You’re clearly nervous, sitting there, it’s emanating off you in waves. Your back, ramrod straight, hands in your lap. You’re all freshly showered, hair dripping, little rivulets running down over your naked skin to soak into the loosely laced corset, the only garment you’ve chosen to wear for our long anticipated session.
You look so hot in it. I consider tightening it, imagining what it might do to your figure, and decide against it. There’s something so sordid about the way the laces frame the skin of your back, and how when you sat down, one of them got caught in the crack of your ass, like an invitation to a naughtier world.
Oh god, you’re so damned enticing, those rivulets glowing on your skin in the light of the room. I’m going wild with desire for you. I’m standing behind you and I have the implements I’ll be using on you on a table just within reach of my hands.
But first.
“Schließ die Augen,” I say, taking a step so I can see if you do. And, you do with a small twitch of your lips.
“Gut gemacht,” I tell you, causing a properly beautiful grin to appear, on your oh so kissable lips.
A Kiss?
Your stool is set up right in the middle of the room, so I can access you from all sides. And I circle you now, taking in the sight of you. You’re perched on it, body taut with what I’m hoping is your own excitement. You’re not smiling anymore, lips slightly parted and I lean in to feel your breath exhaling through them, brushing a light tease over the skin of my own. Apart from some heavy mascara, you’re devoid of make-up. But I love the fact you’re done that to your eyes just for me.
My lips hover close to yours and I let you feel my breath. Your eyes flicker open and stare into mine, seeming huge thanks to the mascara you’ve applied. You are thoroughly mesmerising me. You flick your glance down to my lips, and yes, I’d like to kiss you too. In fact, I’d like nothing better right now. My hand rises. I want to touch the skin of your cheek with my fingertips. I stop just short, feeling the heat from you, resisting my urge. Your eyes find mine again, and I realise you’re holding your breath.
God, you are so tempting.
“Mach die Augen zu!” I snap it out and you close your eyes again, swallowing another smile.
Teasing
Circling around behind you, I lean down to take in the scent of your newly washed self, my nose and lips hovering just above your skin, so you can feel every breath I let fall from my lips to kiss your nudity there. And at the base of your neck, I find a thoroughly enticing scent. Some kind of perfume, hints of sandalwood, musky and neutral, clean and feral. And thoroughly bewitching, spell-binding.
The smallest of goosebumps form on the surface of your skin, and I push more of my breath over it, watching them rise with the tease. The need to touch you, to taste you, to lick a line along those goosebumps is becoming overwhelming. But still I resist.
I consider my table of implements, wondering which to use on your first, how we might begin this. But, I don’t think you’re quite ready for that yet.
Arousal
Kneeling before you, I bid you spread your thighs wider, so I can feast my eyes on your obvious arousal. You do as I bid you, and under those long accentuated lashes on your cheeks, I see telltale slits glistening down at me. You’re being impertinent and I consider chastising you for this insubordination, decide against it. What you will see will only add to your own desperation, so I let you watch.
You haven’t shaved your legs for me, though it’s clear you did just a couple of weeks ago. The hair is short, inviting and I breathe my warm breath in a trail up the inside of your right thigh, from your knee to your apex. Moving my head back, I repeat this on your left leg, a long slow, hot tease of a breath. Your hands shift in your lap, the fingers of one gripping those of the other, you sigh again.
Glancing up, I see you’ve given up the pretence of keeping your eyes closed. Your beautiful, vulnerable eyes are staring down at what I’m not doing to you, and I find myself grinning, turn my attention back to the tease. Your arousal is spinning me higher and I so very much want to taste you. I stick my tongue out, and let it get oh so close to licking you there, long sweeping licks that would surely cause you to moan. And you do, watching me not quite licking you, you let out a low moan.
Enough. I need more of you than this now.
Touch
I rise again, reach up and touch you for the very first time. My fingers at your temples, combing through hair following your natural hairline, the gentlest, light pressure there in the hair at your neck, and with deliberate slowness, I drag my fingernails oh so gently downwards. I watch your nipples hardening to solid points, over the top of your corset and you please me with a whole body shiver.
I move behind you again and drag my hands through your hair, encountering not a single tangle. Your hair is soft, wet and so silky between my fingers. Again I comb my hands through it, this time letting my nails gently scratch over your shoulder blades and down your back to the top of your corset. And another involuntary shiver rocks through your body, you make an audible sigh, and I’m loving this, what my touch is creating in you.
Finally, I deem you ready and I select an implement from those I laid out for this encounter. I lift a lock of your hair at the nape of your neck, and tease it between two fingers, pulling it taut, causing you to moan again.
And with the scissors snick-snicking and we begin our session; the most sensational haircut you’ll ever experience.
Unless that is, you choose me as your dresser again.