The shop on the corner.

I lead her out the back and into the alley, I keep my steps controlled because I have a long ass stride when I am in full walk mode.
She doesn't blink or look confused, she just smiles and follows and I feel excited and a little crazy, I can't help but giggle.

"This is the route I always take.. since everyone else is opening up there shops and we all know each other. It's completely safe." To the right are the stores, the coffee shops, pet store, bike shop, Mr.Fengs Sushi, in a whisper, "Do not eat there.. not the best fish." and I give her a wink.
To the left are Houses, everyones house, no ones house, I don't even know my neighbors.

Finally, behind my house, the two story white house with the big garden in back, I open the gate with my key and welcome her in.
"My garden where I grow herbs and tea an veggies for the healthy me..an Rupert, my Dwarf Banana tree.." Rupert sits in the middle on a brick walk way, but I lead her to the stairs and I look back as I walk up them backwards.
I turn at the landing and use my second key to unlock the back door and punch in the security code, thank you Mr.Alarm for being quiet.

And I step in, "Welcome to Casa del Xaviera.. "

One over sized couch an one chair, further in is the kitchen to the far left from the door is the bathroom which can be seen. And then ladder just across from the door, the ladder that leads up to my cozy sleep loft, because I am nuts and don't have a real bedroom.
 
She never gave me a chance to feed my meter. I hoped like all hell that I wouldn't get a ticket as she led me, willy-nilly, through the alley.

I could see her trying to control her strides, worried that her longer legs would allow her to get away from me or make me have to jog to keep up. She shouldn't have worried. I am short but most of my height is leg and I stayed in the top three for years on my track team in high school. She wouldn't have made my feet go any faster than I wanted.

While we walked, she talked. Bits of gossip, pointing out shops and what have you. I could feel the grin hovering over my lips and I couldn't banish it, not even when she introduced me to her tree.

I followed her up a set of stairs and waited patiently as she unlocked and disarmed her alarm. Finally, I stepped inside and allowed my eyes to settle on the two large, airy rooms before ascending the ladder in my minds' eye. a beautiful place, quiet, cozy.


"Very nice, pretty X girl. Now then...."

I headed for her couch and plopped down lightly, a wicked grin stretching my full mouth from ear to ear.

"Lose the vest, the boots....I am still deciding on whether or not it's safe for you to lose the jeans....then come over here and sit down."

One small hand patted my lap. I waited.
 
I giggle, I can't help because no matter where this goes, she makes me feel special right now.
I take off my vest alright, I take it off slowly from the top, not to slow. But I want her to enjoy the taking off... Of the Vest! tah dah.

Then, I sit on my foot stool, who else has one of these? my grand mother?
I pull my pant leg up and pull down the zipper, One boot stuggles off, the another.
I stand and brush out my hair and walk over, I turn with just a bit of flounce, because I think she deserves it and I settle down upon her warm lap an drape an arm over her shoulder.

"My couch is so much better today than yesterday."

I am all smiles and happy and I think it shows.

[Sorry, was called away]
 
Lithe curves settle lightly against me and it takes ALL of my vast control to not lose my hand in her hair, tugging the locks so that I can nibble along her throat, tasting her skin. She smells yummy~like sweet and rich coffee beans. I want to eat her all up.


"I ain't sure bout your couch, but is certain my lap ain't been this happy in months."

A low laugh, my eyes sparkling up into bright, glittering hazel.

"And it's a good thing I let you keep your jeans, X. For sure, your nether region would so not be safe right now...after all, I can feel your heat on my thigh...'

Hands curve round her body, positioning her so that I can rest my cheek against hers.

"So, you bright, intelligent, sexy thing...did I hear correctly? You play violin?"
 
If someone else complimented me as she does, I would wait for the sales pitch, mind you.. if she wants me to buy stock in her bed room? let me get my check book!

