Lovers of Hyer

The Ribbon Lady III

She gave him slow, lazy strokes at first, gently prying him out of his slit. The water, now covered in a skin of bubbles, stopped him from seeing her doing this, but he could most certainly feel it. His hands gripped the side of the tub so tightly that he feared that he might break it, but it was like he was perched at the top of a cliff but pulled down, into the roaring waves at the bottom, by a force he couldn't resist. A gentle one, that bid her time, knowing that he would have to give in eventually.

"Poor you," she muttered. "You look like you've been so neglected. You're all right now, Sweetheart, I'll take care of you."

He whimpered. Her hand glided over his cock, teasing him at the sensitive end. The coming and going were slow, yet he rose his hips each time she went up the length of his dick, without being able to help himself. He tried spreading his legs even wider, found that he was half-trapped by the side of the basin, and lifted his second leg over the water to finish the movement. And then he was comfortable enough to close his eyes, but he couldn't help biting his lip.

She chuckled. "Look at me, Sweetheart."

He opened his eyes and met hers. She was devouring him, taking every detail of him with a hunger that made him shiver - but not in fear, far from that. He remained mesmerized by her gaze and she didn't tear hers away. She could do anything to him and he would let her. They both knew it.

"How about you show me how much you like it when I touch you here, Sweetheart?" she asked. "Make some sound for me. Go on. Don't worry, no one but me would hear you."

He hiccuped and his cock twitched in her hand. Her tone was so soft, yet with that underlying authority that took no excuse. He had no idea why this aroused him as much as it did, but he had to obey.

And he found that it was easy to obey. Next time she rubbed the head of his cock, he let a small moan escape him, then another, a little louder. The tension in his body lessened. She nodded, approving of it, and her hand became quicker.

He leaned his head back and started to moan with wanton abandon.

"Good boy," she said. "You're such a good boy, Sweetheart. You're making me proud."

He would do anything to make her even prouder.

As if she sensed that thought of his, she started to slow down, before stopping entirely. He whined when she backed away from his cock, pushing his hips up when she let go of him. She couldn't leave him like that, he wanted her to continue, he was going mad--

"Hush, you big baby," she said. She kissed his brow on her way up. "We got to get you out of the bath before you soil it even more."

She stepped away from him, making her way to the bed. His heart leapt in his chest and he was out of the water in an instant, almost knocking the basin over. But she stilled him with a raise of her hand.

"Sweetheart, you're all wet."

he looked down at himself, almost surprised, and had to agree that his state would just ruin the bed. There was a cloth on a seat near him, that he picked up to dry himself. His erections didn't falter one bit as he quickly took care of the wetness. He could feel her burning gaze on him as he did so.

He turned to her when he was done and she seemed to survey him for a moment. Then, when she seemed satisfied with the result, she reached behind her neck and unhooked something. The front of her dress fell. He drank in the sight of her breast, heavy, resting lower than their prime but still round and so appealing to touch. Never had he wanted something as badly than how he wanted to be close to her, touching her, right at this moment.