You're too impatient

You can't tell if it's the music, the wine in your belly, your head buzzing or the sweet smell of Mr Solomon's skin just next to you, but you realise what this has been all along: a man, visiting his long-conquered mistress. It's true that you took up exercising when you realised he always opened his windows at the same time, eager to show up almost naked just where he could get a view of your tanned, curvy, soft body every morning, and see what you were preparing for him. Because let's face it, you've always been his to reap, since you could think about sex. You don't give him time enough to finish his sentence, you are already sitting on his lap. "My my," he goes, "someone here is a little impatient." You know what he's seeing: your red silky kimono which casually hangs at a shoulder, revealing your soft and flat chest, your big wide eyes just full of lust and desire, and your way to half-bite your lips. Your breathing accelerates, you just want him to touch you, everywhere. As a Pleasureboy you cannot get hard-ons, but you know the feeling you have too well: as if someone had planted a hook just at the bottom of your spine and was gently pulling, for you to arch some more, your back begging to fill a man's hand...

After what feels like an eternity, his hand finally cups your buttocks, and you can't contain a sigh, half pleasure, half relief, when his palm touches you through the silk. He grins, seeing you have already surrendered, and slowly drinks his own glass. He gently catches your chin and pulls you towards his mouth, kissing you softly and letting just a little wine enter your mouth at the same time. You moan of excitement, swallowing the wine and your heart beating like never before. You have a hard time catching your breath... "So so young boy, you wanted to tell me something?" he says half-jokingly. You barely manage to whimper a "Oh, Mr Solomon, please..." before having to catch your breath as you feel his other hand sliding gently between your legs, enjoying every square inch of your hairless body. "What is it young man? I cannot hear you..." he teases. Your head is spinning: "Oh Mr Solomon, please... I want..." you moan as he slides a finger on your soft, but sensitive intimacy, "I want you to be my first..."

He kisses you again, obviously having much fun spinning your head like he is. He continues exploring your offered body, sliding his second hand under the silk to start touching your derriere directly. You've been preparing yourself for that, and you know that as a woman/Pleasureboyizer, he knows how good a time he can have with you: all your body is calling for him to dominate you, from your elastic skin to your little moans. You start waving slowly on his lap, feeling his manhood getting harder as you do, and seeing the spark of desire lighting up in his own eyes. Quietly, he takes a firmer grip on your waist and stands up, lifting you like you weight nothing. You feel yourself melting in his arms, almost an extension of his own desire. He carries you, kissing you, up the stairs toward your room, which he kicks open. He walks to the bed and gently puts you on it, on your back, your legs spread open shamelessly. He grins and takes off his shirt and trousers. He stands in front of you in his underwear, his thin, sexy, slightly hairy body and obviously huuuuuge hard-on in front of you.