I shiver as she nibbles my neck, a soft gasp and i rub her shoulders, she is all Boi with a secret layer of woman.
"Yes, My momma an daddy wanted me to grow up to do concerts. I almost chucked it till i fell in love with it." I point the corner where my baby rest in her case, the amp for the cable feed right next to it.

"They purchased me a really nice one, I learned on it an then sold it to get this modified Electric number that can also be played with out amp."

My fingers brush along from her shoulder to neck, "Want to hear it?"
 
Soft sexy accent that gets honey thick, the longer she talks. I hadn't wanted to do anything that would make her uncomfortable BUT she had offered...and I love the way a woman looks when she is lost in the depths of creativity.

"I definitely want to hear you play...but first..."

One hand, callused fingertips, grips her chin and turns her head towards my own. A soft smile that moves close enough to touch her mouth. Teeth find, worry, bite...a puffy pink lower lip. A tongue darts out to taste the corner of her mouth. Hand rises, gripping hair, holding her still.

I explore her mouth, her lips, thoroughly. And when I finish, I release her.


"Now...you can play for me."
 
She says something, did she say something? I know she did, it was just before my mind turned to happyness and then after.

"Yes, I.. yes." I stand up, blink, giggle like an idiot an I walk over to my Violin, it's less then five feet away and it feel like a wonderful afternoon strool. I want to go back and sit down again, but I said I would.

I bend over and pick up my baby, I adjust a string, test the vibrations and then I set her to my chin.
What to play?

I close my eyes and I let my heart decide, It's far smarter than I will ever be, and it comes fourth so easy.
 
Light brown eyes close as I listen to the soft music that pulls me ever deeper into her presence. Any stringed instrument, if played well, gets that result from me. The need to wallow in it's bliss.

I force my eyes open and watch her as she bows, Her eyes are tightly closed, her body swaying to the music. A violin player doesn't just use fingers and hands, they play with their whole heart, their bodies.

She plays with everything she has hidden~passion and brilliance and sweetness. I listen until the very end...and when she finishes, I clap for her...and smile


"So beautiful. Thank you."

Hand pats my lap.

"Back to me please. "

I watch her as she puts her violin down, replacing it with love and respect. She moves so gracefully~like water flowing. The tightness of her jeans are a distraction.

"Before you do that...please, go find something to slip on that doesn't make me think you can't breathe. Sweats. Something comfy. You are a beautiful woman, you don't need tight clothing to prove it...." A wicked smile.
 
I nod and smile, taking my bow and accepting the praise.
I move across the room to my closet and open it up an walk in, I look at the dresser I hid in there and ponder 'Skirt or shorts?' I choose skirt because she is right, I really want a bit of freedom from my jeans now and damn it, I can rock a skirt.

I choose the calf length peasant skirt since it works well with my breezy poet shirt, I peel off my jeans and notice how damp I really am. The tissue i used is nothing but a mess, I'll need to move to the bathroom to freshen just a bit.

I toss the jeans into the hamper and then look at my pantie collection, as if they will get to stay on. I put on the skirt and am a bit glad that she can't see in the closet, an maybe a bit disappointed.

I emerge with my new clothes "Just one micro sec please." and head to the little Xaviera room. A careful clean up and a check upon my most bare mons, just a thin strip of fuzz like an exclamation point of defiance really.
I adjust my skirt and emerge again and walk straight to her and carefully settle down, assuming the position she set me in as before.

"I am glad you liked my playing Kayla, really.. "
 
I waited impatiently as she dashed off. Her legs moving quickly, her butt making sexy little circles that drove me absolutely crazy. When she returned, in a pretty calf length skirt that drew my eyes immediately to her legs, she excused herself yet again. I wondered what she was racing all around for, as I had already made up my mind that no sex was going to occur on this day.

I even thought I meant it...until she sat her softness on my lap. And then my brain took a deep dive into the nether realm.


"I love it when women are inherently creative in ways that I am not..."

