She seemed to examine my penis up close. I could feel her breath as she took it all in… the tip, the hard shaft, the pubes that surrounded my cock and my balls, which were tensed and ready. Then she grazed her fingertips all along my cock before finally giving it a kiss on the tip.
“You really do look good down here,” Kate told me. “Very nice.”
With that, Kate rolled back on her stool and stood up. “Your turn,” she said.
I took that as I sign I should start masturbating. I half-heartedly grabbed my cock and started looking around, as if to say, “Where do you want me to ejaculate?”
Kate understood my confusion and corrected me.
“No, Greg, I want you to strip me.”
Another bug gulp as I swallowed. I could feel my Adam’s apple moving in my throat. My mouth was going dry and my palms were sweating at the thought.
“Are you sure?” I asked her. I then felt incredibly stupid for asking. A drop-dead gorgeous woman was asking me to take her clothes off… and I’m giving her the chance to say no. Idiot!
I looked at her and she nodded her head ‘yes’.
I took a deep breath. I’d done this only a few times before with my ex-wife, but rarely were the lights on when it happened. I was about to take off the clothes of a beautiful woman with the lights on. A dream come true!
As I stepped up close to her, I wondered how I could do this as slowly and seductively as possible. So I got real close and put my hands carefully up near her collar. With the edges of her blouse near my fingertips, I brought my fingers down slowly to the first button. I let the backs of my hands graze up against her blouse–enough pressure on the back of my fingers so that she could feel me through the fabric. All the while I was looking down at her breasts as she looked at me. Once again, I could feel her breath on me, her breathing escalating with every passing moment.
At that first button, I undid the button and pushed her blouse open a little wider–wide enough to notice she was not wearing a bra. My pulse quickened at this revelation. I made my way down to the next button and the next, each time opening her shirt a little wider but still not exposing her. I finally pulled her shirt tails out of her skirt and undid the last button.
With her shirt now open–my gaze never leaving her breasts–I brought my hands back up and put them on her bare shoulders just underneath her shirt. I pulled my hands apart, which allowed her shirt to slip off her silky smooth shoulders and onto the floor. Her breasts–her glorious breasts–were now fully exposed to me. Good looking c-cups, there was a hint of a tan line from a bikini top. Her bumpy, brown areolas looked amazing, as did her nipples, which appeared to be very aroused.
“May I?” I said, gesturing to her breasts indicating that I would very much like to touch them.
With a smile and a nod ‘yes’ from Kate, I placed my palms at the base of each breast so that my thumb and index fingers encircled them. I could feel Kate’s heart beating wildly as I slowly slid my fingers up to her nipples, kneading her breasts along the way. I gently pinched each nipple–the were almost as hard as erasers. Kate closed her eyes and moaned as I did this, so I ran my fingertips over her nipples again and again to keep them stimulated.
Now that I had not only seen Kate’s breasts and felt her up, it was time to move to the next phase. So I took a page out of her book and stepped behind her.
Now it was her turn to feel my breath as I gently caressed her shoulders, back and arms, occasionally bringing my hands forward enough to graze the sides of her breasts. I then moved down and started caressing her thighs. Kate slowly started swaying as I brought my hands all the way down her thighs to her knees and back up to her waist. With my right hand, I found the zipper on the side of her skirt, which unzipped with ease. I put my thumbs inside the waist of her skirt and slowly started sliding it down. Her skirt brushed against my hard cock, which all along was pointing straight out, Once it hit the floor, I bent over to pick up both her shirt and her skirt. I placed them on the arm of the office chair and turned to see Kate now facing me wearing nothing but the heels and a lacy thong.
“Like what you see?” She asked me.
“Absolutely! Without a doubt, you have the most amazing body I’ve ever set eyes on!”
Her perky breasts jiggled a little bit as she giggled at the compliment.
“Almost done,” Kate said to me.
With that, it was now my turn to have a seat on the stool. With my cock jutting out, I wheeled to her as she stepped close to me. I put my hands on her hips, then traced the waistband of her panties all along the top and bottom. I also grazed right over her pussy. She flinched, but in a good way. It was obviously tender to the touch and felt very warm and a little damp. I then hooked my thumbs through her panties up by her hips and slid them down, never taking my eyes off her pussy. I first saw a small, narrow strip of black pubic hair. It stopped just above her pussy lips. As I pulled down, I noticed the rest of her area was waxed and very, very smooth. She stepped out of her panties and I picked them up off the floor, resisting the temptation to sniff them knowing I had her love box just inches away. I tossed them over my shoulder in the direction of the office chair, not caring where they landed.
I looked up past her breasts to see her face. It was almost as if she was an angel–a canned light above created a halo around her head. She was smiling at me as I looked back down to her pussy, which was now beginning to glisten. I caressed the folds of her labia and up to her now engorged clitoris. I thumbed it back and forth; Kate let out a clearly audible moan while her left knee buckled. She quickly righted herself, using the rolling cart to balance herself. Then I leaned in and gave her pussy a big kiss, mine lingering longer on her than her kiss on my penis.
I looked at her as she moved back. Clearly this was Kate’s show and I was just a very willing player.
“I want you to stand right here,” Kate said as she put her hands on my hips and guided me to stand in front of the client’s chair.
Then she sat in the client’s chair facing me.
I wasn’t sure what was going to happen next, but I did have one simple request.
“Can you leave the heels on for me, please?” I asked in a pleading manner.
“That was the plan all along!” said Kate. I was certainly enjoying her “plan” as well as her confidence and of course her perfect and perfectly naked body.
Kate then slid her naked ass down to the edge of the cushion so she could recline a little bit. Her legs were now splayed, which gave me an excellent view of her pussy, now noticeably very wet. With both hands, she started kneading her breasts, but her right hand quick slid down her belly to her love. Once there, I watched her middle finger disappear up to her knuckle. Her back arched so that her ass was completely off the chair. Only her neck on the back of the chair and her high heels were keeping her up. She actually moaned “Greg” as she worked over her clit. It was then that I realized I was stroking myself.