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Farther. Farther. Good, very good. I’ll start by touching your nipples through your clothes. Is that acceptable?”
    “Yes.” I wait. “Oh, yes, Sir.”
    “Good.” I think for a second and look at the straps peeking out. “Would it be okay with you if I did so on top of your bra but under your top?” Then I push a little. “Could you take your top off?” Before she can protest, I add, “It’s no different than a swimsuit.”
    Relaxation softens the lines at the corners of her eyes. “I suppose so. May I take it off? Sir?” she adds as an afterthought.
    “You may. I’ll fold it and put it on the trunk over there.”
    “I’m going to need some help.” The corset looks pretty tight, and I don’t know exactly how this is going to work, but I get it unhooked and peel it off. The bra she has on underneath was obviously expensive. A bra under a corset. I can honestly say I’ve never seen that before. But once I have the corset folded on the trunk, I take a moment to take in what I’ve uncovered about this woman.
    Holy shit. Those have to be the two most beautiful breasts I’ve ever, ever seen. I can feel my fingers twitching. I finally get myself back together enough to say, “Back into the position.”
    Dropping into position, her breasts swing down and forward and my cock tries to introduce itself to her in person. My mind yells out, Down, boy! , but it’s no use. He’s locked and loaded. and I reach up and under her. When my fingers find her buds she lets out a hiss of air.
    Oh, my god, they’re hard. And big. I have no problem making out their definition under that bra, no problem at all. I give each one a gentle pinch and she sucks in a breath. “Does it feel good?”
    She answers with a squirm, “Yes, Sir.” I ramp it up a little and she moans in earnest, so I don’t stop. I can tell she’s having trouble controlling herself.
    “Does that feel good?” She nods. “No, you have to verbally speak. I might be in a spot where I can’t see you, so you have to communicate with me.”
    “Yes, Sir. It feels good.” I keep that up for about ten minutes. Now I know I’ve got her right where I want her. My abrupt stop startles her and I say, “This would be so much easier if you didn’t have your little skirt on, just your panties. Would that be possible?”
    “Well, I, um . . .”
    I pretend I didn’t see the thong earlier. “Oh! If you don’t have on panties, then I understand.” Squealing like a little girl crosses my mind, but I fight the urge.
    “Oh, yeah, um, a thong.” She blushes.
    “That would be fine, wouldn’t it?”
    “Yes. I guess so, Sir.”
    “Great. I’ll wait.” I watch, my cock straining against my fly, as she peels off the skirt, which is more of a tutu than anything. Hot damn, her hips are luscious. My mind is racing and I try to rein it in. “Just lie down on the bed and I’ll lie down beside you if that’s okay.” The fact that she complies tells me that she’s ready. She settles in, and I settle in beside her. “You said you wanted to reach climax, so I can do that for you.”
    “Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”
    She really is a fucking submissive. Oh, god, I want this to work out so badly. I can’t screw this up. My hand is almost shaking as I reach out and touch the smoothness of her belly, so warm and soft. I want to kiss it, and I decide in that moment that I will. I lean forward and press my lips to her skin and, to my surprise, she moans softly. Kissing up her ribcage and between her breasts, I go on up her chest and her neck with my lips and tongue and, to my utter and complete delight, she throws her head back to give me access. When I kiss her chin, she pulls her face down and her lips meet mine.
    I want to fuck her. Oh, god, I want to fuck her so bad I can’t stand it, but I’ve got to hold it together. My tongue presses against her lips and they part, and next thing I know, her tongue is exploring the inside of my mouth and I groan into her.