Early AM

Leading Wendy into the house, my hand at the small of her back, I toss the keys on the table without stopping, the strength of my hand on her lower back pressing her forward. Not speaking, looking straight ahead, I lead her into the bedroom, stopping her in the center of the most open area next to the bed. She is nervous. I haven’t spoken since we left the restaurant, which is unusual for me. My hands reach up and grasp her upper arms, turning her to face me. Her eyes rise to meet mine, hesitantly, not sure what she will find there. I look at her with desire and lust, she sees something else, something she cannot name but sense is much more powerful. Incredible need, maybe? No, that can’t be, can it? ” Are you wearing panties?” I ask quietly, my hand reaching down to the hem of her dress. ” No. You told me not to,” Wendy whispers, unable to speak any louder, her voice a bit shaky.

Wendy stands perfectly still feeling my calloused hand lightly caress the smoothness of the inside of her thigh as I raise her skirt. She flinchs a little as my index finger slides up to part her lips, feeling her wetness. ” Good girl,” I rasp as I turn away from her, dropping the skirt of her dress. Wendy feels empty in the absence of my touch. She watchs my back as I walk to a chair across the room, removing my jacket and loosening my tie as I go. Wendy wonders if I will use the tie later on her and shudders in anticipation.
I turn to her, looking at her again with that intense glimmer in my eyes. She is frozen, a little afraid of what that look may mean. ” Take off your clothes,” I command, while unbuttoning the top two buttons on my white dress shirt, my tie now dangling around the open neck.

Wendy reachs up to unclasp the neck of her halter dress, allowing the straps to fall, releasing her breasts. She sees my chest move as I breathe in, my hand reaching up to rub my chest, as if my heart actually hurts. She reachs back around her waist to unzip the lower part of the dress. The rasp of the zipper sounds very loud in the silence of the room. As the zipper lowers, the dress slides off her hips to fall in a heap around her ankles. Feeling emotionally as well as physically naked, Wendy stands straight again, wearing only her heels and thigh high stockings. She wonders what I see when I look at her. ” The stockings, too,” I growl, my voice husky with desire.

She reachs down to roll first one, then the other stocking slowly off of her legs, stepping out of her heels at the same time. She picks up dress, stockings and shoes, and look up at me. I walk slowly toward her, reaching out to take the clothes from her. Without looking away from her eyes, I place them in a nearby chair.

” Spread your legs shoulder width apart and place your hands on your hips,” I command. She slides her feet apart, feeling the cool air on her wetness, and places her hands on her hips, thrusting her breasts out, the hum from the ac as it kicks on the only sound. I stand in front of her, my eyes trailing down across her body like a caress. She shivers as she feels the breeze from the ac brushing across her skin, feeling goose bumps rise and her nipples harden. After a minute, I begin to move around her, taking slow, purposeful steps, my eyes never leaving her body. She hears my shoes swish against the carpet as I move behind her, getting closer with each step, my body heat warming her skin where I almost touch her. Wendy wants to turn to me, to see me as I look at her. The look in my eyes as I gaze at her body making her feel beautiful.

Wendy feels a slight breeze along her back as I turn away from her, hearing me opening a drawer. She trembles, her body already amazingly sensitive, I have yet touched her. She feels me behind her again, my body radiating warmth against her back, and yearns to feel me against her. She flinchs as my hand touches her hair, running down the length of it, caressing it, running it through my fingers. She longs to tilt her head into my hand but dare not, biting her lower lip to keep from moaning aloud. She sees my hands above her head, lowering the blind fold I have taken from the drawer. Her body quivering as I cover her eyes.

” Stand perfectly still and don’t speak unless I tell you to,” I rasp, my voice vibrating against her ear sending shivers through her body. She feels me lift her hair off her neck, my breath hot and moist against her skin. She hears me inhale deeply, wondering how her scent affects me, if it creates the same feelings that my scent does for her. She imagines my eyes closing as I savor her sweet smell. Does her scent arouse me the way mine arouses her ? She feels herself growing wetter with that thought.

She is trembling as she feels my whiskers brush against her neck, her body craving the feel of my mouth. Wanting to feel me firm against her back, my arms around her. She wonders when I will touch her, and feel surprisingly cold when I step back releasing her hair. She can hear my shoes brush against the carpet as I move, feels the heat from my body as I circle her, imagining my eyes as they travel over her body like a caress. Her body burns, begging for my touch. She knows that I’m in front of her, can feel my body heat radiating, hear my clothes rustling as I move, my weight sinking into the carpet. She feels me as I move leisurely around her, a slight brushing against her skin as my hand reaches out to almost touch her but not quite making contact.