At Risk

Eric paused. He shook his head as he studied her shapely, tapering legs. His hand glided up and down the sleek skin that covered the well-formed limbs. “Beautiful,” he whispered.

“There’s more of me to see,” Diane prompted, concealing her impatience with a smile.

His hands slid back up her thighs. He grasped the waistband of her panties and slid the red silk fabric down, over the tight ringlets of her blonde pubes.

Diane watched his face, studying his features intently. She focused on his eyes and mouth. Her heart beat fast, and she shivered, anticipating his reaction to his discovery of her secret. In a moment, he’d discover the truth about her. Then, he’d doff the mask of kindness and the costume of compassion and reveal his actual, bestial self, and the blows would begin to fall, mallets of his malice.

He’d paused.

What now? Diane asked herself, wanting the pretense to end and the beating to begin.

“You are gorgeous, so gorgeous,” Eric murmured. He kissed the tight curls of her pubic hair.

Diane sighed, rolling her eyes, confident that, since he was scrutinizing her pubes, he wouldn’t see her exasperation. “Thanks,” she said, rather more curtly than she’d intended.

If he’d heard the brusqueness in her reply, he showed no sign. He gave her pubic tresses another kiss, and then finished sliding the panties down, past her crotch. Diane had, of course, tucked her penis up, between her thighs, and back, against her perineum, but the small organ had swelled and stiffened with her excitement at Eric’s imminent discovery of her secret, and enough of her penis and her scrotum were visible for them to have the effect on Eric that Diane had anticipated. His eyes snapped wide, and his moth gaped.

Diane stiffened, expecting the outrage, the cursing, and the blows to follow at any moment.

Instead, Eric took her genitals in one of his huge hands, toying with them as gently as he’d caressed her breasts. “Beautiful,” he said.