Her heat was pulsing through her skirt and I wondered, not for the first time, if she were wearing some sort of panties. Clearing my throat, I pulled her closer with one arm, while my hand wandered up over a gorgeous leg.

"Are you wearing panties, pretty X girl?"
 
My face is hot and I know it shows as i try to look her in the eye and say "No Kayla, I have not been wearing any.. all day." an right there is where my voice breaks.

She is looking right into me and I am wanting to show her the brave me and it isn't there.

"I just had to um, clean up a bit." I use that as an excuse to look away at the bathroom, "I don't want to be a mess and all, or smell weird or.. I should hush now." and can feel the pull of her eyes as I turn back, my breathing is coming just a bit quicker.

She could trap with those eyes, that voice, and she knows it.
 
Well then, color me...happy. Still, rushing into sex wasn't my way. Even so, I could feel my heart rate speed up, the pulse pounding in my ears. No point in being less than what I am, is there?

"No panties, hmm? I think you want me to see...but I won't look...yet. Instead, raise up slightly and shift your skirt out of the way...so that your bare bottom is on my lap. "

I waited, my left hand lying palm up on my lap. If she did as I said, I would have a handful of girl bits when she resumed her seat.
 
I know I did not turn the heat on, in fact, I use a space heater when I need it.. but I am sure I am sweating just a bit.
I do as she ask me to, my pulse racing so fast, I can hear the soft roar in my ears and I lick my lips like I have not had a drink in a day.
I adjust my skirt as I stand sit up just a bit and when I settle, It's like she has a branding iron under me I jump that quick, I look her in the eyes and settle back down slowly, and I know I am panting and I don't want to but I can't stop and Oh god, a heart attack isn't far off now.

"Ah.. is this better?" and I want to keep my eyes on hers, looking away and she could brush aside any thing she wanted with a wave.
 
Left hand cups, strokes...teases. Her butt and other bits are burning up and I know that my teasing of her soft skin will make words harder for her. Thoughts too. Doesn't matter. I shift her on my lap, using my right hand, pulling her back so that her body is more aligned with my own and her wet heat is just over my open palm. I give a low laugh then, my eyes holding hers captive.

"Better? Not yet. Give me time..."

Then, I slowly insert one finger into wet confines, swirling it in slow circles.

"Hmmm...almost there...."

Left hand presses forward...and a second finger joins the first. The movement is not an in and out. Instead, it's a deep circle, feeling every bit of inner pink flesh. She's wet and tight and hot.

"That's better."

I grin at her, wide and innocent.

"So then, what do you do on your days off?"
 
Fire, burning deep in me burst up and higher, cheeks hot, everything goes just a bit crazy as I keep eye contact and it scares me for just a few heart beats when everything gets a bit blurry. A soft gasp escapes because she sneaks inside me and touches the right places but doesn't.
She has a map and knows where the path is to send me over and she is just playing on the boarders for now, then a second finger and a soft moan escapes.
And then a question.
what did she ask, why is it so loud in here? oh yes, because my ears are ringing with the roar of blood rushing through my system.

"Wwhat do I dOO? oh, nn shit. I " I draw a blank, I do thing, this feels so good, yes, there! no.. back there.. please? shit what was it?
"I play Violin at the shop! .." I pant and I feel my lips tremble, "I watch movies or go hang with fingers.. FRIENDS! I mean friends.."
I am her violin, I am her musical instrument and she is so very adept at playing me, the audience goes mad and stands up for her.
" .. I aah, I what do I do.. I read books.. no clubs, i hate clubs.. too many knuckle draggers.. OH SHIT." where did she just touch me? were those stars?!

"I really don't go outOOOUT!" and I feel my hips twitch and jerk, she is a concert mistress an her instrument sings for her.
 
The questing fingers do not stop their teasing. Not while she is attempting to speak, not while her face is blood red. Not while she stammers out all sorts of nonsensical statements. If anything, I decide that I should start with the in and out now...and do so, eliciting sweet little whimpers for my efforts.

