Chapter 7
She stared down at him, uncertain as to what to do or say. She turned her head, and saw them both reflected in the bedroom mirror. Somehow, it seemed absurd-not that he was doing what he was, but the idea of her in the dominant role. Still, she did feel excitement, and she began to smile as she looked down into his face.
Her fingers unsnapped her slacks and opened the zipper. Slowly, she began to lower the slacks and her panties, presenting her up-tilted ass cheeks to his face. The pants down around her knees, she turned her back to him, and her eyes went to the mirror.
"Alright," she said breathlessly, "do it."
She still half-expected him to grin, admitting that it had been a joke, as it might have been initially. But he did not grin, and she saw that his pants were tented out and up from his crotch. He leaned forward, and he pressed his lips to the silky pillows of her fanny.
Warmth rippled up through her body, and she moistened her lips. She did not fully understand what was happening, but her heart was pounding with excitement. His lips moved over the centers and outsides of her buttocks, and then he pressed his mouth into their deep cleavage. Her toes curled tight as his lips moved downward till they came to the base of her cunny. He kissed the center bases of her ass cheeks, and slid his tongue upward, feeling the soft cushions embrace it.
Her eyes were lidded, and her lips were parted. Her underbelly was filled with tremors of delicious heat as he tongued and kissed, and she swallowed hard.
"That's enough," she said, and he leaned back, his face flushed.
She turned to look down into his face. He lowered his eyes, seeing no approval on her face, and his eyes focused on the lush mound of her cunt.
"No, none for you ... yet," she said, having no idea where the words were coming from. "Maybe later." She stared at him, unsure as to what to do next. "Put my pants back on," she told him, and he nodded eagerly as he slid them up toward her hips. "You may sniff my puss," she told him as the pants came to the juncture of her thighs.
"Thank you," he whispered, and he leaned forward until his nose and upper lips just touched her chestnut plume.
She watched as his nostrils flared, and he reluctantly leaned back after filling his lungs with her fragrance. The pants up around her hips, he zipped and snapped the slacks. "May I leave for a moment?" he asked. "Who asked you to come?" she asked coolly. "Just for a moment? I-I have something for you in my car," he promised.
"Oh, alright," she said with a bored tone, and turned away.
"Thank you," she heard him say as she began to pour herself a drink, and the door closed behind him.
"And I thought yesterday was strange," she said with a shake of her head, and she took a swallow. "Of course, yesterday was a delight." She smiled. There was a light knock at the door. "Come in," she said, and Jack came back in.
"I-I've had this in the trunk for a long while," he said as he held a large clothing box up for" her to see.
"Why didn't you give it to me before?" she asked, curious as to what was in the box.
"I was afraid ... that you'd be upset, turned off," he said, lowering his eyes.
"But not now?"
"No." He smiled. "Not after....I'd hoped, but I'd almost given up thinking that ... that it'd happen. I couldn't figure out how to bring it up."
"What are you talking about?" she asked with a trace of weariness.
"Let me show you," he smiled shyly, and he knelt on the rug as he began to open the box.
Her curiosity aroused, she watched with interest as he untaped and opened the box. She saw black leather, and the light glinted from silver metal. Smiling hopefully", he held the garment up. It was cut like a one-piece swim suit, but it was made of leather.
"Do-do you like it?" he asked.
"I'm not sure," she said in all honesty, and she finished the drink.
"Maybe when you have it on...?"
"Maybe," she shrugged. "You can dress me-I suppose."
Carefully putting the outfit back in the box, he moved forward on his knees, and began to untie her shoes. He caressed them from her feet, and reverently opened her pants. Placing a hand on his head, she raised one foot and then the other. He reached up to unbutton her blouse, and she shrugged it from her shoulders. Folding the slacks, he draped the blouse over the arm of the couch.
Running her hand over her taut belly and down over her warm mound, she smiled to herself. Standing casually nude as the clothed Jack moved around on his knees, she found herself enjoying it. He opened some snaps, and turned back to her, holding the outfit. The bottom had been removed, and it was like a merry widow now. She watched as he reached around behind her, and brought it together at her stomach. He fastened silver chains, and the leather snugly held her waist, forcing her breasts high. He lifted the part he had removed, and she moved her legs further apart.
The section of leather tapered toward the center, and this part fitted to the underarch of her body. He snapped the ends to the base front and rear of the merry widow, and the center of her mound and of her tush were covered, the cheeks of both pressed outward. She was pleasantly surprised by the feel of the leather.
