I can almost feel your loving caress as your gaze moves down my back, follows the curve of my hip, and rests on my scantily clad bottom, before I turn and open my notebook and settle down once again.I can almost feel your loving caress as your gaze moves down my back, follows the curve of my hip, and rests on my scantily clad bottom, before I turn and open my notebook and settle down once again. I lay with my knees bent, one resting against the back of the couch, and the other idly moving up and down, again absorbed in my reading and totally unaware of the effect my unconscious movement is having on you. The teddy is cut high above the legs, and each time I swing my leg outward, you catch a fleeting glimpse of my golden hair framed against the narrow strip of black lace running between my legs. I try to concentrate for about five minutes, but my thoughts are wandering and are no longer on the words on the page. I sigh, and let the book drop to the floor and close my eyes a moment, savoring the feel of anticipation. Unconsciously, and with my eyes still closed, I touch my fingertips to my neck, and stroke along my collarbone, turning my face to one side. As my hand moves down over my shoulders, I spread my fingers and trace light patterns, moving lower, till my hand comes to rest on my left breast, and I massage until the nipple is hard in my palm. I sigh, open my eyes, and am startled when I notice you watching me with an intensity that bespeaks your own excitement. I move as if to get up, embarassed, but you cross the room to me, speaking gently in a whisper, "Don't stop honey. Let me watch you." "I can't. I want YOU John." You sit beside me and undo the second tie on my teddy and pick up my own hand and place it over my breast. |