kittenheels1968
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Feeling achy and needy and can’t sleep, so decided to write a little fantasy, nothing intense, this is just what I need right at this moment, more to follow, and even I don't know where its headed
They’d spent a perfect day together, walking along winding footpaths, holding hands, stopping to rest on benches, and smiling as other couples walked by and caught their eye, to all intents and purposes just another happy vanilla couple in a happy vanilla world.
She was wearing a summer dress, wrap-over style, with a full knee length skirt which caught the breeze and occasionally had to be tamed to avoid exposure. Her feet were clad in pretty bejewelled sandals, maybe a little high for walking so far, hence the regular rests, but she knew her legs looked good in heels, and she dressed to please, always.
Lunch had consisted of crusty bread, sliced ham, cheese, and a basket of strawberries from a road side fruit stand. She had grass in her hair from lying on her back staring up at the sky on a hillside, but he hadn’t told her, he thought she looked cute dishevelled.
They arrived home about 4 and he let her lead the way up the garden path and stood back as she unlocked the door and stepped inside, as always headed straight for the kitchen to put the kettle on. ‘Does it fit yet?’ he asked
she gave him that look ‘that gets funnier every time’ she replied
Walking into the lounge she saw him ensconced on the sofa, sprawled across 2 seats, his legs crossed and his weight leaning on 1 elbow and one hand resting on his leg, just above the knee. She was about to say something when she caught the look in his eye, the slight twitch of an eyebrow, and the set of his jaw.
She froze on the spot, biting her lip involuntarily, her heart skipped a beat and then began to race, along with her mind, which was furiously retracing the steps of the day. Had she been cheeky,? had she answered back when she should have bit her tongue? Had she flashed too much cleavage when there were others around to see? Or was he just in the mood to watch her quake? All of the above perhaps?
He smiled a tight ‘got you’ smile as he watched the realization on her face, and let her stand there for endless seconds, her face first paled and then flushing in what he knew to be anticipation.
Finally, tilting his head to one side as he did so, he raised his hand an inch from his thigh and curled his fore finger in the traditional ‘comehither’ signal. She took a few hesitant steps, stopping barely 2 foot from him as he raised his hand once again. He pointed to the floor now, and she dropped, instantly to her knees, her eyes downcast, fixed on the carpet by his feet, one of which he used to tap the insides of her knees in quick succession, until she parted them. Her hands she place behind her back, where she could wring them nervously without him seeing. Yet more seconds crept past, as he sat listening to her breathe. Watching her lips tremble. Finally he cleared his throat, and sat forward, reaching out and stroking the back of his hand down her cheekbone, and under her chin, tilting her face up until finally she had no choice but to look him in the eye. He showed no expression, just drank in her every feature, and waited. The racing heart had slowed, the breathing had steadied, and her flushed face had calmed down to a warm glow, her eyes shone now with an inner peace, and she let out a soft sigh.
Sometimes all a girl needs is to know her place in this world, this girl had found it, here, at her Masters feet.
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