A Simple Life: Chapter 38 (Patreon)

After our hug, our awesome hug, I sit back again and look down over the pretty nightie and panties spread out over my clothed body.

“They’re so pretty.”  I say.

“So are you baby girl.”  She pinches my chin.  “I’m glad you like them.”

“I do.  I really do.”

“I was so nervous.”  She laughs.  “I thought you’d think I was a psycho or something.”

“Mmm.”  I shake my head.  I pick up my pink cage, my curiosity piquing at what it would feel like to be contained like that.  As I am admiring it I catch sight of the bag that these had come from and remembered that was still more inside.  “Y-You said there was something else?”  I say.  “Something you were going to like?”

She looks at the bag, thinks about it, then says.  “You know what.  This is enough for tonight.”  Taking the bag she leans off to tuck it away beside the love seat.  “If you’re a good girl, maybe next time.”

“Okay.”  I smile.  “Um…”  I look back down at my gifts.  “…y-you said I could take these home but…”

“You want to try them on.”

I nod.

“You can’t wait to try them on.”

I nod again.

“I was hoping you would.”  She settles her weight down even deeper onto my legs.  I could actually feel the bulge of her balls against my lower thighs.  “I’m dying to see how these look on you.”  Pushing against my shoulders she has me sit all the way back.  She then takes the cage from my hand and places it back to the side.  Taking my hands in hers she pulls them away from my body to bring them to rest on her hips.  “May I?”

I nod without even knowing what she was asking.  All I knew was that I liked the way she was touching me right now and this wonderful sexual energy that was arching between us right now.

Calmly and unhurriedly, yet with a hazel glimmer sparkling behind her glasses, Winona lifts the panties and places them delicately over the back of the love seat to my left.  She then does the same with the nightie, making sure it laid smooth so as not to wrinkle the fine fabric.  In the meantime I lay very still, just like I had when she’d put makeup on me, and gaze up at her in awe.  Nothing could describe how incredibly hot it was to have her sitting on me and handling me.  She was introducing me to things.  New and exciting things that touched things inside of me that I didn’t even realize were there.  I could actually feel my whole sexuality changing…evolving…awakening with each passing minute.  What she does next makes me tremble.

Without a pause her hands return to my body and between finger and thumb she unfastens the top button of my vest!  She lightly bites her bottom lip as opens the next one…and the next one…and the last one.  Pulling my shoulders toward her she has me sit up.  Taking my left arm she slowly and gently guides it back through the arm hole.  Once free she brings my hand back to rest on her hip again.  She pulls the vest around my back and slides it up my other arm, moving that hand only enough to free the garment and returning it right away again.  Holding my vest in one hand she softly pushes me back to rest against the sofa’s back once more.

With a smirk she pulls my vest onto her own body.  It was snug on me but on her it was straight up too small.  It was too short and her breasts, though not large, were enough to keep it from fitting around her.  Still she made it look good.  The men’s vest over her frilly teal top looked so damn cool on her.  I was starting to realize that ANYTHING looked so damn cool on her.  It wasn’t the clothes, it was the attitude within the clothes.

“Whatdya think Sprout?”  She tugs at the lapels.  “Does it suit me?”

“You’re b-beautiful!”  I gasp.

She laughs that wonderful, wonderful laugh.  Removing the vest she folds it neatly twice then lays it over an armrest.

“You looked so hot tonight.”  She says.  “The other girls were checking you out.  Did you see?”

“No.”

“Well they were.”  She runs her hands down my chest and over my stomach, her palms gliding smoothly over the fabric of my shirt.  Once at the bottom she begins to tug the tucked portion from out of my pants.  I do nothing to stop her.  I sit very still and very happy.  With a lively laugh she pauses.  Her fingers dance across the very prominent bulge in the front of my pants.  “What is this now?”

I blush, my smile growing.  “My…c-c-clitty.”

“My goodness.”  She says.  “You’re as bad I am girl.  Aren’t we a pair?”

“I’m a very b-bad girl.”  I giggle, barely believing the words coming from my mouth.  This was so FUN!!!  Not with Kayla, Lauren, or Eddie had I ever felt this type of pure kinky freedom and joy.

She returns to pulling the base of my shirt free.  Slipping her fingers beneath the hem to tickle the base of my obliques just long enough to watch me shutter.  Over top my shirt she pushes her hands back up my body, her fingers soon finding the top button of my shirt.  She pauses, licks her lips, swallows, then unfastens it.

