The simple touch of my hand on her arm made her jump as I stood behind her. My body so close to hers that I could feel her anxiety. In my fingertips, as they lightly touched and traversed her arm, I could feel her trembling.
She stood not moving as I looked at her long straight black hair falling between her shoulders and along her back. I memorized her curves, the way her legs disappeared underneath her short cotton skirt. The shape of her butt and hips. My hand followed along the small of her back as I began to circle around her, staying close to her, looking down on her as she couldn’t reach my height even in her thick souled shoes.
My hand moved up her opposite arm with another light touch. It caused her skin to shiver and goosebumps raise all over her body as she visibly shook for just an instant. Standing in front of her, she was putting on a very brave face, trying not to give away her apprehension as she bit her lip.
I stepped to her and she instinctively stepped back away from me as she tried to look away. But I said nothing, did nothing as I waited for her to slowly step back towards me. When she did, she refused to look up at me, and I had to guide her chin upwards so that I could see her eyes. She looked at me with fear, the kind of fear when a woman is afraid of disappointing the other person.
I took the back of my hand and I gently rubbed her cheek as I looked into her eyes. I could feel her begin to melt into my touch as she began to accept it’s comfort and pleasure. She closed her eyes as my hands moved across her skin. I took my fingers and I began to touch her lips, and instinctively she parted them in agreement to me having access to her.
I let my hand move from her lips, over her chin and down her neck. A vulnerable place for a woman as it shows trust to allow a mans hands to be around it. As my fingertips slide to the side, moving lightly around to the back of her neck, my palm slowly laid flat on the side of her neck with my thumb strategically on the side, and not in front.
I could feel her take a deep breath in as she accepted my touch once again. She gave me further consent to keep going as she leaned her head away from my hand so that I had more access to her body. With my hand I pulled her into me, pressing her body against mine as I leaned down and kissed her lips.
The faint silk like touch of her kiss was more than electrical arousal as it sent waves of desire through me. But this was a practice in patience on my part as it was learning to let go of herself on hers. To let go of her fears, let go of her inhibitions and surrender to my will. And I would have to move with deliberate restraint if I was to gain her submission.
I took a firm hold of her neck with my hand and I took the weight of her body into it as she learned to lean into my hand rather than away from it. With this giving of her body to my hand, I used my other hand to run along her shoulders, between her skin and the strap of her dress. It took a moment for her breathing to calm and for her to relax, and as she did I slipped the thin little string over her shoulder and let it drop down on her arm.
In my other hand I could feel her standing on her feet once again. She was trying to take back her own weight as apprehension once again washed over her body and I could feel myself losing her as she every so slightly pulled her neck away from my hand.
I paused once again as I waited for her to relax. I let my light touching of her skin go to work as I eased her back into a state of relaxation and acceptance. Once again, when he breathing relaxed and she leaned back into my hand I kissed her, rewarded her for her submission. Our kiss caused her to open herself and I could feel heat beginning to build inside her.
As we kissed I ran both of my other hand around her neck and into her hair. As my fingers parted and combed through her hair, she began to breath heavily between kisses. Her body nearly began to gyrate against me as I slowly took control of her through deliberate touches of her head. When she lifted her head out of my first hand and began to rub and caress it against my other hand, I took a hold of a large fist full of hair, gently yet firmly. She acquiesced to my forceful hold of her as I began to kiss her cheek, her ears and then down her neck.
A slight, quiet moan escaped her as she began to breath heat and passion from within her. As she focused on my kissing and my hold of her hair in my hand, I slipped off the other strap of her dress and she barely even noticed. Then my free hand began to caress and touch her shoulders with free liberation to enjoy her.
After a moment of kissing and letting passion ignite, I stopped and I took a step back. She was no longer trembling and fearful, she was excited as she bit her bottom lip and looked at me with desire in her eyes. I then walked around her once again, this time to the back of her as I gently moved her hair to the side. I slowly slid down the zipper on her dress, and with a simple breath it fell to the floor, revealing all of her to me.
