I wasn't sure how much I wanted to be displayed and exposed.I wasn't sure how much I wanted to be displayed and exposed. My extreme desire was fading, sort of like a color being washed out of an old cotton shirt. It was still there, but not very strong, although just looking at it could remind you of what it had been. It was replaced by a lethargy and exhaustion. We'd only been out for about a half hour, and hadn't done all that much before hand. But still, I could have laid down and gone to sleep very easily at this point, had I been given the option. We went into Jon's living room, with soft off-white leather furniture and warm lighting. I curled up in the corner of a big chair, and let my lover and Jon talk softly and drink their beers. They seemed to know how tired I was, and let me drift off into a half sleep while acoustic delta blues played in the background. I felt very peaceful. I happily drowsed on, a small animal napping. It couldn't have been very late at all when I dimly heard the phone ring in the background. Jon spoke in a low voice, and then dialed another number. My lover murmured into the phone, too, but I couldn't rouse myself to pay attention. I must have slept for a bit, because in a while, Jon came back and gently shook my shoulder and stroked my breast. By then it seemed quite natural to me that he should touch me that way. He didn't own me the way my lover did, but my body existed to be touched at that point. He was free to touch me, until my lover said no, and I acquiesced entirely. He handed me a large mug of coffee. "Alice, you need to wake up. Here have a little of this". I smiled up at him as he sat down on the arm of the chair, and put his hand on my naked back. As I drank the coffee, he started touching me again. My lover wasn't in the room, and Jon didn't offer to tell me where he was. Jon didn't offer to tell me much of anything, but kept stroking me like a well loved cat. The touches were gentle and without much pressure, but his rough fingertips provided plenty of friction in their trail. He ran them back and forth across my nipples and my body began to respond. I looked at him, but he stared back and I quickly broke my gaze, and looked down. "Good Alice", he said "Good, pliant Alice. You need to wash up a little after your walk". He stood up and took my hands and led me through his bedroom into the grey and pink tiled bath. |