Holding Sara like this is heaven, and almost makes me forget what we're doing here. With an effort of will I slowly pull away from her and move to stand by the bed. The first thing I do is to unlock the handcuffs, leaving Sara to believe she isn't going to be restrained anymore. Sliding my arms under her thighs and upper back I slowly lift her up and move her farther down onto the bed.
She's a little twitchy, not sure of what my next exploration of her body will be. Gently placing her arms by her sides, I make sure everything's in place and gently turn her over so she's facing downward. Moving my right arm under her hips, I lift her up and position the pillow better. Then, with my hands trembling with excitement, I slide my fingers under the panties at her hips and begin sliding them off of her body.
Having the handcuffs taken off me leaves me feeling euphoric, now I will be able to touch Sir! He picks me up and puts my body back down on the bed, lying fully on it. My arms are placed by my sides, and he slowly rolls me over so my back is turned upwards, and I can feel a pillow under my middle. He slides his arm under me and gently lifts me up, moves the pillow a little, then sets me back down. The pillow is comfortable, and the way it's placed is raising my ass up high. With a wave of excitement I feel his hands slide under my panties and slowly slide them down my legs! Pulling them off, his hands glide back up my calves and stop on the inside of my knees, then begin pulling my legs slightly apart. I feel my sex being exposed, easy prey for whatever it is that Sir is going to do. All I can do now is wait for whatever he has planned for me.
I sit there for what seems like a long time, looking at the beautiful, perfect expanse of skin waiting for my touch. Reaching out with my right hand I place it barely touching the side of her neck, move down across her shoulder, then begin a slow teasing glide down her back. The almost violent tremor that shakes her body signals her awareness that the next phase of my conquest has begun.
Moving my fingers randomly over her back I revel at the softness, the smoothness of her skin focusing all my attention on the nerves underneath my fingertips. She squirms a little under my touch, unable to control her bodies reaction to my caress. I keep this up until I sense that she has been brought to as high a peak of arousal as this teasing touch can achieve, and I move on to the next step. Placing my fingertips around the dimples just above her tempting bottom, I begin to caress those two spots and start again seducing her with words.
"So soft, so soft. I remember one time we were walking together in a crowd and someone jostled you, and I reached out to steady you. You were wearing a halter top and your lower back was uncovered. That one little touch nearly overwhelmed me, the smoothness of your skin, and in my mind I imagined the heat of your body warming my hand. Shortly after that I lost you in the crowd, or you left me behind, but I could still feel the texture of your skin for hours."
"Another time I came up behind you, and you didn't know I was there, and probably wouldn't have cared if you'd known. You were wearing a mans shirt with the bottom half lifted up and tied off just beneath your breasts, and you had a pair of capri pants that were low on your hips. These two beautiful dimples here (gently running my fingers in a circular motion around them) were on display to my hungry eyes, and I imagined they were calling me, asking me to fall to my knees and kiss them, lick them. So many things I dreamed of doing to your body, the pleasure of touching you is almost more than I can bear!"
The feel of the feather earlier was wonderful, but it pales in comparison to Sirs touch on my back. He started out lightly touching the side of my neck, and then slowly trailed his fingertips down my neck to caress my shoulder, then began exploring my back, sometimes with his fingertips, sometimes with his whole hand. Slowly tantalizing the hungry nerves under my skin, taking his time to fully explore my back. Gradually the need grew in me, and my breath again started to quicken. My body gently moves under his touch, not by my conscious will but simply reacting to the pleasure I'm receiving. Then, as if that wasn't enough, again he arouses me with words, telling me how he worshiped my body, how he lusted for me.
Shortly after that he began to run his fingers over the cheeks of my ass, sometimes softly patting them with his hand as if to imitate spanking me, sometimes cupping a cheek in his hand and squeezing it. Placing his hand flat on my lower back he slowly ran his hand down the cheeks of my ass, and kept going, and I realized he was going to again drive me wild by caressing the inside of my thighs!
How many times has Sara sat in my lap, her soft/firm bottom capturing my attention, causing my cock to begin to swell? How many times have I reached around her to grasp those two warm cheeks so I can lift her up and bring her body close to mine? How many times have I shortened my stride so she can walk in front of me, her hips swaying and her ass rotating to my admiring gaze?
Propped up with the pillow under her, her ass is shown to its full effect, the smooth skin hiding firm muscle beneath it. Gliding my hand over and over those twin mounds, occasionally pausing to cup one cheek and gently squeeze it, it's almost more than I can bear. I want to bring my mouth to her ass, kiss and lick it, then bite a cheek and marvel at the faint teeth marks on her skin. I tell myself firmly to control my desire, not yet, not yet. I slowly let my hand move from those dimples down over her ass, and lower, and I feel her body tense a little, she realizes what's next.
Oh God, Sir starts his fingers slowly caressing down the inside of my left thigh, and I tremble violently at the surge of need that slams into me. Up and down, up and down, sometimes moving in a straight line, sometimes moving in swirling motions. I start softly crying, the sensations are too much! I can feel my body start to move, and it's movements are no longer haphazard. My hips are moving up and down, my pussy searching for stimulation, my vagina needing Sirs cock. "Please Sir please," I hear myself begging," fuck me, fuck your Toy!" My pleas are momentarily answered when I feel Sir begin to move his body towards me, then dashed when I feel his lips on my neck, gently kissing me.