"So you are a homebody who does lots of things at home, hmm"

My empty right hand moves upward to caress a full breast, blunt finger tips tugging at a nipple, hard and then soft.

"Does this mean I don't have to take you out to spend time with you? I can just rent some movies and cook you a meal...and have you to myself?"

Breath in her ear, my tongue flicking out to taste her earlobe...fingers speed up...but I know that she needs something else....I just don't want her to have it...yet.

"Stand up, pretty X girl. Hold your skirt up for me....so I can see you..."
 
She plays me, drives me, she controls me with each and every subtle action and they are subtle. Nothing bold 'Wham, there ya go bitch!' .. control, perfect and sweet and all hers.
"Yes Kayla." I lie, I don't want to stand, i get to my feet, I want to wrap my arms around her and worship her with my tongue, i bend down, face hot with excitement, legs shivering, I almost loose eye contact and damn if I I did not almost panic.
I want to dive on her and make her so happy any way I can, but I begin to lift my skirt because she told me to.
I stand up and I bring my skirt with me, I can feel cool air on damp thighs and my mons twitches just abit with that same coolness.

"Yes, I like quiet places, secluded places Kayla an that's why I live here.. in my own house with distant neighbors." I bite my lip, have I said too much, do I sound crazy?
She looks at me and she will say if I am an it will be so an maybe she will fix it or make it better.
 
I lean in, studying the gorgeous piece of flesh she is offering up to my eyes. I can see the wet slickness, the puffed lips. She has a need, I think. But...we won't be fixing it today. After all, she's worth far more than a fuck...

"Very pretty, X girl. Just as plump and wet as I knew you would be."

Brown eyes lock on hazel.

"Be a good girl and get your fingers nice and wet for me...I want to taste you from your hand..."

A wide grin...

"I am waiting..."

Mouth opens slightly, pink tongue questing out to tease my bottom lip.
 
With my right hand, I gather up my skirt and with my left, I slowly lead down to where my fire rages. I don't need to tease anything as she already has me on edge and I am so ready for what ever she wants.
my index finger explores familiar ground, I know this land as it is my own, I slide into the right places, slowly, using one finger to enter, the others to help open and display.
I have never done this before, with anyone.
I close my eyes just a bit, I don't want to loose contact because I know I'll wake up and she will be gone, this is a dream and I am still alone and telling myself lies.
But she is here, and I dip my finger into the well and draw fourth my cool nectar because she wants to taste of me.
I show her the soft pink flower that is mine and then slowly, I present it for her and I hope I am quenching and intoxicating at once.
 
Soft lips surround the proffered digit and suck it into the heat of my mouth. A low moan as tongue quests all around the slim finger, taking the sweet and salty flavor she is sharing...away.

I swallow.


"You taste...lovely..."

Brown eyes gaze into hazel.

"However, I did not want to move this fast....I like to...learn more....before I turn a girl into a writhing mess...."

One hand flies out, jerks her close, nose buries itself into the juncture between her thighs....

"Since I can not seem to control myself very well....I think it's time I left."

Other hand latches on to sexy hip, as tongue tip snakes out to run lightly over hardened pink nubbin of flesh.

Licks...once, twice...before I rise...five feet nothing of brown boi with tousled curls.


"No worries, I will call you soon as I get home...and you can play yourself for me...over the phone...."

A slow thorough kiss and then I make myself move away, to the front door.

"Talk to you soon..."

Door opens, closes...and I am gone.
 
It happens like a bolt of lightning, or so i feel.
I am hers, there, now, hard, hot, on fire and ready and then, words telling me what is happening and I have no say and I want to say something, she takes from me, just a bit, but more than enough and I am nodding my head and then she is gone and I am stunned.
it then occures to me to protest, to demand an explanation of this and i can't help drawing a ragged moan from deep inside because I know two things right then.
One, empty rooms answer no one.
Two, I would just have agreed if she had told me to stand on one foot and bark till she called me.

the door is closed and I can hear her making her escape like a goddess thief and I long for it, "ok.. bye.. i'll be.... waiting."

