Strip Show

In another time and place I might have panicked at the sudden loss of control but under Heather’s loving care I hadn’t a care in the world. As it always was with her, I just knew in my heart that she would never harm me. With a trust this complete I could enjoy the sheer erotic thrill of being bound by an older, dominant woman.

Heather starts to turn away when she suddenly stop and looks back at me again.

“Hm?” I tilt my head.

Swooping in she takes me by the shoulders and pins me against the back of the chair while at the same moment kissing my cheek. She lets out a little laugh then kisses my other cheek. The next thing I knew I was being peppered with kiss after kiss all across my face and neck.

“What are you doing?” I laugh, turning my way this way and that like I might with a slobbery puppy. “Ha ha ha!” Kiss, kiss, kiss, kiss her lips are everywhere!

“It just dawned on me that I can kiss you all I want and you can’t stop me. MWAH!”

“When have I ever stopped you? Ha ha ha!”

“Never. But it’s still fun.”

Nuzzling deep into my neck just behind my ear Heather takes a deep inhale through her nose. As she stands she drags a finger up my neck to flick my chin before turning and striding away, her plump bottom swaying hypnotically as she went.

Heather walks around the side of the bed and stops. Still facing away from me she begins to slowly untie the belt of her robe. As she lets the silk belt fall to her sides she peeks back over her shoulder to find that had the complete attention of both me and the stiffy tenting my jammies. With an oh so seductive smile she faces away again. She pulls the top of her robe down just enough for me to see her smooth, pale shoulders. Rocking her wide, womanly hips back and forth she inches the robe lower and lower down her back to reveal the black straps of some sort of lingerie. The robe then rises, all the way to her shoulders again, before plunging back down to her lower back. She was teasing me and I loved it.

Then all at once she lets the robe go. The red silk glides down her thick, shapely legs to pool around her feet like water in slow motion, revealing the softest, curviest, milfyest body that this lucky little honey boy had ever seen. Last night in the ethereal moonlight her beauty was like out of a dream, but here in the warm lights of the room’s two lamps her flesh was altogether earthly. The rich brown of her hair running down her back to kiss the top of her ass, the pale peach of her supple skin, the flashing red of her nails, I saw her every vibrant detail. This was no angel. This was a woman in the ripest years of her life.

She wore a sheer black baby doll that hugged her around the lower chest then draped loosely down just past her plump ass cheeks and did nothing to obscure the fair flesh beneath it. Her thick hourglass figure is only accentuated by the gossamer black surrounding it. Beyond this and her matching stockings there was only a red, barely there, G string panties. As my eyes follow the slender band of red that disappeared down the cleft of her ass all I could think about was that big, luscious booty sitting on my face. I shift in my chair, both wishing that I could grab my dick but also glad that I couldn’t.

Her body undulates as she continues to sway her hips left and right. Her motions were smooth and sensual yet clearly did not come easily to her. She didn’t have Blair’s lithe flexibility nor her practiced rhythm, but it was exactly her slight awkwardness that made this so sexy and so real. As I sat there in awe I could not for the life of me figure out why I used to prefer Blair’s bony little bum to a real woman’s ass like this. What was I thinking!? Running her hands up and down her exquisite curves she dances for her captive audience of one.

“You’re so sexy.” I whisper through an open, salivating mouth. I swallow hard before the drool could escape. “Oh wow!”

“Mmmm.”

In her dance she takes one step back and then another to end up at the corner of her bed. She hadn’t yet shown me her front but I could tell that she was building up to it. Despite my raging erection I could have watched this all night long.

Stretching her hands high above her head with her feet close together to really highlight her perfect shape she lets out a crooning hum. “Mmmmm. I feel so…lewd. So sinful. So wrong. Dancing for my handsome young stallion. Mmmm. I know this is bad but it feels soooo right.”

“It’s not wrong, Heather. It’s not. You look so good.”

