Birthday - part 2
It seemed an enternity that she kneeled there. In reality, it had only been perhaps a few minutes. She heard the car pull into the drive, and resisted the urge to squirm in her excitement. One must always remain composed, after all. She drew her kneel straighter, pushing her thighs a touch further apart. Her hands rested upon them, palms up. Her eyes were, of course, lowered. That coy smile was ever present. A moment later, she heard him on the porch and the jangle of his keys as he opened the door.
"Beautiful" he murmered as he set his briefcase down. His keys were tossed on the table by the door as he loosened his tie. He faced her fully now, drinking her in. He could see the hint of her pussy beneath the skirt. He smiled, knowing that she would have trimmed the downy soft hair for him. His dark eyes lifted, noting the tease of her nipples against the blouse. He smiled. Soft music drifted in from the dinning room, and he could smell dinner in the oven. She had put a lot of effort into his birthday, and for this, she would be rewarded.
"Stand" he whispered. And she did, the skirt fell into place, and she hurriedly smoothed it with her hands. He smiled. All this time, and he still couldn't control that fluster she always showed. He pointed to the living room, and she turned to lead the way. A brief pause only, as if a thought struck her.
"Master...dinner..." she breathed. He shook his head and smiled. Dinner could wait. It wasn't often that she took such care to greet him on her knees. "later" he muttered, following her closely. He could feel his loins stirring as he watched her walk. So delicate, her steps almost feline. Her body swayed deliciously when she moved. The perfume she wore was light and sweet, teasing his senses.
"Beautiful" he murmered as he set his briefcase down. His keys were tossed on the table by the door as he loosened his tie. He faced her fully now, drinking her in. He could see the hint of her pussy beneath the skirt. He smiled, knowing that she would have trimmed the downy soft hair for him. His dark eyes lifted, noting the tease of her nipples against the blouse. He smiled. Soft music drifted in from the dinning room, and he could smell dinner in the oven. She had put a lot of effort into his birthday, and for this, she would be rewarded.
"Stand" he whispered. And she did, the skirt fell into place, and she hurriedly smoothed it with her hands. He smiled. All this time, and he still couldn't control that fluster she always showed. He pointed to the living room, and she turned to lead the way. A brief pause only, as if a thought struck her.
"Master...dinner..." she breathed. He shook his head and smiled. Dinner could wait. It wasn't often that she took such care to greet him on her knees. "later" he muttered, following her closely. He could feel his loins stirring as he watched her walk. So delicate, her steps almost feline. Her body swayed deliciously when she moved. The perfume she wore was light and sweet, teasing his senses.