Feeling Soft

In a sort of waking dream we dance our way right through the playlist culminating in the all classic The Way You Look Tonight. My head on her bosom and my eyes closed I nevertheless continue to lead with just the occasional correction by Heather. Somewhere along the my hand leaves hers so that I could hold her with both arms, my hands resting at the top of her buttocks, while her arms encircled my shoulders and back. Ohhh how cozy it was enveloped in her soft warmth. Within my limited repertoire of moves I do what I can to keep things from getting repetitively dull, but truth be told we could have just been rocking back in forth in place and I would have been one happy guy. I’d never really understood the appeal of dancing until now, until her. Her smell was divine, her thick voluptuous body a bountiful gift from above, and the way she touched me and occasionally kissed my head or the back of my neck was simply heaven on Earth.

She asked me earlier if I felt ‘soft’. I wasn’t just soft, I was putty in her hands. And I wouldn’t want it any other way. Though heightened by the honey the sensation of gentle submission touched something within me that just felt…right. Dormant seeds hidden in the crevices of my soul were finally given the freedom to bloom thanks to Heather’s warm light. I’d started the evening trying to be strong and show some control but the longer we danced the more I just wanted to let go…to free myself of worry and responsibility…to give myself to her completely. As we sway in each other’s arms the thought of submission to someone so beautiful and caring was even more addictive than the honey.

The CD ends with the closing notes of the last song and still we dance for a minute or two as I didn’t want this moment to end. Eventually Heather brings us to stop. Lifting my head from her boobs for the first time since it went down I look up into her eyes and smile.

“That was really nice.” I whisper.

“Lovely.” She whispers back as she plays a finger across the bangs of my hair. A change had come over her. A hunger gnawed at her that no amount of tacos could ever satisfy. “Although I’m afraid our moonlight stroll may have to wait a bit.”

I chuckle as I knew exactly what the delay was. Though it was accurate to say I was feeling soft that didn’t go for what was going in my shorts where everything was rock hard. When we started our dance we’d already been excited but the arousal of moving and rubbing together with our bodies pressed tight had brought us both to full mast. One of the most unique things of slow dancing with Heather was feeling her steadily getting harder against me. With other girls I could have danced cheek to cheek, but with Heather in heels it was cock to cock. There was something so viscerally flattering to be able to see and feel a woman’s arousal. Especially such sizable arousal!

“What do you suggest we do about our, um, delay?”

She nuzzles into my neck for a sniff and a smooch. “Mrrrmmm!” Stepping back she looks me up and down as her right hand snakes down my chest and stomach. “Mmm. You’ll forgive me for my boldness. I don’t want to spoil our romantic mood.” She grins seductively. “But I suggest you be a good boy…” Just as she says ‘boy’ she grabs my hard cock through my pants! “…and let me take care of this for you.”

“Oh!” I gasp.

“Ohhh, Elliot.” She croons, her hand tightening around my rod. “You’re driving me mad. I can’t stand it. I can’t wait any longer. I want to see you squirm. I want to hear you moaning my name. I want to smell your cum on the air.”

“Oh my God! Heather!”

“I can’t help myself, baby. You’re too much. Every instinct inside of me just wants to make you feel soooo good.”

“Oh, geez.”

“So how about it, handsome man?” She says with a slow, firm stroke. “You gonna be a good boy for Heather?”

My head is nodding yes before she’d even finished her question. “Yes, Ma’am!”

“Oh, sweetie.” Keeping a hold of my penis her free hand takes one of mine. Leaning in she kisses the center of my forehead and whispers sweetly. “Thank you, baby.”

Leading me by dick and hand she leads me to the sofa, stopping along the way to restart the music, where she begins to undress me. One by one she unbuttons my shirt, her eyes flaring with lust as my chest is exposed, then she peels it off of me. She carefully lays the shirt over the arm of the couch. Pressing her warm palms into my belly she begins to caress my body. Her soft hands run up to my shoulders, down my arms, around my back and up over my shoulders again before gliding down to stop on my pecs. She almost seemed in a trance as she stared at my flesh, a funny little smile on her full lips.

“Soooo handsome.” She breathes. “You can’t know how cute you are when you blush.”

“Oh, Heather.”

I go to reach for her but she gives me a single shake of her head. “Let me look after you, baby. Let me play.”

“But what about…?”

“Me?” Her sultry grin widens. “Don’t you worry about me, baby. I’ll get mine when I’m ready.” The tips of her fingers gently trace down the sides of my pecs, swoops along the bottom, then straight up the middle. “You’ll think me old-fashioned. Rebecca says I am a relic because I like to look after my man first.” She lets out a soft laugh. “She’d say I’m a victim of the patriarchy or some such thing. Heh! I say I’m just looking after what’s mine. What she sees as weakness I believe is strength. What better feeling is there than looking after your special guy? Hm?” She rustles my hair. “To watch him surrender to my touch. Do you know how strong that makes me feel?” Her thumbs find my tender nipples and oh so softly flit back and forth across them. “Is it so wrong to want to smother my man with love? Especially when he’s being so soft for me. Workin so hard for me. Being such a gentleman to me. And being such a good boyyy. Doesn’t he deserve some love for all he does?” As her final syllable draws out she lightly claws down my tummy toward my buckle which she immediately begins to unfasten. “Just leave everything to me, handsome.”

I wished I could have said something clever or sexy but the way she was talking to me and touching me and looking at me had my mental processes overheating. All I could do is stand there and obey and receive her tender affection. She was in full control now. And it was WONDERFUL!

After my belt she unzips my pants and pulls them down. Bent over as she was she finds herself staring right at the tent in my underwear. “Goodness!” Her eyes flash up for a second before locking back onto my turgid five inches. “Oh!” She gasps, her eyes wide, as she pulls my undies down to have my boner spring up hard and strong. “Fuck I love your cock, baby.”

“He, um, loves you too.”

“Awww.” She give my dick a smooch. “Little charmer.” Kneeling in front of me she offers me her hands. After a moment of just gawking at the sight of her all done in her gorgeous gown kneeling at my feet I slip my hands into hers. “Good boy.” Guiding me with soft pressure much like she’d done at the beginning of our dance she brings me down to sit on the sofa. “There we go.” Sidling forward between my spread knees she settles in and gets comfortable. Gazing up my naked flesh she lets out a long, hot breath. “Fuuuuck, baby. You don’t know what you’re doin to me right now. Mmmm.”

Her hands glide up my thighs and keep going until they reach my chest where they claw back down again. Had her nails been long she would left pink trails behind them. But they weren’t long. In fact they short. Very short. And recently trimmed and manicured to perfect smoothness. Had she always worn her nails this way?

“Mmmm.” I hum softly as her hands rub up the sides of my legs and along the flanks of my bare ass. The honey was petering off but still my flesh danced to her touch.

Hooking her fingers around the base of my back she pulls me foreward. “Little closer, baby.” Sitting up I scooch nearer. She giggles and places a hand on my chest to push my upper half back again. As I lay back she continues to pull until my butt was right up to the edge of the cushion and my shoulders sunk into the back of the sofa. “Just like that.” Her wide eyes drink in my cock…and balls…and taint… and finally my asshole that she could just see peeking out from the cushion. “Yes, baby. This will do nicely.”