He lifted another section and stood up. He snapped the bases of leather bra cups to the merry widow. The tops of the cups had silver chains that connected to a wide leather collar that he fastened at the back of her throat.
The peaks of the cups were cut out, silver rings framing her nipples, which were forced outward. Slender, three-inch-long spikes stuck out from the collar, an inch apart, "You did well on the size," she said, looking toward her reflection in the mirror.
"That you," he said. "Those boots of yours will go with it perfectly. Can I get them?"
She nodded, and watched as he went to her bedroom closet. It was amazing that she had been so unaware of this side of his personality. Still, it might explain him putting up with her previous reluctance concerning balling, and some of her crabby moods, she thought with a smile.
He returned with the boots, and knelt to hold them as she slid her feet into them. They came to just below her knees, and laced up the fronts. The heels were thin and very high, and the contours of her legs were accented. She had never been certain why she had bought the boots, which she wore only rarely, but had assumed it was due to the intricate workmanship. She now recalled how enthusiastic Jack had been when he had seen them The strings laced up through the many eyelets, and tied, he moved back to look at her. His eyes were dilated, and he was smiling broadly, his cock lifting his pants.
She turned and moved toward the bedroom mirror. There was something strange about seeing herself in the leather outfit and boots, as if she were looking at someone else. Her hips bared, her long legs looked even longer. The boots arched her hips forward, and the shallows between her thighs and the outside of her mound were accented. The rings of her nipples looked very soft in the ringed openings of the leather bra cups, the tops of her breasts defined due to being pushed upward. Her long, aristocratic neck was shown off by the collar. The silver studs, the nipple rings, and the chains glinted. She turned and looked back over her shoulder. The leather strap pushed the rounded cheeks of her ass out to the sides, defining their lushness, and the shallows between them and her hips.
"Do you like it?" he asked from the living room.
"Yes," she admitted. "But why did you wait so long before giving it to me?" she added, instinctively knowing he would like that.
"I-I'm sorry."
"Never mind," she said, dismissing it as she turned before the mirror. "I think my hair should be up because of the collar. Come do it," she said, and sat down at her dressing table.
She smiled at the reflection before her, amazed how easily she was taking to this role.
"I forgot these," he said apologetically, and she looked in the mirror to see high leather gloves. She stretched out her arms from her sides, and her nipples rubbed against the metal rings as he slipped on the snug-fitting, black leather gloves, which reached up to the middle of her upper arms.
A bit uncertainly, he began to brush her hair back from her face, taking care not to pull it. He fumbled with pins as he gathered it at the back of her head, and she winced.
"I'm sorry. I-" he began, but he cut off as she gave him a cold look in the mirror.
Her hair smoothed back against her temples and the top of her head, it was gathered in a swirl at the back of her head. Trails of down soft hair touched against the leather collar with its needle spikes. She turned her head, inspecting his work, and stood up. Standing in front of the mirror, she rested her hands on her hips, and turned from side to side off her ankles. There was still an underlying humor to this for her, but she had to admit that she looked terrific in the outfit.
"You pulled my hair with your clumsiness," she said.
"I didn't mean to. It was an accident," he assured her.
"That doesn't change anything, does it?" she said, turning toward him, and she arched her head imperially. "Strip," she said commandingly.
Standing in the middle of the room, he fidgeted nervously, and then he began to unbutton his shirt. She watched him with a cool air as he undressed, and he ducked his head as his erect cock sprang up and toward her.
"Impertinent creature, isn't it," she observed as he stood naked before her, and she tweaked his knob with her leather-garbed thumb and fingers. "Your belt," she said, holding her palm out.
He swallowed hard, but bent down to lift his slacks. He took the buckle, and drew the belt from the loops. Dropping the pants, he placed the belt in her hand and watched as she moved toward the dressing table bench. Her near-naked ass cheeks rolled sensuously to either side of the leather strap, framed by the leather of the waist garment and the strap. She turned toward him, and he looked up from the plush outer pubes that the strap pressed out to the shallows above the insides of her thighs.
"Did you enjoy looking at my backside?" she asked, stretching the belt tight between her hands. "Yes." He nodded.
"Well, come over here and let me ... examine yours," she said, and she popped the belt.
He hesitantly moved to her, and she sat down. She patted her thighs and placed her hands on the ends of the bench. Her shoulders back, her nipples thrust out through the rings of the leather bra cups. She watched as he moved to stand to the side of her thighs, and then he leaned forward and across her thighs.
