Last updated on 2022-03-15 at 21:12 pm - Estimated reading time 00:04:25
The logs she had just put in the fireplace had caught fire, and, the heat from the fireplace was becoming more and more unbearable. Yet, as if held in place by a magic spell, she dared not move away, as if invisible hands were holding her where she was. A buzzing sound, the ticking of the cuckoo clock, the breath of wind in the fireplace had become a soft music and this sustained rhythm made her vibrate. So, in spite of her apprehensions, she slowly began to sway. The strange wisps of smoke with perfumed scents that had invaded the room were perhaps the cause, but now that they had obscured her thoughts, she didn’t care, she only wanted to dance. To dance for herself, to dance for this man, but especially to offer herself for his lustful viewing pleasure, just as he had requested.
Alone in the small living room, eyes closed, she undulated gently in front of the immense fireplace while, taken in an infinite round dance, the shadow cast by her form seemed to play across the walls as if inspired by a wild rhythm. Always under the attentive eye of this strange man that she felt powerless to defy, her will was dissolving, and it felt natural to let her dress slip down to her feet when he finally suggested that she get rid of it.
Satisfied with her involvement, his eyes sparkled as if subjugated by her incredible presence.
“Good girls don’t wear underwear. Are you a good girl?”
“I think so… Sir,” she answered, reddening with embarrassment.
Wearing little more than her panties in front of the stranger in the dim-light, she knew that his attention would be directed to even the slightest of her movements and that he took pleasure in her embarrassment. Never before had she had offered herself in such a spectacle, however, in spite of her apprehension she couldn’t stop herself. Also, like a challenge which she had to take up, she seized with both hands the elastic of her tanga-cut panties and slowly slid it down her toned legs. Without the least provocation, she undid herself almost naturally, but whereas she was going to throw it close to her dress, the sound of his voice stopped her abruptly.
“Give it to me, so I can make sure you are really the good girl you claim to be.”
Facing the fireplace, he couldn’t see her face, but she felt herself blushing with shame. Did he sense it? Would she be the kind of girl he was waiting for while, on the contrary, this situation was turning her on terribly? This old pervert had perhaps already understood this and she could not hide her embarrassment. She imagined that he might already be intoxicated by her intimate fragrances. Desperately she tried to fold her panties, but before she could raise her head, he snatched them from her hands with the tip of his wooden cane. Her movement suddenly stopped, she remained still in front of him, hands firmly placed over her swollen sex which she did not dare to reveal to him.
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