Her Feather Duster

Her Feather Duster


Hair tousled in a fashion that dictates seduction. Glitter pins softly placed where his fingers can easily pull them out upon desiring freedom with me. Headband wide with little hints of sparkle sit, atop my glittered pinned hair that he will no doubt notice upon entering the home this evening.

Eyes traveling, I enjoy his heated stare at my very short, yet tailored black fitted skirt and white ruffles underneath. All this feminine lure is tied with a wide banded apron and pronounced bowlike on my waist over my behind and maid like short skirt. I am wearing a white blouse; see through shear with a push-up French bra that exposes my erect nipples completely.

Discovering his manly shaft growing by the developed tightness in his slacks, I relish in the pleasure that he is lusting the thought of touching me all over. I notice that his eyes travel down my sexy body to the black meshed seemed hose and garters that cover my tiny thong string panty that he knows is drenched by now! Finishing touches are the spiked high black heels with maid-like bows that are on my pampered manicured feet he absolutely adores.

After he excitedly consumes all of my standing feminine seduction, he ventures over for a touching embrace. I look at him and suggest that he let me finish my chores while he unwinds some from the drive home! He steps back and smiles and turns upstairs to change.

I am bustling all over the place with a feather duster in hand. I am humming while dusting; making my teasing presence known. Reaching the top of the stairs I see him looking at me with the eyes of a tiger in heat.

I make sure to pass him and bend over to reach one of the feathers that dusted away from me while cleaning. How wonderful to feel his energy all over me as he walks over and places his arms around my waist; pulling me closer to him. He kisses my neck in that special spot that makes me tingle below for him to continue. He drenches my ear with a moist wetness along with a furrowed breathing that takes me over and has me in a state of total surrender and desirable frenzy.

I have contemplated this scenario since this afternoon. This excitement has placed me in a melting state of mind. I am forbidden to touch myself and my body before surprise scenarios or events we plan together. This heightened pleasure zone I am in has me wanting and deliciously anticipating his touch.

Placing his arms on my waist, he unties my apron bow and turns my body to face him. He kisses me. My erect nipples projecting through my shirt, He only has to look at them, lick them gently and I will squirm in delight. Unbuttoning my blouse slowly; one button at a time; he sees my body yearning for him. Again he licks gently with his tongue now, circling just enough to tease me. I am moaning quietly. He circles each nipple again; slowly and nibbles with a tiny bite. The nibbling, sucking, flicking with his finger is driving me insane with desire for more!

Rubbing my entire body with his hands and careful never to touch any areas of seductive thirst or entry; he takes his time exploring my legs, arms, neck, hair, and curvy butt. He has this way of making me feel so sexy by the way he studies me with his eyes as he carefully gazes, grazes, and touches me lightly.

Feeling his manhood rubbing my backside makes me wetter than wet; and wildly wanting him! My mind is begging for him to make me his treasure once more.

I am putty in his hands. I am in a melting moment of anticipating bliss. He has an inviting energy that captivates me like no other has before. He intuitively knows how to handle me.

It is this dance I want forever! I am sensually dusted as he softly caresses by body; touched and teasingly feathered by his heart; completely lost in his mind; and sexually devoured and polished by his manhood. I am special. I feel it. I intuitively know it. I am his.


By nutbuster