His stiff cock pointed toward the floor from between her legs, his sac dangling. The high spike heels of the boots dug into the carpet as she adjusted her legs to his weight.
She looked down at his muscled buttocks, and permitted herself a smile. She looped the belt in one hand and moved the other hand over his back, caressing him with the leather of the glove. He murmured with pleasure, and she suddenly brought the belt down against his ass. He stiffened with a gasp, his hands clutching against the carpet and around a leg of the bench.
Her breathing deepened as she spanked him, her breasts thrusting and sliding against the leather, her eyes dilating as she watched his buns become pink. Her legs moved closer, and she felt his hard cock pinioned between her thighs, his knob just above the tops of the boots. She shifted her legs, rolling his cock between them in rhythm to the rise and fall of the belt. Her clit was pulsing wildly, and orgasms flared like electric storms.
Gasping, she lowered her tiring arm. Catching her breath, she kneaded his now pink ass, and then pushed. He dropped to his knees, and looked up at her with glazed eyes. She motioned, and he stood up between her legs as she spread them. She realized that he was waiting for her command before coming.
She wrapped the loop of the belt around his swollen shaft and tightened it. She moved her gloved hand over his sack, and then tightened the ring of her thumb and forefinger above his balls. Slowly, she began to squeeze and shift his nuts.
"Are you sorry for being a bad boy?" she asked breathlessly.
"Yes. Yes, ma'am," he said tightly.
"Alright. You may come," she said, releasing his nuts.
His face lifted as she shifted the belt. His mouth opening wide, his hands bunched into fists at his sides. The contours of his stomach were defined as he leaned back off his heels, his shoulders bunching. He gave a strangled cry, and she watched with fascination.
She pulled his cock down with the belt and loosened it. His reddened cock bucked, jabbing down toward her loins as she unsnapped the crotch strap, and the thick spend splashed over her chestnut plume. His groan died away as the air went from his lungs, and he swayed drunkenly as the last of his come spurted onto her lush cunt.
"You may kneel," she said with a generous tone, and he dropped limply, his breathing ragged.
As he had been about to come she had remembered seeing Felice being eaten by the butler. Now, she reached back to unsnap the strap from the back, and she slid it out from under her. Her eyes lidded as the leather stroked her tingling cunt lips and the base of her fanny, and she dropped it aside.
"You may clean up after yourself now," she said, and he forced his eyes open, seeing her succulent cunny before him, his juices filming the fine wisps of her plume.
She leaned back with her elbows on the dressing table as he leaned forward from the waist. His face flushed, he moved his lips over the insides of her thighs, sucking up a few stray droplets. His cheeks brushing the softness of her inner thighs, he began to lick and suck his juices from the outsides of her loins, and from her abdomen. Her eyes lidded, she looked down as his tongue curled under against the bases of her ass cheeks and touched the bench between her thighs.
He sucked the soft hair into his mouth, drawing the still warm brew from it. Her tongue slid over her lips as her head leaned back. He tongued and kissed her full pubes, nuzzling his lips over them. Her back touched the table as her elbows slid further back, and her hands moved against the edge. His nose brushed against her tingling lips, and then his forehead as he stretched his tongue over the base of her cunny. Her hands tightened against the edge.
"Continue," she said tightly when he forced his eyes upward.
His tongue slid along her furrow, gathering the pale cream of his climax. His mouth filled with his own taste, he now tasted her juices. His tongue parted the petal-soft lips, and he moved his tongue into the warm sweetness of her nook.
She murmured as his tongue stretched and turned within the throbbing of her box, moving slowly and sensuously. Time blurred, and his tongue was like a stream flowing over stones, polishing them slowly and surely.
He gripped the front corners of the bench, his knuckles white. She had raised her feet to his waist, and the heels pressed down against the insides of his hips as the insteps rubbed against the tops of his hips. He felt the leather of the boots move against the top of his shoulders, moving in toward his head to grasp it as her silken thighs pressed against his ears and cheeks. He curled his tongue high in her, her taste now inundating his taste buds.
Her hands tightened and loosened at the edge of the table as his tongue moved up under her clit, moving with a delicate, constant rhythm. Her head lolled from side to side, her closed eyes raised toward the ceiling' as waves of bliss rippled through her. Her thighs squeezed his head, and her feet rocked against his hips. An image of Felice and Irwin came hazily through the passion that blurred her thoughts, and she moved her feet down from his hips. She felt the stiffness of his cock move against the spike heels.
