush at this moment.

He could smell her in his mind, in his crotch, in his sweaty palms. Day to day work was drudgery with her on his mind. He HAD to see her…but most importantly SMELL her again. Her scent was unique to none other..nothing he had ever experienced before.

I t had come by accident really. But don’t most things good do? He had been asked to come over professionally..to fix a leaky shower head in her bathroom. She had come to the door, clad in jeans, sweatshirt, hair upswept in a twist, no makeup, bare feet in those Chinese grass sandals..rather unassuming but natural looking.

It was early so she had not gotten ready yet for the day and besides, her shower wasn’t working anyway. As I was led to the workplace I caught a waft of her scent as she brushed by. I t caught me by surprise. I t wasn’t like I hadn’t smelled a woman before, but this was different. Usually it’s that out of the shower smell that most woman and men in our society deem as necessary and important and in most cases I would agree, but not this time. She was different. My cock tingled with its penetrating aroma. My eyes opened wide…she caught me staring at her and she smiled. My face turned red and my tingle quickly disappeared with embarressment. Senses in me we erupting that obviously had lay dormant. I hadn’t felt like this in a long, long time. Good, bad..I don’t know. But I was game to find out.

Trying to be professional now was the tricky part. She was scurrying around the apartment, tidying up..trying to make sense of a disruptive morning. She was going to be late for work now because of not getting her shower in….EVERYTHING had to be put on hold. All was dependent on me now ,my skill, my speed, my decorum…the Hell with decorum I thought. How can I concentrate with that SCENT all around me..a total delightful, raw distraction. If I had anything to do with it, she wasn’t even going to work. Oh, how the mind works, how powerful one can be in the recesses of one’s mind…reality is not so forgiving. She probably thinks I am an idiot anyway…staring at her like some long, lost puppy.
She has offered me tea. Asking me twice I think. I am in another world , oblivious to her when it is HER that is the problem

Men cannot hide in their pants what woman can. Like that is a revelation! My mind wanders to what is actually going on in HER pants. Is that pussy wet, moist, SMELLING of juices leftover from the previous day? Are her panties stained of these precious liquids that are anxiously awaiting being washed away ..totally dependent of my ability to get the job done in time? The HELL with the job.

I linger, enjoying her gift of tea..we chat..I catch more smiles coming my way…a tweak in her pretty little lips..I wonder how her pussy lips match those of her mouth…she doesn’t seem too much in a hurry anymore…she has made a call into work to let them know of the ‘disastrous’ situation at home…smiles…she sort of exaggerated I think , to my benefit…

With all the running around, little drops of sweat drip down her forehead,…it doesn’t take much in my little brain to wonder again how sweaty she is between her legs, her armpits, her feet…I wonder if her pussy juices are staining the insides of her jeans now? Goodness, am I mad? But I just can’t help imagining…My cock pulsates again…I cross my legs. Why did I have to wear tight blue jeans today?..She notices the bulge in my pants and nonchalantly licks her lips.

She now knows the power she has over me. And here I am supposed to be the one in charge. Now that’s a joke!

To Be Continued….!

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