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.

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