Sexy and Erotic Literature, ... The Boutique of Naughty Delights, part 2  

Sorceror07 54M
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12/23/2005 5:38 pm

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Sexy and Erotic Literature, ... The Boutique of Naughty Delights, part 2

My wicked smile melts warmly and I cup her jaw with both my hands, gently bringing her face slightly to me as I move close to her…. lovingly giving her forehead a soft kiss above the center of her eyes, which she closes… she sighs softly…I kiss the tip of her aquiline nose and softly brush my lips against hers, using my lips to gently nibble her upper lip… I feel her knees give a little bit. She moans lightly, softly, delicately. I disengage and say with a smile in my voice “Enjoy the shop, my pet, I’ll be back shortly.” I turn and slowly walk to the door of the shop, almost strutting, feeling her eyes on my back and not turning around to catch her at it. I know she is looking, she likes the view. Occasionally I’ll turn around to catch her just to see her blush, but on this occasion I choose not to… I exaggerate my strut slightly for her pleasure though, I’m a heavy metal lead guitarist, my band kicks ass, and I walk it like I talk it. My stride says it all to her.

As I approach the door to exit, taking out a cigarette, I light it and leave in one fluid motion, exhaling the smoke once I’m outside. I pause to deeply inhale the next drag… ahhh! I needed that… after what I’ve just done and been through a pause to relax, reflect and relive the experience in my mind is as welcome as the experience itself was erotic. I turn around and look through the window and spot her looking through a rack of short mini-skirts, the sales lady is with her, helping her find ones her size. I refocus and see my own reflection in the glass, I study it. The imperial I have growing through my goatee is almost long enough to braid now, perhaps a few more weeks and I will do just that. I twirl and twist it in my fingers bringing it to a point before taking my next drag. I see the reflection of my tattooed right arm, the dominance of the red dragon starting at my shoulder and ending at my wrist still needs more color to contrast and offset it still, I have some room left under my forearm and under my upper arm for that. I make a mental note to design something for that and bring it to my tattoo artist later this month, time I stop procrastinating on that. My mind drifts to the song the band is currently writing as I absently take drags from my cigarette, lead parts and permutations spontaneously generating their own possibilities and impossibilities, then fade out as my focus redirects itself on her. She is headed to the dressing room with a handful of skirts on hangars. I flick my cigarette into the street and re-enter the boutique.

An outfit catches my eye… it’s a one-piece long sleeve short leg cat suit made of terrycloth gauze… it’s predominantly white, with colorful patches on it of chartreuse, orange, cyan and magenta. It’s striped in a most unusual fashion: every 3 inches there is a bare strip 2 inches wide going horizontally around the whole outfit….wearing it would be like a wearing a spring winding around your body. I saw one like it on a mannequin in the window. It looks like the perfect outfit for an exotic dancer to wear in a top-notch high-class gentleman’s club. I find one that is in her size and take it off the rack while I stride over to the dressing room.

I hear her singing “Crazy”, by Aerosmith softly to herself as she’s trying on the short sexy leather skirts she’s chosen. Her voice is melodic, sweet … Her back is to me in the fitting room, the beads are swaying back and forth affording me little glimpses of her beauty. I stand off slightly to the side not wanting to be noticed or to interrupt her, hoping that she doesn’t notice me in the reflection of the mirror in there. Not yet at least, I’m enjoying the view right now. Her skin is flawless, her muscle tone is awesome, her tattoo work is exquisite, colorful and placed upon her perfect lovely body in the sexiest of places. She looks like a goddess from a Vargas painting wearing nothing but those boots as she tries on the next leather skirt… this skirt is an 11 inch velcro tear away wrap around. The leather looks distressed and extremely soft and pliable. Holding the outfit I picked off the rack for her in one hand, I find myself gnawing on a knuckle of my other hand. Oh what an affect she has upon me! …This beautiful creature, this exotic temptress, …and she knows it too -- and she never uses it to take advantage of it either with me, much to her credit.

