Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 16

"I know. I know you'll do only as I ask, and that you'll stop if I ask you too.

"That's right, I will."

"Then please, please continue do to what I have asked of you." The depth of her desire was clear in her voice.

I was quiet then as my hands moved up to the top of her blouse and carefully unbuttoned it, pausing after each button long enough to detect any change in her demeanor. The only sound I could detect was that she was breathing a tiny bit faster and taking slightly more shallow breaths.

When I reached the last button, I spread the blouse until the sides were laying completely open. As I felt carefully for her bra, my fingers came upon an unexpected blessing... a font closure. I could not believe my luck... I had been unsure how I was going to be able to unclasp it from her back. I carefully undid the single catch of the closure and spread her bra until her completely bare chest and breasts were open to my gaze and more importantly, my reach.

The bra was shiny white and also made of silky material. This bra was intended to look good, as it really didn't need to provide much support. The fringes of the cups were surrounded with lacy material, as were the straps.

I moved a bit then, getting as comfortable as could and also moving Sylvia a bit as to provide easier access to her breasts, chest and surrounding areas. She moved easily and purred as I moved her shoulders back to lay her back against my leg.

I waited a moment to be sure she was still happy and then moved my hands to the top of her breasts. They were small and my hand easily covered them.

Her breath caught as my hands fully covered her breasts, and I stopped moving. "No, no, no... it's good, It's good. Please, don't stop again unless I ask you to."

"As you wish", I whispered.

My hands lovingly massaged her small breasts, my fingers pulling lightly on her nipples, feeling them harden as I continued to massage her. As much as I wanted to, there was no way for me to get my head close enough to them to envelope them in my mouth. Something I could reach at a later time perhaps.

I continued massaging and gently kneading her whole upper front torso from the tops of her shoulders down to her perfectly formed stomach.

I moved my hands along the side of her body, my fingers splayed to reach her flesh as my palms moved down her sides. I kept massaging every part of her breasts, from the barely defined side slope of them, the areolas, the colour of them starkly contrasting her white skin, the nipples, pink, narrow and very hard; as well as all the other areas I could reach without crossing more than a couple of inches below her belly button.

"Hmmmm... hmm... oh that feels nice, but... uhm...ah... I really need you to go a bit lower."

I was impossibly hot now... I could feel the beads of sweat running down my face and down my neck. I had to wipe the stinging drops of it from my eyes.

"How-much-low-er do you want me to go?" asked, putting an unmistakably heavy emphasis on each syllable of the three words every man dreams of hearing.

"Until I ask you to stop. You will stop when I ask you to, won't you?"

"Yes, I will stop when you ask me to", I affirmed.

"Please continue then", she whispered as she closed her eyes. "And stop stopping..."

So my hands traveled further and wider encircling her around her stomach and then sliding my hands down to the top of her waist. Fingers quested for new ground as my hands moved, seemingly of their own accord.

My eyes were closed as my brain drew pictures of what my hands were feeling. Her skin was so soft, not a spot or any other imperfection that would blemish her body. Her skin was also dry and very, very hot... my hands could feel the heat rising from her as they worked to fulfill her desires.

It was not too long that I again ran into another hindrance to my task. My hands couldn't pass the tight waistband of her skirt. I paused only long enough to see if there was any change in conditions. Not hearing or feeling any I felt along the top of the waistband until my fingers found and undid the buttons at the side of it.

As I slowly opened her skirt, a shiver ran through her. Her glazed eyes opened to look at me then closed again. A moment longer and she relaxed again, I opened her skirt and could see the lace surrounding the top and sides of her very sheer underwear. It looked much the same as the underwear the models in the skin magazines wore, very high cut along the sides of the legs and very low cut at the tops. To call them immodest' would be missing an opportunity to call them 'Indecent.

Slower now than before, taking great care not to disturb her, I 1 rubbed the top of her legs slowly moving my palms up and down, up and down, up and down a bit further. My hands moved along the insides of her legs and up to the insides of her thighs. When they got to the juncture of her legs and pubic area she sighed quietly and spread her legs apart, allowing my hands access to previously unreachable areas.

The only problem now was that my hands couldn't reach any further down her legs, and my arms were starting to feel the strain of stretching them as far as they could go. My hands kept moving everywhere they could reach without crossing over or under the remaining fabric between her legs.

"Take all the clothes off... do not stop." It was less of a request and more of a slight command.

"You and I must both move in order for me to be able to continue as you have expressed."

"Then move as you must... please... do not stop." The desire had returned to her voice.

I carefully moved up from the couch while lowering her pristine body onto the cushions of the couch. Gently I moved her only as much as was required to remove her blouse, bra and skirt.

"All of it... off... now." I had never heard anyone voice such desire and a note of command at the same time.

I moved until I could reach under her perfectly formed ass and gently tugged down on her panties. She closed her legs a bit and lifted her ass just long enough for me to pull them down her legs, over her knees, and down until her feet slipped through them.

I took the opportunity to remove her shoes and her white lacy socks while I was down by her feet. They were as beautiful as the rest of her. I had no previous experience to measure then against, but they were impossibly soft, perfectly pedicured and beautiful to my eyes. The nails shone with the same polish I had seen on her fingers. I idly wondered if it was custom-made.