“Take off your jacket. It’s a bit warm in here with the fire.” His eyes watched her as she slowly took it off, her breasts straining the buttons of the white silk blouse as she arched her back to take it off of each arm. He reached out when she offered it to him, placing it neatly on the ottoman. “You are a lovely girl, but you know that already.”
“Thank you, Michael,” saying it with smugness.
“Now your blouse. Take it off.” He said it with coolness, almost a natural thing for him to say.
She looked at him, her fingers shaking as they reached up to the top button and fumbled with the button. A button that she had done thousands of times but now seemed almost impossible. It finally popped open, her fingers moving down to the next one, this one a little easier as her nerves began to calm down. She wasn’t sure what she was doing except for obeying him, not sure how far he would go to test her. Obedience, he had said it before. She pulled the blouse to the side as she popped open the third button, revealing part of her white lacy bra. It was cut low as though she knew this would happen, or maybe just hoped it would. Her chest heaved up and down as she tried to fill her lungs with air, her face flushed as she looked at Michael as her fingers continued with their mission. She finally pulled the silk blouse from her skirt, one last button to undo. She pushed it to the side, her bra exposed to his eyes. And his eyes were fixated on her breasts. She unbuttoned the cuffs, finally pulling it off her arms. She folded it and handed it to Michael as if it were the most normal thing to do. She watched as he placed it on top of her jacket.
“You have lovely breasts, Monika. Do you want to take off your bra and show me your bare breasts?” Her abundant cleavage was revealed, no cross to draw his eyes, only lovely tanned flesh. His hand went down to his pants, her eyes following as he un-cramped his rigid cock in his pants. His cock jerked when she unconsciously licked her lips.
“Anything for you, Michael.” Some of her nervousness was leaving, Monika feeling more secure, though the uncertainty of what he would ask her to do did scare her. After all, she wanted this as much as he did. Her hands went behind her back, deftly unsnapping her bra. She crossed her arms in front of her, slipping the straps off of her shoulders, cradling the bra under her hands, still covering her breasts. She waited, teasing Michael, finally letting the bra fall to the floor, her hands covering her naked breasts. Her nipples felt huge as they stuck into her palms like sharp points. She saw his impatience, Monika letting her hands slipped to her sides, her hands hanging uselessly as her fists clenched into a tight ball. She looked down, her breasts showing no tan lines, standing up like sharp cones, her nipples pointed and hard. Michael’s eyes didn’t leave them, not a word came out of his mouth.
Her breasts were much nicer than Dana’s, Monika’s nipples larger and harder, dark brown areolas surrounded her nipples like giant targets. Her breasts were heaving up and down, her face flushed as she stood half naked in front of him, showing him her body for the first time. He wanted so bad to press his face between them and suck her nipples, but he needed to tease her, to make her want him as much as he wanted her. To make her willing to do anything to get him. And she would have to on Friday. Michael stood up, his eyes feasting on her naked breasts as he walked behind her, her head turn slightly to see where he was going. “Lace your fingers behind your head.” He was behind her as her hands came up, her fingers joined at her neck. “Push your elbows to the side.”
She didn’t notice it before, but there was a large mirror that shone back her reflection, Monika seeing Michael behind her. Her face was flushed as she saw how she looked, naked from the waist up, her hands behind her head thrusting her naked breasts out. And her nipples hard as rocks, the slightest breeze in the room sending a tingling through her breasts. Would Michael touch me? She held her breath in anticipation, wanting so bad to feel his fingers on her nipples. “Mmmmmm,” trying to quell her moan as Michael’s hands slid around her waist. He pulled her back until she felt the unmistakable bulge of his cock on her ass, her pussy growing wet in anticipation. She wanted him inside her, wanting to turn around and touch his cock, take it out and stroke it. She began to move her hips from side to side, hearing the gentle rustle of her skirt on the front of his pants.
Michael felt her masturbating him with her ass, enjoying her movements, his hands sliding up her bare skin, a gasp from Monika’s lips as he touched her. His hands slid slowly up her sides, feeling the goose bumps appear on her skin. He felt her putting her head back onto his shoulder, her body surrendering to him.
She gave into him, leaning back against him, her body on edge, her breasts waiting for the touch of his fingers, her nipples aching for his touch. She looked in the mirror, watching his hands as they slid up beneath her breasts, holding her breath as she waited for the first touch. She wanted this so bad. His hands came up, in front of her breasts, her nipples almost feeling like they were reaching out to touch his hands. Then she felt it, not a hard touch like she was expecting, but a light touch, Monika barely able to feel it as his palms brushed lightly over her swollen tits. She arched her back until her nipples pushed into his warm hands, hard tips rubbing back and forth over his palms, barely able to hold back her moans of pleasure.
He wanted to pinch her nipples, but he barely touched them, feeling her body shiver in lust. She couldn’t wait, thrusting them wantonly into his palms, Michael teasing her by moving them farther away, Monika not to be denied, pushing out harder, her back arching obscenely.
“EEEEEWWWWW,” her nipples throbbing with blood in sync with the rapid beat of her heart, his hand rubbing back and forth over the swollen tips. Then she realized that it was her, not him that was moving, seeing her reflection in the mirror, her back arched, her chest shaking back and forth as she teased her nipples onto his palms. “Please!” Her voice begged for him to touch her. “Touch them. Don’t make me beg.”
Michael would never deny an aroused woman her pleasure, his hands moving in and encircling the firm, young flesh of her breasts, feeling the hardened points jab pointedly into his palms. He squeezed them, still gently, his hands moving back and forth to continually tease the swollen tips. His fingers sought them out, his fingernail outlining her areolas, moving closer and closer towards her nipples.
She was sure that she came in her pants, her panties wet, her thighs clenched tightly together as if she could somehow quench her lust. No one had ever touched her like this before. Most boys pawed at her breasts, considering that foreplay. Not Michael, his hands were teasing her, his sharp fingernails rubbing around her areolas, drawing closer and closer to her nipples. Her legs were ready to give out, feeling like rubber as she leaned against him for support. “OOOHHHH,” his fingernails rubbing all around her nipples, the edge of his nails feeling like sharp knifes as they sent tremors of pleasure between her legs. “EEEEEEWWW,” finally getting what she desired, his strong fingers gripping her nipples and squeezing them. Her nipples were so sensitive, sure they were connected to her clit as he squeezed and pulled gently on her nipples, Monika looking down to watch as he stretched them. He twisted them as he pulled them, Monika arching her back.
She had to have the most sensitive nipples he had ever seen, her moans of pleasure more from someone being masturbated than having her nipples played with. He would remember that, having a number of ways of stimulating them, from pleasure to pain. His hands went under the soft under belly of her breasts, hefting them up, his fingers continually curling around the nipples. “Do you like your tits played with, Monika?”
She couldn’t lie if she wanted to, he heard her moans of pleasure and she didn’t want him to stop. “Oh yes, yes.” She felt so comfortable with his large hands around her naked breasts as if they belonged there. Suddenly they were gone, her breasts neglected as he moved in front of her again. “Don’t stop!” She hated it, but her voice sounded so desperate.