We hit it off nicely, with neither of us displaying any nervousness or awkwardness at all.We hit it off nicely, with neither of us displaying any nervousness or awkwardness at all. She sat demurely on the couch and crossed her legs with elan. Her choice of clothing was perfect, and I drank in her beauty as I let my eyes roam over her body. "You'd think you hadn't already seen whats under this dress the way you are looking at me. Do I look ok?", she asked with a sweet smile. "You're adorable. Exactly the kind of woman I like, a Madonna/Whore type. Outside of being able to see through that dress, no one would guess that you've come here to get fucked over and over all day. That is why you're here, isn't it Laura?" Laura let her eyes fall to her crossed knees and quietly answered, "Yes, Master, it is." Smiling at her demure manner, I asked her to tell me about her high school years and what she had been doing since her graduation. I was interested, of course, but I also just wanted to have a chance to hear her talk for a while. As she talked I began to play with her dress, pulling the thin straps that held the top of the dress up away from her shoulders and running my fingers under them. I slid the bottom of her dress up just slightly from time to time to look at more of her legs and then after staring openly at them, slid the dress back down once again. I played with her nipples through the dress with the back of my hand, and watched with interest as they hardened and became even more visible. Occasionally I rubbed her belly gently throught the dress, letting my hand move downward to within inches of her clit, but never quite touching it. Laura was not unaware of what I was doing as she spoke, and her voice grew more and more husky and full of passion, even though she was speaking of very ordinary and mundane things. |