chapter 106

Smiling to myself, I removed the earrings I was wearing then placed it on the dresser, I smiled again because I felt his eyes following my every move. I reached back slowly and unclasped my necklace then set it beside the earrings carefully.

I cat walked to his from and I could not help but enjoy how far down his jaw had gone.

I let my smile be my agreement. I was already quite aroused, albeit in a different way, from watching the way he swallowed slowly and his adam's apple bobbed up and down.

Although Xavier always inspired lust in me, it was still shocking how quickly he could make me feel like a vulnerable young girl, prey to his ‘old man’ persona, whenever he wanted. With a shock, I realized a blush was spreading over my face thinking about what I’d accepted to do. It was the act of stripping for him; I had slept with him before and he had seen my nakedness but putting on a strip show for him felt like something else entirely.

I decided to turn my back on him first of all, a convenient move to hide my deep red blush and avoid it worsening still at what would be, no doubt, an even more amused expression on his face. Damn him. Fuck, I was getting incredibly wet.

Bending at the waist I pulled off the first one then the other heeled shoe, giving a little wiggle of my arse in what I hoped looked seductive and not too silly like I was some dog trying to wag my tail. A couple of encouraging noises came from him behind me good.

My heart was absolutely racing, and I could think of nothing but making sure he enjoyed the show. I put my hand at the hem of my dress, there was no more procrastinating, I had to turn and face him. I had to meet Xavier’s eyes.

I didn’t dare look at him as I knew I’d bottle it – and I really didn’t want to let him down. In a strange – and definitely arousing – way, I was enjoying the predicament. Fixing my gaze anywhere but his face, I started to peel my dress upward off my body.

More moans of approval from him. I felt thankful I’d chosen an attractive black lace g-string, beneath which I was freshly shaven not that hair grew fast there anyway. The moisture gathering in the small piece of material between my legs threatened to dampen my inner thighs at any moment. My newly smooth vulva and labia being teased by the black lace, and by what I hoped was the seductive motion of my hips, certainly wasn’t helping.

Somewhat awkwardly I pulled the dress off my head and tossed it to the side, then my best cleavage-enhancing bra, I heard a definite “mmm, yes” from where Xavier sat on the bed, watching.

I wanted nothing more than to leap on to the bed and curl up in the safe haven of his arms, away from the upright, stretched out, and closely watched vulnerability of this strip show. But I’d disappoint myself – and him – so summoned the courage to do what usually came so easily. Get naked for him.

Bra first. As I slipped my arms out from the straps and reached round to unhook it, movement in my peripheral vision caught my eye. Again, I didn’t dare look directly in case it would put me off my stride. The realization slammed into me; I didn’t need to look. Xavier had his cock out and was now completely immersed in enjoying his private little strip show to the fullest.

Oh god. Oh god. Ok, I can do this. I breathed out.

The bra was unfastened with ease. Using one hand to keep the material of the cups over my breasts, at least for the moment, I turned around again, spread my legs, and bent at the waist to grab and ankle with my other hand. Giving him the view of my bare back, the shape of my body, and my buttocks framed and separated merely by the black lace g-string.

I wondered if he could see the slippery wet patch which now completely soaked the small triangle over my pussy. Shockingly, I realized I hoped he could. I wanted him to know how much I wanted him deep inside me at that moment. Because of this. What he does to me. How he makes me feel. Suddenly all memory came back to me, HOW XAVIER MADE ME FEEL like I was the only woman in the world until of course he almost married another woman.

Turning back to him I could sense that his strokes were becoming faster and more urgent. He was less interested in giving me reassurances now, content that I was being a good girl, and getting on with giving him a good show. I pushed my breasts together, still with the cups of the undone bra covering them, then moved it slowly down until my hard, tingling nipples were covered by my fingers instead. Then I let the bra drop to the floor.

Small sounds were coming from him which let me know he really was enjoying my strip, which boosted my confidence – and my lust. Moans, soft grunts, raw and hungry deeply gasped breaths as he hit the point when his pre-cum would be lubricating his fingers over his frenulum…

Another slow twirl for him and I revealed my breasts to him, holding them up and together, presenting myself for his enjoyment. By now I couldn’t wait to be rid of the saturated tiny G-string which was feeling like an immense barrier between his cock and my aching, needy pussy.

Slipping my fingers between the slender black elastic and my body, I started to move them downwards over my hips. Such a struggle not to rush it, in my lust-induced frenzy. I turned yet again to reveal the string being pulled down between my buttocks first, and as slowly as I could lower both the g-string and the top half of my body to peel it down between my legs. I was sure he was enjoying the sight of my naked body and just a garter belt and socks, he better be enjoying it.

As I kept my legs together I could feel the slippery, sodden patch of material peel slickly away from my lips, and leave daubs of traitorous pussy juice at several places on its journey down. The sense of absolute exposure was both torturous and exquisite. Being anointed with my own physical need, in addition, was simply a cruel catalyst.

Grabbing one butt cheek in my fist once the g-string was safely away, I rolled the flesh there to give him a glimpse of my slicked, puffy opening. There was no mistaking the sexual delight he was taking in the view now; the soundtrack was pure pleasure.

Turning towards him, I finally dared glance up with a shy smile

“Did I do okay daddy?”

“Yes baby girl, come over here and get your reward”