Her eyes roamed his body, taking in each line of his muscled torso as he rested on the pillow at her feet. Her pillow. Her boy. She smiled to herself but never let it show. Her face stayed placid, almost bored as he waited patiently for her command. Kersti enjoyed the time with her boy. Each hour at work passed so slowly when she knew he would be there waiting on his pillow for her arrival. Today, she felt those hours and, so he would too.
Kersti shifted in her chair, hardly looking in the boy’s direction now. She inspected her nails, toyed with the leather of the chair, and occasionally slide her fingers along the exposed curve of her breast just to hear the catch in her boy’s breath. Again, she fought back a smile. She would keep this up until he was begging for her attention.
“Yes Miss.” The boy moved his body slowly. She could see the nervousness in his eyes. His body moved with little rhythm. His embarrassment only served to make her yearn for him more. He danced his awkward dance for her pleasure and she watched the blush in his cheeks and the roll of his hips.
Standing she moved around him as he danced. Her fingers reaching out to lightly drag along his arm, then his shoulder. She raked her nails across his back sending shivers down his spine, but he never stopped moving. Such a good boy.
Kersti stopped in front of the boy, kneeling on the floor and dragging her fingers along his chest. Looking him in the eye as she swirled a light fingertip around his nipple. His back arched and his breath caught but he never wavered. She was impressed with his devotion. It would earn him a bit of fun.
“Stop, don’t move.” The order was quick but firm. He froze in place, arms up, chest out, and body open for her pleasure. She moved to the floor, arching her back before him and spreading her legs. Letting his eyes roam her body as she felt the moisture soaking her thin silk panties. She smiled at last as his eyes found that soft mound. Seeing the bulge in his pants flex and throb made it all the more fun as she laid back and ran her hands along her thighs and stomach.
“You have been very patient.” She cupped her breasts in her hands, rolling her fingers over the nipple covers that barely hid her hardening tips. Her own back arched, pushing her breasts up as a faint moan escaped her lips. Lust filled her eyes as she looked up at him and wished for his hands to roam across her curves. Soon, but not quite yet.
“Perhaps you would enjoy a little bit of a reward.” She looked again at his swollen bulge moved to stand. “Undress and let me see just how much you need it.”
He did not hesitate. Lowering his arms to undo the button of his pants, he pushed them down to his knees. The boy was smart, never taking his eyes from hers and never standing. She commanded his attention, but also kept him in his place. Her own eyes dipped down, darkening with desire as his freed cock came into view. She moved her leg forward to drag the leather of her boots against the thick shaft and the boy shuddered. His eyes closing for a moment as the pleasure of it filled his senses.
She moved a step away, allowing him to finish pulling his pants off his bent legs before kneeling quietly before her again.
“Lay down and stroke yourself slowly for me.”
He laid back on the cushion, shifting to plant his feet on the floor on either side of her. She turned a bit, not standing directly towards him. Her face placid again as his hand gripped his cock and began its task. She glanced at him occasionally, as if bored again. The only betrayal of that truth being the damp patch formed on her panties. She waited so long for him today. He wouldn’t have to wait for her much longer.
Story by: MysterMitch Resident
Furniture used: ::WS:: Wisdom Chair
::WS:: Slave Cushion Heavy Duty
Models: Toby Giranamo