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…!