She's beautiful...Tall, lithe but buxom at the same time. Tight muscles from regular work-outs, but not 'body-built'. Very feminine..
She knows full well of his weaknesses... and loves to exploit them.
Now was one of those times.
She had gone to her closet. Not the clothes closet where she donned her work clothes when she opted to work a few days a week, but her lingerie closet. It's filled with rows of hanging gowns, slips of all lengths, pengoirs, all of the smoothest, softest silks imaginable.
She had put on a long silk dressing gown, over a thigh-length full slip.
They were both pink. Soft pink, like sunset clouds.
She arranged her timing so as to coincide with his arrival, and when he walked in the door, he nearly tripped as he saw her...
She was ironing a silk-satin slipdress...it was a light blue, and nearly shimmered as she moved it around the ironing board..as she did this, she looked at his face. He was frozen in rapt attention, taking in the scene before him. He blinked, came out of it...and took off his jacket, tossing it to the back of a nearby chair.
"Get comfortable", she said. Trying to act casual, he walked to the kitchen, and made himself a drink. "You want something?", he asked over his shoulder. "Just get over here", she replied.
He returned to the living room, taking a long pull from the double-scotch, neat... "Come to this side of my board," she said, indicating the opposite side from where she stood, slowly moving the iron over the silk dress...
He stood there, looking at her face as she worked the wrinkles out of her dress. "Do you like my dress?", she asked. "Yes, he said, 'very much". She smiled, and looked at him, still pressing out the wrinkles..
She loved this. He was caught between his desire for her, and his weakness for the fetish. She was his, she could pull him over the fence from either side. She decided to make him ride it a while longer..
She pushed the 'steam' button several times in succession as she continued ironing. The clouds of hot mist rising up through her silk dressing gown, she let out a barely audible sigh of pleasure.
He swallowed hard, watching her moving the heavy iron over the delicate material. Her nipples were hard through the silk of her gown,
the swell of her breasts against it. He reached out to caress her, feeling the warmth of her breast through the soft material, and the heat of the iron as she stood it on its heel.
She looked up into his eyes again. He could see the thing in her eyes that made her so special to him..the mixture of lust for his touch, his hardness, and the desire to have him squirm beneath the weight of his fetish, his fantasy...
Now he moved around behind her, peeling off his clothes as he did so. He was hard for her, as she felt when he moved up close to her. He put his arms around her pulling her close, cupping her breasts in his hands. She pushed against him, moving a little, feeling his hardness against her butt through the silk. She thumbed off the steam function on the iron.
She put her head back on his shoulder, as he nibbled her ear and began to lift the dressing gown, sliding it up her legs... kissing her neck, he saw her move the temperature dial on the iron...up.
She spread her legs a bit for him, as he gathered the silk of her gown and slip around her waist...
"Baby", she whispered.."do you want me to......"
"Yes", he said in her ear..."Yes"....
She felt him spreading her lips slowly as he entered her, sliding into the warm wetness of her. It was always such a wonderful feeling..having him fill the void in her.
As their bodies connected, so did their minds it seemed... as now they began to move in unison, she meeting his slow thrusts in kind.
"Watch me, lover.... watch me burn my dress for you", she whispered, so not as to disturb the highly charged erotic ether that surrounded them. And as if to give form to the hot and liquid sounds coming from their coupling, wisps of smoke began to rise from the wake of the iron..the scent of sex and scorching silk encompassing both of them.
They moved together with more urgency, driving hard to their mutual climax..both uttering the sexual Ki-ie as their bodies clenched at each other, spending themselves in the utter satisfaction of both lust and fetish.
A pale layer of smoke from the irons damage bore mute testimony to the carnage she inflicted on her slipdress..dark brown burnmarks ran the length of it. The iron clicking as it cooled...They lay in each others arms on the fainting couch. "My god", was all he could manage..She smiled back at him..and kissed his cheek....
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