Working Day

She knew all this of course. Knew how turned on I got when she played with me like that. She had come to know the excitement that could run riot through my body when she teased those so-sensitive places. She loved the way that my breasts seemed to fill out when she played and she wanted to urge them to become just one size bigger. Breasts that would emphasise the cut of a dress, bra or negligee. Breasts that could be teased and played with. Firm, feminine breasts. Breasts eager, excited and pliant to add dimension to the role that I played for her. Nothing that would detract from the man she loved but to emphasise the little girl that they both loved to play with.

"Slut!" she said suddenly and released her grip from my tits. It was a harsh word, normally one we would use in passionate moments rather than sedate ones like this. But I knew that she was addressing the wanton girl that she saw in front of her and also the one that she wanted to be ready for her later. Her hands moved again over my front, applying blusher to the insides of my breasts. She had told me previously that this would help to emphasise cleavage. Sitting back she looked over me, admiring her work and seeing the beginning of someone else. "Fuck!" she said, unusual for her. "You're so sexy. God I feel wet just looking!" I smiled, pleased that she was pleased and feeling as though she had carved a masterpiece for herself. I hadn't seen what she did - but her reaction made me feel so special.
She rose from the bed and I went to sit on the end of it as she took clothes from hangers and draws. She put them close to me on the bed and then she too, sat close, by the wall. She pulled me to her; an unexpected move for it was very tender and undemanding. There was no lustful intention in it. She looked me in the eye and kissed me. Her lips were soft and tender against mine. I would die for her kisses! I loved it when our tongues fought each other, flaying and exploring in our passion. But I loved this, so unusual, kiss. Her gaze never faltered. "Baby." She said, "Tell me if you're not happy at any time, OK?" I nodded to her, grateful for the love that had, gradually and painstakingly, allowed the diverse sexual animal in me to escape over a traumatic year. The same love that had just said that I need run only as far as I wanted to.