"Just sit down and relax, daddy," Keri said with a sparkle in her eyes after we unloaded the car. I didn't miss the fact that the bad that she had bought in private at our last stop had not left her hands since we had left the store.
"What's going on?" I asked in confusion, wondering what she had planned.
"You'll see," she said with a seductive smile as she bit on her lower lip. I did not resist as she pushed me down into the center of the couch. She was such a sex woman. They always said it was the quiet ones you had to watch. "Now just sit back and relax."
With my curiosity piqued I did not argue and watched my little girl's seductive form glide around the room. She seemed so alive, so electric. She silently lit candles on the end tables and throughout the room, closing the shades as she went. The room was left in a soft iridescent glow. It was warm. It was sensual.
"Give me just one minute, daddy," she said with a saucy grin on her face as she turned and walked up the stairs. I could tell she felt my eyes burning into her back by the way she swayed her hips as she walked. She was so sensual. She was budding like a rose finally in bloom.
I tried not to get impatient in the dim light in the room as I checked my watch. Becoming impatient I slid my sidearm off my belt and laid it in a drawer in one of the end tables and then slid my blazer off my shoulders and tossed it over the arm of the recliner. The house that we lived in wasn't rich but it was home. It was the home that I had lived with my wife in. It was where I raised my children.
It was home.
"Close your eyes, daddy!" Keri called down excitedly. Silently I rolled my eyes.
"What the hell is going on?" I asked gruffly, more because I hated surprises than anger at my little girl.
"Please!" she begged with exasperation that made my laugh to myself even as I rolled my eyes and closed my eyes as I leaned back into the couch. I would play along with her.
I could sense her movement in the room as she padded in. She was barefoot, I knew. I could smell the aroma of a light perfume that she put on. Jasmine, my favorite. I heard a slight ruffle and then nothing. Wicked thoughts of my girl flitted across my mind as she tantalized my senses.
"Okay, master," she said softly, meekly.
When I opened my eyes my heart skipped a beat as adrenaline raced through my veins. A light sheen of sweat covered my forehead immediately; I was so overcome with desire for the girl standing before me. Never before would I ever have believed my little girl was such a woman, such a divine, prized and sensual woman. But there was no denying it as she stood before me, dressed in a deep red belly dancer's outfit. Her bare sex was glistening under the silk as her swelling breasts pushed against the thin material that wrapped around her, gripping her curves.
With a shake of her head, Keri threw her hair over her left shoulder and looked right into my eyes with a brazen look as she struck a seductive pose. She held the backs of her wrists together, touching one another and bent her right knee so that she stood on the balls of her feet with all her weight on the left foot. To me this was an extremely erotic presentation to me. The backs of a woman's wrists are naturally erotic. They are very sensitive and a true man, I think, know this, which is why it is erotic, the extreme sensitivity to a man's touch. It also outlined the curvature of her hips very well, exaggerating her womanly charms.
I leaned forward silently, drinking in the sight as my heart pounded. Adrenaline surged through my veins. I could not even speak I was so enraptured with her sight. There is so much about a woman that I love. I am speaking of the natural traditional beauty and sensuality of a woman. I'm not speaking of the modern ideas of beauty with the flat hips, flat chest, tall and without the beautiful lines of her womanhood.
I love the small cuddliness of her form, the flaring of her womanly hips and the outline of her curves as she stood before me. I loved the sensual lines of her legs and the natural strength of her calves as she presented herself to me. I love the fullness and sensuousness of her lips, poutingly, waiting to be used and kissed, anticipating and desiring, ready and waiting. I loved the soft sensitive flesh of the backs and insides of her thighs tantalizingly waiting to be touch. I loved her eyes and the seductive shine that they took, knowing, partly, what was in store for her.
Yes, there was much I loved about a true woman, open to her sensuality. There was much about Keri that I loved, now that her sexuality had been unlocked and the door locked behind it, never to allow her hide it again.
So long as her sexuality was under my power.
The look in her eyes was completely sensual. How could a woman not feel sensual and sexually charged posing as Keri was? It had a physical effect on her just standing as such. I think she realized that she was beautiful and was an object of desire for men to view and want. The way that the candlelight danced on her flesh was mesmerizing. Her eyes shone as she held her pose. The woman knew that I was viewing her for my pleasure. She reveled in that presentation. She basked in the attention and would hold the pose until I was finished with her.
The silk seemed to make her even more naked. It was a mockery of clothing which revealed more than it hid. I believe that was the whole idea behind the garment. She must have felt giddy putting it know, wondering about the reaction it would cause in me. She must have felt fear donning it, knowing the ferocity of the desire and passion that it would unleash upon her body. A shudder visibly ran down her spine as she suddenly realized the animal-like lust that I held for her.
"Find me pleasing, master," Keri whispered through slightly parted lips, attempting to break the moment.
I remained silent.