Despite my encouragement I knew exactly what she was talking about. Flavoring every sexy second of this arousing performance was the spice of taboo. She in her forties, me in my twenties, the age gap between us made this all feel so forbidden. She was old enough to be my mother. She actually was the mother of one of my childhood classmates. She should know better. I should be out chasing women my own age. Yet here were, together. Everything about this made it feel like we were defying the laws of God and man, which only acted to make our illicit attraction burn all the hotter.

Reaching back Heather finds the corner post of the bed. Using it for support she gyrates her hips then in a sudden twirl turns to face me. She stops directly behind the post, holding it in both her hands as she peeks around it at me with lust burning in her brown eyes. Still the tease her forearms covered her nipples and the sturdy oak post her crotch. She licks her ruby lips as she begins to stroke the post as if it were her own giant cock.

“Do you want to see it?” She says in a breathy whisper.

“Yes!”

“Heh, heh, heh.” She grins wickedly. Letting her arms stroke free she reveals her huge tits to me in all of their glory. Though there was fabric over them I could see them every bit as clearly as the night before. My mouth watered for another taste of those big, plump nipples. Her hands stroking lower and lower down the pole she asks again. “You really want to see it, baby?”

“Yes! Yes, please. Please!”

“Please? Ohhhh, you sweet thing. You know I can’t resist a good boy.”

“Please. Please let me see you.” I beg in that soft way I’d used in the bath. “Please let me see your cock.”

“Anything for you.”

Her eyes locked on mine she shifts to her right. Swinging from out behind the post, not much thinner than it was, is Heather’s massive schlong!

“OH!” I gasp, surprised to see it in the flesh.

The G string I saw from behind had me expecting panties. It had me expecting another bulge before big reveal. Instead it turned out that the G string supported a lacy pouch that held Heather’s big balls in a snug little package. Heather’s cock was…it was…it was a miracle of nature! It was a wonder of the world! IT WAS FUCKING HUGE!

The bulge I’d seen the night before had not prepared me for the monster before me now. Allowed to hang free Heather’s thick, tapered knob dipped nearly to her knees. Its veiny girth would have even the biggest porn stars feeling inadequate. Around the center of that incredible girth was a frilly black lace band with a deep red bow. It looked like one of those garters a new bride might wear, though this one was designed to fit around a third leg.

The dick-garter was a wonderfully feminine touch to what otherwise would have been the most masculine of sights. It was a welcome reminder that Heather was every inch a woman. And what a woman!

Her left arm holding the post she steps around and leans into it. Taking her mammoth member in her soft hand, her fingers and thumb not even close to touching, she slowly lifts it. The heavy sag reveals that she wasn’t yet fully hard! Dear God! How big did that thing get!?

“Do you like it, baby?” She begins to stroke from garter to tip. “Mmmm. She likes you.”

My words failing me all I can do is stare.

“I know it’s big. I was just born this way, sweetie.”

“Uhhh…”

“Don’t let it intimidate you, Elliot. Don’t let me make you feel lesser. Your cock is huge. A real man’s cock. I love your big cock, Elliot. You don’t have to measure yourself against me. Okay?”

In my stunned state penis envy hadn’t even occurred to me. Hers was just too big to compare. It was in a whole different category. If they were creatures her mighty serpent could have swallowed up my five inch worm in a gulp and been hungry for more. As incredible as it was, it also just felt…proper. Of course she would be so much bigger than her honey boy. Of course she’d put her boy toy to shame. Of course a woman like her would be superior sexually to a man like me. All the pieces just fit together. As I gawk at her surging monster with a gnawing hunger for honey my own manhood is straining harder than ever. Had my hands been free I wouldn’t have been able to resist myself from starting to wank.

“Elliot?” She says softly.

“Huh?” Somehow I tear my eyes away from her member to look up into her eyes.

“You okay, baby? Talk to me.”

“You’re incredible!” I whisper. “Oh, Heather! Ohhhhh! You’re incredible!”

Her worries eased as she recognizes my state as erotic awe and not intimidation or bitter jealousy Heather’s beautiful smile return, brighter than ever.