“This is such a bad idea.”  She says, more to herself than to me, as the second button is opened.  “Why am I tempting myself like this?”

“Please don’t stop.”  I whisper.

Her only answer is a smile and smolder in her eyes that told me that she had absolutely no intention of stopping.  One button after the next is freed.  Her movements are slow, controlled, calm.  Like my buttons were sweet little bonbons Winona savors the unfastening of each one.  When the last one is open her fingers play along the slender exposed space up my middle.  Her eyes pan up and down, taking me in with a hunger I had never experienced before.  Kayla was always horny, but this was something different.  Something deeper and more powerful than mere sexual lust.  She lingers a long moment before opening my shirt, a soft sigh escaping her parted lips as my torso is revealed.

“Fuuuuck baby.”  She says, her voice hushed.  “You look so fine.”

Her right hand touches and holds along the side of my neck then slowly snakes down my lean chest, across my slender shoulder, then curves back to tenderly cup my pec like it were very petite breast.  She gives it a firm yet gentle squeeze.

“Ohhh.”  A lilting moan escapes me.

Winona takes a sharp breath in through her nose and blinks her eyes as she tries to tamps back the urges inside of her.  She takes a longer, deeper breath…then pulls her hand away.  She lifts my right arm and has me hold it still as she unfastens the cuff buttons.  She then does the same with my left, stealing little glances at my body here and there.  Again she sits me up.  Again she removes the garment, pulling me in tight against her body as she pulls my arms from the shirt.  I am sat back.  My hands returned to her hips.  The shirt is folded and placed on top of the vest.

She stops to look at me, pushing her glasses higher up her nose in a cute non-conscious gesture of wanting to see me more clearly.  Her eyes pan over every square inch of naked flesh.  Beneath her skirt I see her arousal push upward as plain as my own.

“Am I getting too heavy?”

“No.”  I say.  She could have weighed a ton and been grinding my femurs into powder and I wouldn’t have said otherwise.

She taps the buckle of my belt with a finger.  “May I?”

I nod and reply in a high, soft, feminine tone.  “Yes.”

She grins.  With the same calm, contained demeanor she unbuckles my belt and pulls it free from my waist.  Holding the belt in front of her she slides the length of leather through her left hand then suddenly jerks it tight.  Her gaze returns to me and I could see ideas simmering just beneath the surface.  It only lasts a moment before she coils it up and places it on my shirt.  Without hesitation her hands return to unfasten the waist button then zip down my fly.  Shifting her weight to the side she dismounts my legs and proceeds to pull my pants down.

“Lift up your butt.”

I do so and the pants are pulled down my legs.  She pulls them right off of my feet and, while she was leaned over, she even removes my socks.  My toes wriggle on the fuzzy rug beneath them.  She was still fully clothed but I was now down to just my undies.  I felt ready to burst with libidinous excitement.  When she sits back up she lets her eyes drift up my bare, pale legs.  Where her eyes go soon follows her near hand.  Again I tremble as her warm palm strokes up the inner side of my calf.

“Your hairs…they’re so soft and fine.”  She says.  As her eyes reach my crotch she stops.  They focus for a moment on the length and shape of my penis, but quickly zero in on the embarrassingly large wet spot at the tip where my precum had soaked through my underwear.  Her eyes flare and her face lights up, in an instant making me feel not embarrassed but sexy.  Very sexy.  “My!  Somebody’s wet.”

“Wet for…”  I hesitate, then writhe and mewl seductively.  “…D-Daddy.  I’m wet for Daddy.”

“Mmm!”  She cocks a brow, her hand continues up past the knee to my tender inner thigh.  I spread my legs for her and her hand drifts higher.  “You are a bad girl.”

“Ohhhhh.”  I sigh, a full body shudder running through me.  “I am.  I am so bad Daddy.”

“I see that now.”  She says breathily.  “So what are we gonna do with that pesky clitty of yours?”  Her eyes twinkle with lust as they stare unabashedly at my rock hard cock.  “It’s never gonna fit inside your panties like that.”  Her gaze rises to stare into mine.  “You DO want to wear your special panties that Daddy got you, don’t you baby girl?”

“Mmm.”  I nod vigorously.

“Well then.”  Her hand grips hard just six inches below my balls.  “Let’s see what we can do to make them fit.”

Chapter 39