He complied. I moved to the other side of the bed and removed my dress, revealing a plum bra and panties. The panties revealed most of my ass and were definitely party-all-night appropriate. After removing my heels, I lay down on the bed.
Dirk stood there, still clothed, and his eyes bore into me, searching for answers.
“Don’t just stand there. You know the drill.”
I positioned myself on the bed. Back supported by pillows, I leaned back against the headboard. My legs were currently together. My knees were bent, and I caressed my thighs out of nervousness.
Dirk undressed slowly, gazing at me the entire time. While he took of his clothes slowly, I could feel my own arousal awakening. He joined me on the bed. He had taken Chastity’s advice and wore boxer briefs that hugged his body nicely. I could see his bulge and my nipples hardened at the sight.
He climbed into bed. I parted my legs. He leaned back against me in the first position. I reached around him and held him across the belly.
“Just relax. Take some deep breaths.” I caressed his belly and his chest as he sunk into a position where I could see over his left shoulder. “Breath deep into your belly. Just pay attention to my touch. How does it feel? What emotions does it bring up? Is it pleasurable?”
I felt his body relax into me as he slowed his breathing. Once he was more relaxed, I started moving my hands over his body. I rubbed his belly, his chest, his traps. I stayed away from certain erogenous zones at first.
“That feels good,” he sighed.
When my hands moved towards his crotch, I saw a twitch in his shorts. I felt wetness between my legs, too.Oh my.
My fingers traced a path along the upper band of his briefs. The bulge in his pants grew. I rubbed his hip flexors, one hand just a narrow inch away from what looked like the head of his cock. Then my hands retreated up his body, caressing his belly, his chest, his shoulders, and his arms.
“Do you feel awkward?”
“No. This feels safe.”
“Do you feel apprehensive?”
“No. Not at all.”
“Do you feel a lack of control?”
“Yes, but I trust you.”
My hands roamed back down towards his crotch and the bulge, which seemed even bigger.
“Your equipment seems to work, Mr. Baxter.” I whispered in his ear.
“It seems to like you,” he whispered back.
I so wanted to grab him and stroke his cock. As my finger slipped under the waistband of his briefs, I knew I was inches away from the head of his cock. I couldn’t run my fingers through his black pubes without touching him. I felt like I was struggling to not start hyperventilating. My breasts pressed against his back and my nipples pressed against the plum fabric.
“My turn?” Dirk asked.
I didn’t know if I wanted to stop, but I also knew my body craved his touch. He might have problems getting an erection with his wife, but he seemed to be well on his way to a raging hard-on from my touch. What did this tell me?
“Yes. Let’s do that.”
We switched positions, and soon his hand was caressing my skin. Belly, arms, shoulders, and even my neck received the blessing of his touch. I could faintly smell my arousal in that moment and I hoped he didn’t sense it too. Or did I hope he did?
When his hands reached my breasts, my nipples felt like they would burst through the fabric. He grazed the sides and the underneath part of my breasts. His hand lifted them and slowly let them down. I hoped he liked the weight of them. Their volume in his hands. When his fingers ran across the exposed flesh above the bra, I thought I might have an orgasm right there in his arms.
I wriggled a little in his arms, and my ass pressed against him. There was no denying what I felt. His cock was pretty damn hard.
In the throes of pleasure, my analytical mind surfaced. So, he can’t get hard with his wife, who must be much hotter than me. He didn’t have sex with me after telling his wife he wanted a divorce. Which means he told her after our wild night in the Cherry Pit. He had crazy sex with me at a gentleman’s club after I danced naked in front of him on amateur night. And now, practicing sensate touch, he has an enormous hard-on.
While my mind was working through the mental reasoning, my body was giving in to his touch. Everywhere he touched me turned me on. My own hands had begun to casually caress the outside of his thighs, which hemmed me in on both sides.
He arched up, pressing his hard on against my ass. I heard him moan just under his breath.
