Janice
Covington was sitting behind the rather ominous and large cherry
desk in the study. She had been studying her fathers
journal and maps to some of the places he believed the scrolls
could be located in Greece. She stood, stretched, and wandered
over to the bar to pour herself another scotch. As she sipped her
drink, her free hand caressed the silk on the edge of her dark
green smoking jacket. It had been a first anniversary gift from
Melinda, and the only time she could wear it was when the tall
beauty was not at home. As soon as Mel arrived home from the
University, she would slip out of her dress and hose, and amble
through the mansion and into the study in her underclothes, pull
the jacket from Janices shoulders, slip it on, and sigh
contentedly as she inhaled deeply the smell of fine cigars and
Janice. She would then slip into one of the leather chairs
sitting in front of the fireplace and relax. Sometimes having a
scotch before dinner, sometimes not.
Janice heard
the car on the gravel lining the long curved driveway. The door
slammed as Hower began to bark happily at the door. Leaning
against the desk, Janice set down her drink and closed her eyes
to picture what Mel was doing.
She heard the
key slide into the back door lock. Hower immediately stopped
barking, and she knew Mel was lavishing the dog with attention.
Muttering, "lucky mutt," she pictured the large
shepherd sitting in the middle of the kitchen floor, tail
wagging, tongue dripping salvia, and Mels hands scratching
his ears. She could hear Mels heels on the floor of the
kitchen and then on the wooden stairs. She could see her slowly
undoing her dress as she made her way up the stairs and to their
bedroom, Hower at her heels.
Still leaning
against the desk her eyes closed, moments later, she felt the
large delicate hands slowly circle her waist, the sweet smell of
Mel in the air, the softest of kisses on her lips.
Janice opened
her eyes to look up into the sky blue eyes of her lover. As she
pictured, Mel stood before her covered in black lace
underclothing.
"Love have
you taken to napping standing up?" Melinda purred near her
ear.
"No."
Janice lifted her hands to the thin waist before her and caressed
the curves.
Hands slowly
slide inside of her smoking jacket and caressed her breasts
tenderly before sliding down further to undo the sash. Mel slowly
slide the jacket from the small frame of Janice and slide into
the warmth. Janice smiled knowingly at Mel and glanced down.
Though the jacket fit Janice very well, it was a little short for
her tall lover, and it barely covered the roundness of her
backside.
Mel smiled at
the green eyed beauty before her before snatching her tumbler of
scotch and heading to a chair in front of the fireplace.
Janice smiled
before returning to her chair behind the desk to finish up some
work while Melinda relaxed, with her knees over the arm of the
high back leather chair and her back against the other arm.
Janice sat down but was unable to get back to work, the swinging
of the long calves catching her attention. She couldn't see her
lovers blue eyes, but for some reason thought she was being toyed
with. She continued to stare at the long tanness continue to
swing back and forth softly. Clearing her throat she rose to get
herself another drink.
"Mel?"
"Yes
love?" A voice from behind the chair purred.
"Would you
like another drink?" Janice notices her hands shake slightly
with desire as she thinks, God, that woman affects
me!
"Please."
The thighs
continue to swing as she carries the crystal decanter over and
refills Mels glass. Gazing down she enjoys the view of a
barely concealed black lace panties, the partly closed blue eyes,
the stark contrast of the dark green against the dark brown
leather of the chair, and the glow the firelight has on
Melindas features. Sighing softly she returns the decanter
to the bar, and slips into her chair behind the desk once more.
"Jan?"
Janice opens a
box on the desk and purposefully pulls a cigar from the box and
lights it before answering the voice.
"Yes?"
Gripping the
arm of the desk chair with her free hand, she watches as Mel
uncrosses her left leg and drop it to the floor, stretching it to
rub Hower with her toes. Janice swallows hard and wonders why Mel
was not doing that when she filled her glass. She is now very
aware of Mel toying with her. She knows Mel is very aware that
all Janice can see is her long legs and hear the sound of her
voice.
"I was
thinking maybe we could order Chinese for dinner? Have it
delivered." The sweet face came around the corner of the
chair to smile at Janice, "I don't really feel like cooking
dinner."
Janice picked
up on the intentional pause that Mel had made. She smiled as she
continued to puff on her cigar. She knew this game well. They
both were toying with each other now. She would wait to give her
answers, pretending to be lost in thought and enjoying her cigar.
She knew Melinda was still watching her waiting for an answer.
"Of
course, love. Shall I call in our standard order?" Jan
smiled sweetly at Mel, her thoughts on something other than food.
"Please,
" she purred again with a smile.
