I felt cool air all over my skin causing a tingling sensation from my ears to my toes. As my senses returned, I realized that I was in a dark room, completely naked, and unable to move. My wrists and ankles securing me to the soft bed on my back. Small wisps of light danced about the room, the source a large candle a few feet away. From the side of the bed I felt it at first, that long hair gently touching my side, then across my abdomen and then back again... lightly touching, just barely. I could smell the faint pleasant scent of her perfume as the hair moved up my chest and brushed across my face. As the candle light flicked, I could only get glimpses of her... the jet black hair, the ample breast still firm and fleshy, but just the hair touching. The sensation was exquisite. The cool air, the gentle touch of the hair moving back down my chest and across my abdomen and then brushing across my groin making my manhood spring to immediate attention.As she sees my reaction, she emits. " I just have to be patient, I guess."She reached across the table and placed her hand over mine."Maybe not, sweetie. I think your luck could change soon."Her hand stayed over mine and she squeezed it. I looked up and her eyes locked onto mine."I could bring a smile back to your handsome face, I think." Her hand gripped mine and she stood. I sat there as she came around and stood near me. Very near. My hand in hers. "If you'll let me, I'll show you what you've been missing."I swallowed, but said nothing. She took my hand and placed it against her. Against her crotch. Pressed my palm against her until I could feel the curve of her pussy through the material of her house-coat. She moved her hips and I was massaging her pubis.She took away her hand, and I left mine where it was. Looking up at her. Rubbing her. "Do you like that, Luke?"I had a massive erection. It was uncomfortably trapped and I had to fidget where I sat.She could see my predicament. And was toying with me. "I think you.
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