Just looking at the teensy strips of Amy’s new underwear had me aching like I hadn’t all week. I was torn between anger and lust. I nodded slowly not having anything more to offer her.
“Good, I think I saw some floor cleaner under the sink along with a cheeky point or two.”
The clack of her heels bounced off the wooden walls around us as she strut toward the bedroom.
I’d been wondering all week why she was giving me an early gift but now it was certain, I thought rummaging under the sink. I was in no position to argue locked away like this. Broken and powerless, I had no choice but to grovel at her feet and then thank her for the chance to do so.
The smell of fumes wafted slowly from the floorboards as I scrubbed attentively. Did she have any idea how much I wanted that trip? Did she think I could just sit at home all break?
Before I could let my aggravation boil over, my concentration was broken by the most jaw dropping sight I’d ever been fortunate enough to witness.
Still wearing her heeled sandals and crop top, Amy stood in the doorway hand on hip, my present gleaming like a gilded arrow.
In my frustration I hadn’t even heard her coming. She looked beyond incredible, even pulling the straps high up to her waist.
“Well? It’s quite something isn’t it?”
A swelling below sent pangs of discomfort through my body, but I didn’t care.
“You… You look awesome Amy…” I said, unable to hide my adoration.
Amy giggled, pleased taking a step closer, one-foot in front of the other as if on a catwalk.
“I knew you’d be just as pleased as I am… Don’t let me distract you too much though, we have to be off soon.”
Peeling my eyes away, I scrubbed harder than before knowing I now had an audience. I had never seen her this close to naked before. The gold detail on her top… She loved making things match. She’d planned this.
Suddenly a clack made me jump. I turned to see the toe of Amy’s high heel pressed into the floor behind me. Her other up on the coffee table just above my head. My line of sight traced from her toes up her long, tanned legs and ended at the gleaming gold slit above my face.
“You’ve earned this Pauly, it’s ok to look a moment.”
I was transfixed at the golden, gleaming, statuesque sight above me.
“Did you ever think you’d see a G-string worth more than your entire wardrobe?”
Kneeling frozen in silence, my sponge was now motionless. Amy’s foot lifted beside me as she turned to give me an even more incredible view. The glimmering material traced down her hips forming an elongated triangle, disappearing into the crack beneath them, framed by her blushing, rosy cheeks.
“A whole year of work just for my G-string…” Amy traced her index fingers under each cheek. “A golden boy woven into real gold and tucked up my tushy just to make me happy…”
I started rocking back and forth, in unbearable restraint.
“How about a thankyou big guy?” Amy asked, looking over her shoulder, one finger placed intently on her right cheek.
“I… you know I like them… Thankyou Amy.”
A dissatisfied smirk spread across her pretty face.
“You know what I mean, don’t be shy, you’ve worked hard for this,” she said tapping her behind less subtly.
Inching forward and kneeling higher off the floor, I moved my face nervously up to Amy’s perfect ass. I couldn’t believe where I was, I’d thought about being this close to her body forever. After a hesitant beat, I placed a gentle kiss on her cheek, her skin every bit as smooth as I’d imagined. She paused before shifting her weight, placing her other cheek at my lips. As if under a spell I gave her an even more loving kiss, grateful for the opportunity.
“Quite a way you’ve come from sneaking little peeks at my panties, huh Pauly?” she teased softly, throwing her head back and running fingers through her jet-black hair in relaxed satisfaction.
Shifting again, this time onto both feet Amy leant forward a fraction. The dark crevasse that had swallowed up my new present, now gently touching my nose, rocking subtly side to side beckoning me forward.
I placed a hand on each of her thighs to keep my balance as I leaned in and kissed passionately, hypnotically knowing somehow it was what she wanted. Amy let out a moan of approval before leaning away a touch.
“Bit better than another secret glimpse at one of my thongs I think…”
Turning back around she took a step closer, my golden filled eyeballs level with her gilded lips.
“This has made me very happy Pauly… As a thankyou why don’t I leave them on for the night?”
I nodded in eager agreement.
“Remember these were a gift for you so it’s your responsibility to look after them. You’re to have this G-string dry cleaned after every wear do you understand?”
Still in a trance I didn’t offer any objection.
“Once you’re done with the floor you’ll be on ninety-four… Well done bud,” she said with a smirk.
Amy turned to strut toward the bedroom. Once more a foot clacked in front of the other, her key glimmering almost as much as her delicate golden panties twisting slightly with each step.
*****
A calm look for a calm mood I thought to myself applying a final touch of foundation to my cheekbone.
My content reflection peered back at me in quiet approval. I was certain Paul would be pleased with his gift but I hadn’t anticipated how wonderful it would make me feel too. I looked down between my legs, still uncovered from my earlier show. I needed to finish getting ready but I couldn’t bring myself to hide my magnificent new panties.
I felt spectacular in them… Like Cleopatra. Deserving of worship. I’m sure Paul would’ve felt a bit tight downstairs as I flaunted myself but it was worth it, I decided. I didn’t mean to cause him undue pain but feeling empowered like this was marvellous.
Standing, I took one last look at my wonderful reflection. I didn’t want to stretch the subtle wrought iron like pattern but pulling each strap up past my hips made the look all the more authoritative. Even if it was giving me a slight wedgie… Maybe I could have Paul tend to that sometime, I mused.
“Paul your present is causing some discomfort at the back, you’re to tend to it please,” I could say to him… He’d go bright red if I did that, I knew it. Give me that look of befuddlement as I draped myself over the sofa. “You heard me. Get up off the floor, pick the G-string out from my tushy and then get back down to cleaning again. I feel a discomfort between my cheeks.”
I felt wet just thinking about it. That was the only downside to my new method, I was in a constant flustered state and never far away from needing some alone time to satisfy myself. Paul would give anything to do the same I’m sure but there was something unbecoming about young male lust. I on the other hand, had sophisticated needs that should be met. It was harder for me anyway, at least Paul didn’t know what he was missing.
Heading to the closet, I skimmed my mind for eveningwear options. Tonight, called for something elegant, I decided.
A gasp filled my chest at the sight before me. I must be imagining things, I thought… Had I asked for dirty laundry to be piled up in the suitcase with everything else? I’m sure I’d remember that. I thumbed through the garments at my feet. These were clean… Nothing folded. Just an inconsiderate mess…