He groaned softly into the drenched heat of her splay. The toes of the boots pressed against his stomach, and his throbbing tool was held between the boots, gripped between the leather-covered insteps. Her feet shifted, and her toes were down against the bases of his ass cheeks, his rod again held between her insteps. Her shins moved against the base of his rib cage. His prod pounded with heat.
Her fanny tightened and loosened against the seat, her hips arching as she twisted the blaze of her cunt against his mouth. Her legs pistoned, pumping at his prod. Her mind flashed with pleasure, her depths contracting and expanding. She groaned deeply, her torso curved forward, the crown of her head touching against the top of the table.
The toes of her boots pressed up against his ass as her legs tensed. Her body shook, her clit raging, and she suddenly leaned forward as she came, her leather-bound hands and forearms gripping his back. Her cunt pressed wetly against his lower face, and his lungs were filled with her fragrance. He groaned against her delicious splay, and his prod jerked between her boots. She went limp, dropping back against the desk, and her boots dropped to the floor. His tool thrust and bucked, and he writhed between her legs as his come splashed over the boots.
His forehead rested against the edge of the bench, the top of his head touching the quivering dampness of her cunny. Their strained breathing was the only sound. She brushed her tongue over her lips and forced her eyes open. Feeling very mellow, she pushed her arms against the table and sat up. She blinked as she saw him tonguing the last of his juices from the black leather of her boots, and she smiled as she remembered her shock at seeing Irwin licking his spend from Felice's feet and sandals. She absently moved her hand over her mound, and looked at it as she felt the leather pass over her tender lips. Smiling, she sucked her center finger into her mouth, tasting herself.
He sat back on his heels, and looked up at her. She stared at him thoughtfully for long moments, and stood up as she unfastened the collar and unsnapped the bra cups. Dropping them onto the table, she rubbed at her bared breasts.
"You aren't ... you aren't going to want to do this number all the time, are you?" she asked, looking down into his face, the air cool on her damp mound and on her breasts.
"I...." he began uncertainly.
"It's fun as a change, and I can see picking a day now and again, but not as a day-to-day thing. Okay?"
"Okay." He smiled, apparently relieved. "That's my feeling too."
"Good." She nodded, and moved toward the bed. "But don't get too relaxed," she warned. "The day isn't over yet." Sitting on the edge of the bed, she saw his expression of curiosity, and she stretched out, her arms and legs thrown wide. "I'm going to take a nap. Wake me in an hour-by gently licking me. Then you can polish my boots since you smudged them," she said, and she fell asleep.
Nodding, he sat on the bench, and looked across at her with a happy smile. He had enjoyed himself, and was looking forward to finding out what she had in mind for the rest of the day, and he was glad of her feelings about making this side of their relationship an occasional thing. One of the reasons he had put off presenting the leather outfit to her before, and broaching the subject, had been his concern that it would overwhelm their relationship in one way or another.
After he had polished the boots, refixed her hair, and refastened the crotch strap, he got dressed. She put on a light, knee-length coat, and slipped the collar and bra cups into one pocket. He held the doors open for her, and she sat in the back seat of his car as he chauffeured.
Felice opened the door, and smiled upon seeing her aunt. Felice closed the door after they had come in, and Jenni opened the coat as she turned to the girl, revealing the outfit. Felice blinked with surprise, and her smile widened. Jenni let the coat fall to the floor.
"Oh, wow, that's fantastic," Felice said, moving around Jenni to take in the whole of the outfit and its effect.
"There's more," Jenni said, and she held her hand out toward Jack.
He knelt to take the collar and bra cups from the coat pocket, and Felice stared at him with even more amazement. Jenni fastened the collar at the nape of her neck, and she started to fit the leather cups to her breasts.
"No," Felice whispered. "Let me."
Aunt and niece looked into one another's lidded eyes for long moments, and subtle smiles curled the comers of their mouths. Jenni's hands lowered, and Felice drifted her fingers over the succulent teardrops of the woman's breasts. She touched kisses to each nipple, and then fastened the cups to the merry widow. She smiled at the nipples so like her own thrusting out through the ringed openings, and she again kissed them.
"Now, what about you" Felice said with an arched eyebrow, and Jack shifted uneasily before them as they looked at him with gleaming eyes.