I reach for the tie of my dress, and shoot him a playful smile as I tug at it. I know I should probably be wearing heels for this. I’m doing this all wrong, but he doesn’t seem to mind at all.
He looks quite comfortable in my bed, watching me revealing myself to him. I peel the dress off my shoulders and let it fall to the floor.
He bites his lip again. “Wow. I love it.”
I sway my hips, turn on my heel, and stick out my ass for him because I know he loves it.
“My little grasshopper is not as shy as I thought,” he says. His voice has changed. It’s deeper, more ragged. “Take them off.”
“Patience, Mr. Boss Man,” I scold. “All in due time.”
“You are cruel, Miss Morris.”
I turn to him. “Yes, it’s my turn to be cruel.”
He rubs a hand against his face. “May… may I touch myself?” he asks ever so politely.
I still for a moment. He’s such a naughty man. I turn back to see I’ve left the door ajar. I walk over and lock it carefully. We are both consenting adults, and the thought of him pleasuring himself while watching me excites me in the most unexpected of ways. “Yes,” I finally say, giving him the go-ahead.
I’m officially aroused now as I toy with the lacy band of my panties, swaying my hips. I watch him intently as he undoes his fly, and reaches into his pants. He closes his eyes for just a second when he grabs his hard-on.
God, I’m turned on. I follow suit, and slip my own hand under the fabric of my panties. I reach down and slide my fingers against my pussy. I’m already wet. I trail my other hand over my breast and with a swift motion of my fingers, I release it from my bra.
“Fuck,” he whispers. “I love your breasts.” His strokes are slow and his eyes are dark and hooded. He’s not rushing, and I like that. I like that we can play together like this, without even touching each other. It might be the sexiest thing I’ve ever done.
My nipples are hard under my touch, and my fingers are eager. I feel a climax coming on and suddenly it’s all I can think about.
“Take the brassiere off,” he commands.
I reach back for the clasp and quickly undo it. It falls to the floor, my breasts in full evidence. I suddenly feel exposed, vulnerable, but only for a moment.
“Touch yourself again,” he urges, breathless. His strokes are hurried, and his body has all but melted into my bed covers. He’s nearing too.
Feeling bold, I reach into my panties again and stroke myself. It feels so good.
We watch each other as we pleasure ourselves. We get completely lost in each other, in the moment. A delicious tingle runs up my spine as my climax nears. I drown in it, savoring every second. I moan out loud because I want him to know how good he makes me feel. He catches up to me as I settle down. I still touch myself, trying to draw out the last remaining droplets of pleasure as I watch him delight in his own. He’s beautiful as he orgasms, and I know this is a moment I’ll certainly never forget.
When he comes to, I throw myself on the bed, and snuggle up close. He’s suddenly shy as I stroke his arm. “You were beautiful,” I say. “I loved that. You are such a naughty boy.”
He smiles. “I promise this wasn’t what I initially intended.”
“Yeah, right.”
“Honestly,” he says. “I thought you’d be shy and demure, and I’d just feast on the sight of your beautiful naked body, but you were playful and sexy as sin. You were driving me crazy.”
I laugh. “It’s the wine.”
“Well, you should drink more often.”
“Probably not at work though,” I point out.
“Yes, it wouldn’t be good for Rosetta to find us like this.”
“You could always lock the door,” I suggest. “For privacy.”
“But then she’d know something was up.”
She already knows, I want to scream, but I let it go.
He untangles himself from me. “I’m just going to go wash up. You stay there on the bed, and when I get back, we’ll slip on that gorgeous dress.”
“You want to try it on first?” I tease.
He shakes his head, and scurries to the ensuite.
I stare at the light fixture on my bedroom ceiling, still not believing what just happened. It was so dirty, yet kind of