Savannah 1:3 - The Introduction
Gwen's body surged under Stephan's touch. Every inch of her was set aflame as his lips caressed hers. It was what she needed, what she desired. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. Their two bodies crushed together as lust overtook her. She wanted him now and his body responded in kind. His fingers grabbed at her clothes, pulling at them, trying to remove them. Just as his hands reached the clasp of her bra, she caught herself. She pulled her mind back from the haze of lust surrounding her and came to her senses.
This was her test, her time to show she knew what a man desired. Stephan was only giving her what she needed. It was his job, he pleasured women. He could sense what they wanted and she needed to prove she could too. As much as she wanted him to pleasure her, she wanted this job more. She wanted to be in control. Doing this for Madame Gretchen gave her the control she wanted. It also was a means to the pleasure she needed.
Stephan sensed the change in her. "Do you want me to stop?" he looked questioningly into her eyes. "Is it too much?"
Gwen shook her head. "No, it's definitely not too much, but it's my job to pleasure you, not the other way round." She grinned at him.
Stephan cocked his brow, "I thought you'd catch on." He smiled back at her.
Gwen took a step closer to him and pushed his chest causing him to lose balance and flop into the cushy chair behind him. Stephan's smile grew as Gwen backed away. She hesitated a second before starting.
"What would you like to see first?" she asked as she toyed with her hair.
"Mmmm," Stephan hummed softly. "I like this game. I want to see your breasts."
Gwen smiled coyly and ran her finger up her neck to her mouth. She sucked on her finger for a moment before letting it trail down her neck and between her breasts. Stephan licked his lips. She fluidly unbuttoned her blouse, pausing between each button so as not to reveal anything too quickly. Reaching the bottom, she turned around and let the blouse slowly slide from her shoulders. The soft blue silk fluttered to the floor in a pile around her feet.
Gwen looked over her shoulder and winked at Stephan. "Perhaps it would be better if you got the whole picture before I turned around."
With that she slowly slid her skirt zipper down. Her hands pushed it over her hips. Instead of letting it slide to the floor, however, she kept hold of the skirt and, bending at the waist, pushed it down her legs. She knew the view of her tight ass pushed up into the air would get to Stephan and his gasp told her she was right. The rustle of clothing also told her he was getting aroused and uncomfortable.
She released the skirt and slowly stood up. She turned to face him standing in front of him in only her bra, panties and stiletto shoes. Stephan's face was flushed and it caused Gwen to smile. It was far too long since she was able to make a man react this way.
"Do you still want to see my breasts?" she asked as she slid one bra strap down her arm.
"Yes," he croaked and adjusted himself.
Gwen slid her hands behind her and unclasped her bra. Her shoulders shrugged off the straps and she eased the bra from her body. Her firm, pert breasts pointed out, her nipples were hard with her arousal. She dropped the bra to the floor and brought her hands back up. She caressed her breasts as if a lover's hands guided them. Her fingers traced circles around her nipples and she couldn't help but gasp as she pinched one of them. Stephan gasped with her.
In a husky voice she asked, "Now what would you like to see?"
Stephan leaned forward, watching her intently. "Your cunt," he said, "show me your cunt."
She smiled at him and turned from him once more. She took the sides of her panties and slid them down. She bent at the waist again so he would have a full view of her moist cunt when she bent over. Stephan gasped. He was clearly aroused, but she wanted to make him want her, desire her just as much as she desired him. If she were able to make a man want her, then she did her job. That's what it was all about Madame Gretchen told her. Please him, make him want you, make him desire you so that he comes back again and again.
She turned back to him and stepped out of her panties. "Do you still want to see it?" she asked as she took a step closer to him.
"Yes," he groaned.
With one stilettoed foot, she pushed him back in his chair. With her foot on his chest, she leaned into close and whispered, "It's right here for you."
She moved her foot to the side and rested it on the arm of the chair. She stood in front of him now, one foot up on the chair, the other in between his legs. He stared up at her, surprise and lust on his face. Gwen suspected he wasn't expecting this. She took his hand and moved it up her thigh. She whispered to him again, "It's right here for you." and placed his hand at her cunt.
His fingers immediately ran over her, sliding through the wetness that had developed as she was stripping for him. Gwen moaned softly as his fingers explored her. Expert fingers ran over her and Gwen rolled her hips toward him. Her cunt welcomed fingers that weren't her own and a flush ran over her body.
to be continued...