Chapter 1: Sexual Equality
It was Saturday morning, they were both lying in bed awake and the tension was almost suffocating. At last, Chris had the courage to speak.
"Look, I'm sorry, but I just can't switch on like a computer at least not right now, I need something to get me going. I do love you, but all this stress with my job just makes it really hard for me."
"Or not hard!" came the barbed reply from Lynn.
"Well, that's helpful... It is pretty frustrating for me, you know! All I'm saying is I need something to get all this noise out of my head and maybe if... I don't know... maybe if you wore that basque I got you..."
"Great, so it's not your fault, it's all my fault for not being slutty enough!"
"No, for goodness sake, I'm just saying it might help... I'm not asking you to parade around town like a whore, just dress up a bit for once... for me... it's..."
"Degrading is the word you're looking for I think!'
"OK forget it, I can't see the big deal but if that's how you feel let's get up... there's loads to do."
"So that's it then.?"
"Yes. I've made a suggestion, but you're not interested. Unless you've got a better idea then might as well just get up."
"Alright, you win!" she sighed with significant attitude. "Frankly I don't buy this work excuse, but I'm not going to tart myself up with an audience, so go get a shower, and don't be back in less than fifteen minutes."
If it hadn't been three months since he had last enjoyed a satisfying fuck, he would have probably told her to get lost, but instead, he sloped off to the shower in his dressing gown.
To bide his time he gave himself a very close shave and even shaved his cock and balls. He was not at all hairy so it just neatened everything up nicely. After towelling down he applied some body lotion which he loved rubbing in and, which, apart from smelling nice, always left his skin feeling particularly silky. He was already sporting a semi just at the thought of what was waiting for him.
Twelve minutes later he opened the bedroom door ajar and asked if she was ready and was a bit surprised and intrigued by the reply.
"Yes, but don't just come charging in... get on your knees, keep your eyes to the floor and then crawl in here and over to me.
Chris did as he was told, nudging the door open with the top of his head. He could see her feet in patent heels and black stockings and slowly crawled in following the instructions, his hardening cock swinging from side to side as he slowly advanced.
Lynn was standing by the dressing table and, when he reached her feet, he started to look up, but in an instant, she barked out a stern warning. "No! Keep your head down, just do as I say."
He suddenly felt quite weak, but in a nice way, and his cock was now as hard as he could ever remember. Steadying herself on the dressing table, she lifted one foot and placed the heel in the back of his neck, pressing down.
"Now, kiss my shoe."
She eased him down, the heel causing a sensual and pleasurable pain, and once he had kissed her shoe she removed her retaining foot and placed it back on the floor giving him a new order.
"Good, now slowly, and I mean slowly, work your way up my legs, get your face in my cunt and pleasure me until I tell you to stop. Clear?"
"Yes," Chris replied submissively, beginning his journey. He inched his way up the glossy nylons, the material caressing his lips and cheeks, her warmth sending shivers down his spine straight to his balls which ached with excitement.
He nibbled at the lace on the tops of her stockings savouring the silky feeling of her naked skin on his forehead and then, picking her right leg for no particular reason traced the rough suspender belt up with his nose until it reached the smooth satin band of her panties.
Pressing his left cheek on the satin, his nose led him to the musky scent and he nestled his nose into the damp and perfumed crevice where her legs met and he felt her shake. Groaning, she urgently called out in a frustrated whimper. "Take them off, take them off!"
Sliding his hands up the outsides of her legs, the subtle vibration of skin on nylon tormenting even his fingertips, it was his turn to tease, he finally clasped the sides and eased them down to her knees while drawing his tongue slowly over her clitoris making her tremble uncontrollably. She moved her knees together, allowing the panties to fall to the floor so she could step out of them and part her legs to give him more access.
Chris was no novice to oral sex. He toyed with her, slowly caressing her with his tongue, then sucking and flicking, changing his pace in response to her breathing and sighs, taking her to the edge, and then easing off, being forceful and then gentle.
Finally, with his chin running with her juices, he inserted his middle finger fully applying a gentle rubbing pressure to her g-spot until her back arched. The combination of this with the relentless flicking of his tongue across her clitoris ended the sweet torment with a crescendo and she came noisily, her knees buckling, so he had to support her with his free hand clenched against her tight buttocks.