Working Day

"Sure." He replied, eager to please. As he bent she watched as the high-cut panties crept further up his long, smooth legs and clung to his ass. She loved to watch his long body as the virginal-white underwear clung to it. These were her favourites for him and she felt her pussy dampen as his movements excited her. He picked up each garment, folding it and placing it neatly on the laundry basket hidden in the alcove. He knew how she liked to watch and knew how his continual bending would affect her. Each step and movement was graceful and feminine; he had learned to adapt his movements for the clothes that he wore for her and she loved the ambivalence of his personality. Her submissive or lesbian lover. Her hard man. He would be and was many things to her and he loved the pleasure that he was able to give. As he bent the movement excited him too and he felt the soft material stroking gently against hard nipples each time he stretched. At last, after a slow and methodical process, the floor was clear and he turned to her. The covers were pulled back and the raptured look was evident on her face as her fingers slowly stroked her wet sex. His mouth opened a little, surprised at the rapid turn of events.

"May I watch?" he asked. "Please?". His voice was soft, again in keeping with his attire. She nodded, her mouth forming a silent agreement. He could see that she was focused on her hungry pussy and that words were un-needed then. He sat at the end of the bed watching as her fingers slipped faster and faster in and out of her cunt. He loved to watch. His body ached to take her again but he steeled himself against the temptation, teasing it with the hunger that she generated in him. Instinctively his cock became hard; another tease as he could feel the silkiness of the underwear stroke his manhood gently. His fingers reached to slowly caress his sensitive nipples as he watched her. He could see the wetness on her fingers as they pulled out of her juices before returning again.