I could run up into my loft and get myself off now, I won't.
I can drop to the floor or couch and do it, I won't.
I have a shower, i have an entire mostly unused house to play in and I won't until she calls me.

I run to my closet and look for the extension cable for the phone and plug it into the outlet, then string it up and into my loft.
I then carry my phone up into my loft and set it by my bed.
I watch it, waiting for the ring..... 20 min later i go down and get my laptop and bring that up into the loft.
Two things I never bring to the loft, phone and laptop.
Kayla, you have power to break my rules damn it.

I lay back an wait, i want to rub and touch myself, but I shall wait till she calls.
 
Being in control means knowing when your control is gone.

When I had left her loft, my control had been held by the thinnest of threads. Not good. So I knew escape was the only way I could maintain some sort of focus on what I had hoped to learn.

Not every Boi thinks with their cunts. Not every Top lives for sex. Not every stud wants to fuck a girl she barely knows. I damn sure don't want to. Not because sex is bad...but because I don't jump into bed with just anyone...and I damned sure don't just start barking orders to a woman that doesn't belong to me.

So...escape.

I made it to my car just as my meter started flashing red. With a sigh, I unlocked the driver's side door and slipped behind the wheel. A few long moments later, I put my car into drive and pulled out into traffic.

Even so? Her scent, her taste...lingered. I knew I was going to call her just as soon as I made it in the door of my town home. She had made it so that I would have to...just to hear her whimpering little purrs.

Twenty minutes.

That's how long it took to get to my house. Twenty minutes. Seemed like every red light in the world was trying to make me wait. When I made it home? I heaved a loud sigh of relief and climbed out of the car.

Then, inside, stripping out of the jeans and tee, slipping into a black wife beater and comfy sweats that were stashed just inside the front door, on a bench. I padded barefoot through the living room~my pile of clothing and boots held in one hand. legs carried me to the third floor swiftly and once there, I tossed the clothing into the laundry chute, before replacing my boots in their accustomed place in my closet.

Finally, I retraced my steps and flopped down onto the couch, grabbing my house phone from it's stand. Slim fingers dialed her number. I waited, stretched out on my back, for her to answer.


RIIIIING.
 
My phone rings, I watch it an I even pinch myself. Pick up the phone stupid!

"He hello?" Oh god, it's gonna be mom an I was about say 'I am naked and have no panties on.'

That would go over well, I close my eyes and command myself to relax, be cool.
'Are we cool Honey Bunn? yea.. just like Fonzie.' i'm quoting stupid movies, I giggle.
 
Her voice brings a smile to my face.

"Hello, pretty X girl. Are you comfy? Ready to entertain me?"

The laughter I release is sheer boi machismo. It ain't my fault. She brought this on herself.

"So then tell me...what are you doing? I want to know...are you naked? Wet? Stretched out and ready?"

My voice is doing that thing~low, husky~ I want to fuck you til you cry...thing. I can't help it. She caused it.

"C'mon, X girl, tell Kay all about it..."
 
Again, from the base of my spine and right up into my spine, a fine perfect shiver and I can't stop myself from giving her a moan, there, she knows.
I clear my throat and blush even though I am alone. "I am naked up in my loft. I am stretched out on my bed and thinking it's too small, or I am gonna need a bigger bed in one of the bed rooms." Because she deserves a King size bed for her Boi sleep." and I am closing my lap top, Without my blankets, my toes tend to get cold.. but strangely, I am very warm Kayla, burning up really.."

I stretch, giving a content sigh because i know something is about to happen, "My nipples, very hard, kind of hurting Kayla. and Wet? I am gonna put a towel under my ass because I don't want my matress to double as a sponge."

"I can hear your voice.. and roaring of my own pulsing blood Kayla."
 
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