I got in the car, pleased no one had stopped to chat to me as I was highly aware that my jeans and T-shirt didn’t hide what I was wearing underneath too well. The wet look, crotchless, strappy harness outfit meant my nipples were rubbing against my T-shirt and the straps round my neck were visible.
The warm day made me glad for my air conditioning – but equally made my nipples harder and the thought of what may happen later meant I squirmed the entire 40 minute drive to hers.
We managed a polite cup of tea before she said she wanted to see what was under my outfit and led me to the bedroom. As I placed my hands on her hips over her beautiful dress she stopped me. “No touching” she smiled “not yet” and I screwed my face up like a child in a sweet shop told nothing was for me, but she distracted me with taking off my top and telling me to take off my jeans.
I’m a greedy woman but being told to wait does tick a lot of my submissive boxes and I was aware that I could smell my own arousal from my crotchless outfit and wondered if she was aware too. I was told that what she’d really like is for me to undress her and to worship her feet. She would sit on the chair and I could massage her feet while I sat on the floor. I readily agreed.
I unbuttoned her dress slowly, trying to stay calm and serene while burning up inside. I peeled down her stockings and took my place with the oil. I’m not trained in massage but I’m aware there is a fine balance between being too firm and too light in pressure. Not wanting to tickle her but give her what she needed. Our conversation turned to other lovers and past sexual experiences as I ran my hands over her. My fingers twisting in between her toes was definitely her favourite. She started to squirm with the pleasure and I felt the calmness descend on me as I served her. I knew there was going to be a lot more fun during the afternoon but I was well aware she’d be in control of it and I loved that.
