the time
as 19:46. He was his usual early and waited patiently while the
minutes ticked by. Looking for signs of life, he noted a light
upstairs was on.
At eight, the porch light went off. James
thought that was odd. He was concerned the client was headed for
bed instead of going out.
The front door opened and an arm came out,
waving him inside. James reached in and turned the vehicle off,
grabbing the keys to lock it.
He headed in the door and was met by Stacy
wearing a cut away dress with a slit up the sides, baring her leg
to her hip and her chest to her belly. Emerald green set her red
hair off and she was decked out with makeup and jewelry.
"Greetings Miss Davidson, my name is James.
Perhaps you'll remember me from the wedding." James started.
"Hey, yeah! I remember you well." directing
him to her dining room. Two candles were lit on the mantle, but no
other ambience was on.
She offered him a seat and chose one
herself. James, ever the gentleman, pulled her chair out and slid
her in. Taking his seat, he asked, "Where would you like to go this
evening?"
With a wide smile, she said, "Cloud
nine."
This was James' cue, he supposed, and he
didn't want to ruin it. Perhaps she didn't want to go anywhere and
Cathleen's idea of 'As Directed' is totally different from his.
Looking deep in her eyes he said, "I hope to take you there."
She reached over and untied his tie. Pulling
it off him and tossing it on the back of a chair, she reached for
the buttons of his shirt. Looking back into James' eyes she leaned
in for a kiss. He read her like a book and gave her a soft brush,
then a deep kiss.
This girl wanted passion and James was good
with that. Nothing wrong with taking things slow, but they would
pick up speed when things heated up. Stacy had her hooks in him,
pulling off his jacket. Placing it on the back of a chair, she
turned to get his shirt. He unbuttoned the cuffs and she did all
the rest. Now he sat there shirtless as she eyed him over. She
fondled his chest and twirled the thin hair in the center, "You're
just as I imagined." and leaned back in her chair saying, "I want
to see more of you."
Her lust had affected him and he felt the
heat rise in his groin. But he got up anyway and kicked off his
shoes. Unbuckling his pants he lowered them as slow as he could go.
When he felt his cock on the zipper, he slowly ran it over the
hump. The underwear had him trapped; his cock was hard half-mast,
snaking over his balls, leaving a bulge for her to see and a hint
of things to come.
Stacy sucked in her breath as James dropped
his pants. He looked the part of a model with his blue bikini
underwear leaving little to her imagination. "Turn around" she
whispered, "and put your hands behind your head." He stepped around
and did what was asked, the candle light reflected off the muscles
of his back and ass. "Flex for me." she ordered and James tensed
his shoulders and back, and then worked to his ass and legs.
Holding it there a few seconds then, began rippling his muscles top
to bottom.
It must have had the desired effect because
James heard her moan. This brought his head around over a shoulder
and he saw her masturbating through the slit of her dress to the
sight before her. Giving her privacy while she lusted, he faced
once more away from her, flexing his ass and back over and
over.
She brought herself to orgasm and finished
with a sigh. James swore he heard her suck her fingers and his cock
twitched with the imagination of it. A few seconds ticked by and
James was ordered, "Back up to me." and he complied.
Her hands reached for his gluteal muscles
and she caressed him a little while. Bringing her hands to his
sides, his underwear was lowered. She rubbed her cheek on his ass
and groped his leg muscles up high. Squeezing and kneading, she
moaned on his ass and kissed him on a cheek.
James welcomed the relief he felt on his
cock as the bikini was removed. The freedom allowed him to grow as
nature demanded. The breath he
as 19:46. He was his usual early and waited patiently while the
minutes ticked by. Looking for signs of life, he noted a light
upstairs was on.
At eight, the porch light went off. James
thought that was odd. He was concerned the client was headed for
bed instead of going out.
The front door opened and an arm came out,
waving him inside. James reached in and turned the vehicle off,
grabbing the keys to lock it.
He headed in the door and was met by Stacy
wearing a cut away dress with a slit up the sides, baring her leg
to her hip and her chest to her belly. Emerald green set her red
hair off and she was decked out with makeup and jewelry.
"Greetings Miss Davidson, my name is James.
Perhaps you'll remember me from the wedding." James started.
"Hey, yeah! I remember you well." directing
him to her dining room. Two candles were lit on the mantle, but no
other ambience was on.
She offered him a seat and chose one
herself. James, ever the gentleman, pulled her chair out and slid
her in. Taking his seat, he asked, "Where would you like to go this
evening?"
With a wide smile, she said, "Cloud
nine."
This was James' cue, he supposed, and he
didn't want to ruin it. Perhaps she didn't want to go anywhere and
Cathleen's idea of 'As Directed' is totally different from his.
Looking deep in her eyes he said, "I hope to take you there."
She reached over and untied his tie. Pulling
it off him and tossing it on the back of a chair, she reached for
the buttons of his shirt. Looking back into James' eyes she leaned
in for a kiss. He read her like a book and gave her a soft brush,
then a deep kiss.
This girl wanted passion and James was good
with that. Nothing wrong with taking things slow, but they would
pick up speed when things heated up. Stacy had her hooks in him,
pulling off his jacket. Placing it on the back of a chair, she
turned to get his shirt. He unbuttoned the cuffs and she did all
the rest. Now he sat there shirtless as she eyed him over. She
fondled his chest and twirled the thin hair in the center, "You're
just as I imagined." and leaned back in her chair saying, "I want
to see more of you."
Her lust had affected him and he felt the
heat rise in his groin. But he got up anyway and kicked off his
shoes. Unbuckling his pants he lowered them as slow as he could go.
When he felt his cock on the zipper, he slowly ran it over the
hump. The underwear had him trapped; his cock was hard half-mast,
snaking over his balls, leaving a bulge for her to see and a hint
of things to come.
Stacy sucked in her breath as James dropped
his pants. He looked the part of a model with his blue bikini
underwear leaving little to her imagination. "Turn around" she
whispered, "and put your hands behind your head." He stepped around
and did what was asked, the candle light reflected off the muscles
of his back and ass. "Flex for me." she ordered and James tensed
his shoulders and back, and then worked to his ass and legs.
Holding it there a few seconds then, began rippling his muscles top
to bottom.
It must have had the desired effect because
James heard her moan. This brought his head around over a shoulder
and he saw her masturbating through the slit of her dress to the
sight before her. Giving her privacy while she lusted, he faced
once more away from her, flexing his ass and back over and
over.
She brought herself to orgasm and finished
with a sigh. James swore he heard her suck her fingers and his cock
twitched with the imagination of it. A few seconds ticked by and
James was ordered, "Back up to me." and he complied.
Her hands reached for his gluteal muscles
and she caressed him a little while. Bringing her hands to his
sides, his underwear was lowered. She rubbed her cheek on his ass
and groped his leg muscles up high. Squeezing and kneading, she
moaned on his ass and kissed him on a cheek.
James welcomed the relief he felt on his
cock as the bikini was removed. The freedom allowed him to grow as
nature demanded. The breath he
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