The warmth of the blanket is comforting as it covers me from her eyes. She turns back around to the fire as though she just lost interest in what I was doing, as if I took her fun away.
“You should get out of your wet clothes and into something dry.” I walk into the bedroom and open my drawer. “You can borrow some of my things.” I grab a one of my sweatshirts, a pair of boxers and some pajama pants before making my way back out.
When I re enter the room I first spotted the blanket piled up on the floor with a wet top and skirt laying next to it. My eyes move up from the pile and two long legs point my eyes in the direction to keep looking. They are slender yet muscular, they look as smooth as silk. They are pale and pick up the glow of the fire.
I try to shake off the feeling that grows and give her some respect but I’m fixated on her beauty. Her hips help create her perfect hourglass figure. She has soft lines that are feminine. Not too soft but not over toned either. She stands in front of me with confidence. Her shoulders back as she stands tall. She has pulled her hair forward and wrings it’s it with her hands. The water drips down her belly as it falls.
She stands before me in only her bra and panties but she doesn’t seem shy in the least. She has a confidence herself that adds to her appeal. The fabric of her bra fights to contain her subtle breasts, the fabric has turned sheer, her panties the same. I can see the pink of her nipples even though they have subsided thanks to the fire. A well trimmed bush is evident under the thin material that makes her underwear.
I know I have stared too long so I force my eyes to look up. She is watching me intently. A sheepish smile is upon her face. She’s still biting at her lip. I hold out the clothes for you as I step closer. “I know they are too big for you but they will keep you warm.” You reach out letting your hair fall between the peaks of your breasts. With out hesitation you walk to the couch and set them down. I turn to walk back to the bedroom to give you privacy but your cold wet hand grabs my arm. I stop in my tracks. Do I dare turn around? Do I risk her seduction any longer? I only have so much control and she knows it too.
I wait for a moment frozen in my tracks. I hope that she will give in and let me go, but she doesn’t. Instead she steps in front of me blocking my path to the bedroom. Her eyes look at me with determination, with purpose. I don’t dare blink, I’m so captivated. She finds the folds of the blanket I am wearing and pulls open the blanket I have around me. She pushes it off of my shoulders. I feel it crumple at my feet. Her hands come to rest on my chest. Her hands splayed out greedily as she moves them down my pecks. They travel down my ribs and belly until her thumbs hook under the elastic of my boxers. I tilt my head slightly as I feel the fabric move across my ass and slide over my penis as she pulls them down. The wet fabric plop to the floor as she releases them. I feel a sense of embarrassment as I look away but I don’t move. I don’t stop her. I just let it happen.
Now I stand before her hungry eyes naked. I’m exposed to her pleasure and delight. She steps back one step as she looks me over. I wonder what she thinks of me as I feel insecure in front of her. My eyes close for a second but open wide when a shock of cold embraces my cock. Her hand takes hold of me firmly. The cold of her fingers circulated through my veins as the blood rushes through my penis as it grows under her influence. I’m stunned by the sensation of her hand on me and how quickly my body reacts. Her hand doesn’t move away or wander elsewhere. Instead, she holds tight as she steps back into the living room using my cock like. A leash. She walks me back to the fire before turning to face me again still not letting go.
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