Silk Scarf

“Do you want to stop?” she asked.
“Oh no.” the young man said even more excited tone. “Definitely not!”
“We shall see…” Catherine said, her statement hanging in the quiet air.
Catherine raised her left leg and brought it to rest on the edge of his chair. She again ran her fingers through his short brown hair. Her hand continued along the side of his face, gently stroking it.
“You are a very handsome young man.” She said as she removed her hand from his face and ran it down the valley between her breasts.

Catherine continued downward and gripped the thin elastic of her panties, her crotch only a few inches from Michael’s face. As she began to pull the material down to expose her sexuality, Michael hoped he remembered everything he’d learned from his limited experience trying cunnilingus with the girls back home.
The thin red panties fell to the floor as Michael’s mouth fell open. No sound issued from his lips. The expression on his face could only be described as one of shock.
Hanging between her legs was a cock that was larger than Michael’s own. Totally hairless, it hung semi-erect less than an inch from Michael’s mouth. The image was so out of place with that of the exquisite woman in front of him. The young man’s eyes darted back and forth between Catherine’s beautiful face and the inexplicable secret between her legs.
“Yo…. you’re a guy….” he finally gasped. Catherine smiled down at him. “Do you really believe that?” she asked.
The expression on the bewildered young man showed that he didn’t know what to think. Time stood silent as he tried to understand. “Think about what you’ve been feeling.” she continued. “Think about your fantasies and desires.” It was obvious that was exactly what he was thinking.
“Remember, you’re in control here.” she reminded him. “If you want to end it here, all you have to do is relax your hands and let that scarf fall to the floor.”