Total pages in book: 147
Estimated words: 137135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137135 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 686(@200wpm)___ 549(@250wpm)___ 457(@300wpm)
This is the test, as if I’ve asked a question without actually having to speak nor requiring her to answer. By leaving her panties on, it’s a clear sign of her boundaries for tonight. This is something I won’t push her on. I’ll give her this bit of modesty, and it might have the effect of opening her up to things she wouldn’t be willing to do if she were totally naked.
I praise her for following the order with only a slight hesitation. And since she seems to like being petted, after telling her where to set her clothes and shoes so they’re out of the way, I go back to tracing patterns along her skin, the top of her chest, down her arms and back up, lightly grazing over her throat, between her cleavage… until she completely forgets about the sudden nervousness she felt being ordered to take off her shorts.
I lean forward once again to speak softly next to her ear, and as I do, I feel her forehead come down to rest on my shoulder. It’s such a sweet, innocent slip, her giving in to her desire to get closer to me, that I allow it, even pressing my cheek next to hers to squeeze her in a sort of arm-less hug. “I enjoy finally seeing this beautiful body of yours, little one. Thank you for giving me this gift.”
She exhales. “I feel silly for saying you’re welcome, Sir. But it seems like it would be rude not to, so you’re welcome.”
I can’t help but smile, and I bring my hand up to trace more patterns along her nape then down her back, catching on quickly to the fact that it soothes her, putting her more at ease. Which she’ll need in order to face the next step.
“Would you like to explore mine as well?”
I hear her swallow, and I can feel her mouth open and close a few times since my jaw is still lightly pressed to hers. She tries to answer verbally, but no sound comes out, her nerves stealing her ability to speak, so I attempt a joke to calm her.
“I promise you won’t hurt my feelings if the answer is no. Who’d want to see an old, bald guy naked, am I right?”
She lifts her head from my shoulder slowly, and when she’s up and back far enough for me to see her expression, it’s an almost comical mix of horror and disbelief.
Who knows if she’s ever been with someone like me before, who has no issue with letting a potential partner inspect them closely to see if they’re someone they want to be intimate with.
I might’ve had that moment or two earlier… not necessarily of doubt but of curiosity… of what she would think of my body. But sensing her strong positive reaction to my closeness, to my voice, to this whole situation, and knowing she had a crush on me before she ever even knew anything about me—so purely based on my looks, there’s really no sense in worrying about something so trivial.
I’m wildly curious what will come out of her mouth in response to my teasing. She looks utterly flabbergasted. I might not have used enough of a joking tone, if her face and her mouth mimicking a fish are anything to go by.
What she finally does unleash makes me both hard and want to spank her ass for using such a sassy tone.
“Um. Sir. One… you are not old. You are deliciously aged to perfection, and I would even go so far as to say that if you were any younger, I wouldn’t be more than half naked in the back of your truck at the moment. And two, bald is sexy as fuck. Hello? Bruce Willis? The Rock? Jason Statham? Men like y’all don’t need hair on your head. It would just distract from all the yummy you’ve already got going on everywhere else.” She says the last part while moving her hand in a circle to indicate she’s talking about from my face down, and I feel a sense of pride that she’s grouping me in with some of my favorite action heroes.
Instead of reprimanding her for the brattiness, since she was defending me against myself and giving me huge compliments, I slide back from her just enough to give myself room to pull my olive-green Grunt Style T-shirt up and over my head so I don’t accidentally hit her. I hear her sharp intake of breath as I fold my tee in half, then once again, then set it to the side before I glance at her to assess her reaction. I can tell she’s trying not to gawk, trying to hold on to some semblance of keeping her cool, but the way her breaths have sped up, and from the flush that has come back to her face, she can’t hide the fact that just my bare torso has spiked her arousal.