Once she’s done adjusting the leather miniskirt, she begins smoothing it against her hips with both her hands… her hands linger on her body… her eyes are half shut as she sways slightly… in time to the song she softly and sweetly sings to herself… she moves her hands slowly up her waist, up her torso, cupping her breasts… I can see in the mirror through the slowly swaying beads her thumbs and fingers softly tweaking and playing with her nipples… those beautiful hard golden nipples! Does she know that I’m only a few feet behind her? If she does, she’s not letting on. Her eyes are closed, one hand remains on her breast playing with her areola and nipple while the other one she slowly moves down, caressing herself along the way… I hear her breathing deepen, she moves her hand to her thighs… running them along the supple smooth shiny patent leather of the boots I put on her. Running her fingers gently along her leather clad inner thighs, she bends her knees to spread her legs, her eyes still closed… she stops her humming/singing, parts her lips slightly, exhaling… I hear a soft longing moan. She moves her hand up and between her soft firm thighs and touches herself briefly, I hear her inhale sharply and see her shiver. I smile to myself, enjoying her appreciate herself. She starts to remove her hand from in between her thighs.

“Turn around” I say softly, startling her… she whirls around and gasps “MASTER! I ---“ smirking wickedly I growl subtly…softly… ”Sit down…” She stutters, “MASTER, p-please, I didn’t know y-you were–” Reassuringly I say “Shhh…. Hush my pet, sit down” pointing at the stool in the dressing room. She sits down, her knees together. “Hmmm… spread your legs a bit.” She does. “A little more.” She complies “Continue with what you were doing just moments ago, my pet.” She blushes hard, a little flustered, she opens her mouth to say something, perhaps to protest, perhaps to ask something… then she sees me biting my lower lip… gnawing it… the gleam of lust in my eyes… she knows I want her… she smiles wickedly, wantonly… she places a fingertip on each knee…making a show out of spreading her legs apart more… a wicked naughty look flashes from her eyes… she caresses her inner thighs, starting at her knees slowly up her thighs, tracing patterns from the leather of the boots… closer… closer… closer… god I can barely stand it! Closer!! She parts her lips a little, breathing deep… and… contact! She exhales sharply, biting her lower lip hard!

Her eyes are on me, running up and down my body, lingering on points of interest she enjoys. Her left hand caressing herself up to her bare naked breasts, fondling herself as she rubs herself hard on her button, moisture accumulating between her thighs, she slips a finger inside herself and sighs in a barely controlled shudder of pleasure… she is close. She looks at me hungrily, the look of a wild animal in her eyes, her upper lip flares, “MASTER!” she growls in a low urgent hushed tone, “I’m so fucking close!” I smile sedately, glance over towards the sales lady… she’s on the phone… another customer walks into the store… I look back at my pet, “Very well, … NOW! And make it be loud enough for me to hear it…” she grits her teeth as she inhales sharply “oooooh!” she whimpers…” oooohhhh!” again, quivering on the stool… she shakes… “Oh! No!… shit!” a shudder ripples through her, she writhes uncontrollably as ….”UUUUNNNNGHHHH!!!!!” …she cums hard for me! I can feel a drop of pre-cum work it’s way out of my rock hard manhood, which is straining against my tight jeans. My god she’s beautiful! She looks at me hard, “MASTER, I need You, “ her voice quivering with aftershocks… “I know you do, my pet”

I glance down, to between her thighs, her black little thong is soaked, the leather mini disheveled and damp in spots…”Do you like that skirt?” I ask and she responds hoarsely “…yes, it’s perfect, SIR …it made me feel, …you know… sexy!” “That’s good,” I reply “Because it looks as though I’m going to need to buy it now.” She glances down, and blushes….

To be continued.... patience is rewarded, part 3 is already half way done


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_Safira 53F
11260 posts
12/23/2005 6:10 pm

*puuuurfect*

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silkysmoothlegs3 105F

12/23/2005 6:16 pm

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
so sensual


rm_metalmama69 42F
3878 posts
12/23/2005 8:55 pm

Oh MASTER! Thank you!!! mmmm


duststormdiva 51F
6854 posts
12/23/2005 11:28 pm

That was erotic!!!

DustStormDiva


Sorceror07 54M

12/24/2005 8:57 am

safira: & wiggles eyebrows

silky: just you wait 'till part 3

metalmama: still several more articles of clothing to get, amongst "other" things

dusty: it isn't all about whips and chains

...That which does not kill me merely pisses me off!...


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