“Good. Now, I’m going to move my hands across your body. I won’t touch your genitals or your nipples during this session, but…”
“Good,” Dirk interrupted.
Chastity smiled.
“While I’m touching you, I want you to just feel the sensations of my touch on your bare skin.”
She began running her hands over his belly and chest, purposely bypassing his nipples. After running her hands up to his shoulders, she gave his traps a nice squeeze before running her hands down his shoulders and arms. She alternated between a light touch and firm pressure on his skin.
Against her darker olive skin, it was apparent that Dirk spent little time in the sun or in tanning booths. His torso was barely tanned and he looked very light compared to Chastity.
As she worked her hands back to his belly and then to the edge of his boxers, Dirk’s deep breathing faltered.
“You might want to wear briefs next time,” Chastity said.
“Oh, why?”
“Briefs allow me better access to more sensitive points on your body.” She pushed down the boxers a bit to expose more of him. She moved them down far enough that his dark pubes showed, but left his cock still covered. He didn’t appear to be aroused at all.
He also seemed to have stopped breathing.
“Don’t hold your breath. Keep breathing,” Chastity whispered.
“You said you wouldn’t touch my genitals.”
“I won’t,” she purred in his ear with a grin on her face. “Is my touch arousing you in any way?”
“No.”
“What are you feeling? Where does your body find the sensation the most arousing? Or energetic?”
As she spoke, she rubbed her hands on his hips and then across his low belly. Her fingers moved through his black pubes, then up the belly to the solar plexus, before sliding back down to the hips.
“I’m not. Sure,” he replied with uncertainty.
Either he was lying out of embarrassment or for some othermanlyreason. Perhaps Chastity’s touch really didn’t arouse him. I could see no obvious sign of an erection. I also knew that arousal could come in ways that didn’t manifest in the physical reaction of an erection or wetness in the vagina.
“Does this feel good?” Chastity said as she ran her hands lightly through his pubes.
“Yes. And uncomfortable.”
“That’s understandable. And completely okay. Think of this as a mapping exercise.”
“What are we mapping?”
“Your pleasure centers. Places you feel pleasure from touch. How about here?” She ran her fingers with a firmer pressure up the middle of his belly to his sternum.
“It feels good. But it’s not arousing.”
“How about here?” she asked as she ran her hands across his chest, inches from his nipple.
He shook his head.
She asked again as she ran her fingers through his hair, across his face, the back of his neck, down his arms, in the pit of his elbows, and the palms of his hand. He shook his head everywhere.
“Does any of it feel pleasurable?”
“Yes. Your touch is soft, pleasurable. You have soft hands.”
