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My Vision - part 4
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My Vision - part 4 The contrast between the floral riot of color and the pristine white of the surroundings was sending me into sensory overload. After he released me, my head reeling from the after-effects of our kiss, I wandered around the room. Dozens of things vied for my attention; the gold stitching in the heavy yet beautifully intricate window drapes, the plush white padding on the ornate loveseat situated in front of a five-foot high white marble fireplace, an enormous spray of purple roses standing in a milky white lenox vase and a pair of french doors that opened onto a balcony that overlooked a landscape that took my breath away. Standing at the edge of the balcony, looking out at the star-filled night, I sensed his approach before I felt him mold his body to mine. We were such a perfect fit, as if nature made us to be together. His arms came around me, encircling me just below my breasts. My nipples immediately hardened at the<b> proximity </font></b>of his touch, a fact that did not go unnoticed by his right hand that had now risen to explore my left breast. It wasn't long before the ache in my crotch became unbearable. I began to press back, grinding my bottom against him. As one hand came down to cup me through my skirt, he whispered in my ear, "are you sure you want to draw my attention to that sexy bottom of yours, love?" I answered with another sway of my hips. "This railing is the perfect height. No reason we have to wait until dessert. Let us call this the appetizer," he said with a chuckle, as he bent me over the marble railing. "Now you stay here like a good girl." Perhaps I was intoxicated by my surroundings or I was just having a slow day, because not even a word of protestation crossed my lips as I lay with my stomach pressed against the cool marble, waiting for him to return. I heard his voice in the distance. The sound of the french doors being closed cleared some of the fog from my head. I scanned the landscape below, nervously wondering if there was anyone out there on this clear evening. If so, they were about to get quite a show. I started to stand just as he returned to his spot behind me. "And where do you think you're going, baby girl?" "I've seen the view, now I'd like to go inside, it's getting a little chilly." "I'm sorry to hear that, because certain parts of you are going to be even more exposed to the night chill, but I will make sure to warm them up quickly. Turn around." I turned to face him, my cheeks flushed red at his words. He bent down to grab the hem of my dress, pulling it up above my waist. "Hold this," he instructed me, handing me the material. "But..." "Never mind that, just turn around for me." Clearly, my powers of persuasion, as well as my power of speech, had deserted me. I silently turned toward the railing and squeezed my eyes shut as I felt him slide his hands under the waistband of my pantyhose, one hand at each hip. He slowly slid his hands down my hips and thighs, taking my nylons and panties along for the ride. I stood there, holding the skirt of my dress bunched below my breasts, with my panties and hose rolled down to my knees. "That's better," he said appreciatively, "but much too pale. I think what we need here is a bit of color, don't you agree, sweetheart?" I didn't agree. There was certainly no need for color in my face as I felt my cheeks flush with what must have been a burgundy color at the very least. "Okay Princess, we are going to address this tardiness problem you seem to be suffering from. We will save the discussion about the traffic ticket until we get home. Now, I want you to bend over the railing for me so that I can warm that bottom for you - don't want you catching a chill, after all," he said with a chuckle.  |
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