Janice slowly
lifted her small body from her chair and approached the smiling
face near the fireplace. She squatted down next to the chair,
inches from a knee and the face peering around the chair. Smiling
wickedly, she leaned toward the face of her dark haired lover,
and quickly kissed her. Pausing only a moment on the soft lips,
afraid if she continued they would never get dinner and the
teasing would end, she stood up and handed Mel her cigar,
"mind holding this while I run down the stairs?"
Mel smiled and
gladly took the offered object and began puffing softly on it.
The smile on her lips caused Janice to stand there momentarily,
watching the joy on the face of her lover. Thinking, oh, if
your daddy could see you now, my southern belle.
Janice ran a
hand up the smooth calf before turning and leaving the study.
Smiling to herself as Hower followed her to the kitchen to make
the phone call to the restaurant in town. She considered their
choice to have the study upstairs across from the master bedroom
while she was on hold. It had worked out so wonderfully. So very
close to bed when they wanted each other. Which she smiled
broadly, was VERY often. Someone came on the other end again. She
gave her name and replied yes when asked if it was the normal
order. Hanging up the phone she scratched Howers head and
headed back up the stairs.
Upon entering
the study again, Janice noticed that Mel had lit a view candles
in the room and had turned off the three lamps that had been on.
Quickly looking around the room she spotted Mel leaning against
the desk, her jacket open and the cigar between her lips.
Striding across the room, Jan reached up and plucked the cigar
from Mels lips, walking over to the fireplace, she tossed
it into the flames. Turning back toward the desk , she eyed the
tall beauty openly as a smile took her lips. Janice decided she
was tired of playing.
"Melinda?"
"Yes
love?" Mel purred.
Softly but
firmly Jan replied, "strip for me." She took Mels
spot against the desk as Mel moved away from the desk and began
by sliding the jacket from her shoulders and letting it fall to
the floor. Jan smiled, encouraging Mel to remove more. Mel
reached behind her back and quickly unhooked her brassiere and
slowly slid it off, letting it join the jacket. Mel ran her hands
over her shoulders down her arms, across her stomach, and up to
cup her breasts.
Janice slowly
licked her lips as she watched Mel gently tug on her nipples.
Using her finger she motioned Melinda to come closer.
Tentatively Mel
stepped within reach of Janice, her hands still caressing her
breasts.
Janice slowly
ran her fingertips along Mels forearms before pulling her
hands from her breasts and replacing them with her lips, as she
began to suck on a nipple.
Melinda moaned
and arched her back at the touch. Her hands tangling in the
blonde hair at her chest.
Janice knew Mel
was more then ready by her responses. Reaching down she grabbed
Mels lace panties on each side of her hips. She released
the nipple long enough to look into the eyes of her lover.
Mels nodding head told her what she silently asked. Her
head lowered to the other nipple and as she began to suck it into
her mouth, her teeth lightly grazing it, she tugged hard at the
lace, ripping it from Mels body.
Mel moaned as
the material was striped away and the warmth of the room
delicately caressed her wetness.
Janice pulled
Mel closer, kneading her round flesh as her mouth feasted on her
breasts.
Mel began to
grind against Janice, her need mounting as her lover rubbed her
backside and licked and sucked her breasts.
Janice slowly
lifted her head, a corrupt little smile on her lips. "Mel,
do you trust me?"
"Yes love,
of course."
"Lay down
across the desk." The smile continued as she walked over to
retrieve her whip from a hook near the door. She let the whip
unfurl and drag along the floor as she returned. She saw a
momentarily look of fear in Mels eyes when she turned her
head and saw the whip.
Melinda eyed
the whip warily, then relaxed knowing how much she loved and
trusted Janice. She knew she wouldn't hurt her.
Walking around
the desk to where Mels head was, Janice quickly wrapped the
end of the whip around Mels wrist, then sliding the handle
under both small legs of the desk, she handed the handle to Mel.
"Mel, by
letting go of the handle you can free yourself at anytime."
She smiled softly at her lover as she brushed some dark hair from
her face. "I want you to try and stayed restrained. Let me
please you like you have never been pleased before. If you want
to stop, all you need do is release the handle and you will be
free."
Mel smiled
trustingly at Janice and shook her head, not trusting her voice
and the emotions she felt. She was willingly trusting Janice like
no one else in her life and it was exciting her beyond words.
Janice kissed
her softly before moving to the other side of the desk, her hands
roaming over the smooth back and squeezing the roundness before
running her short nails down the backs of Mels thighs.
Standing up again, Janice began quickly removing her white button
up shirt and khaki trousers.
Soon she stood
behind her lover, caressing her back again. Leaning over the
naked body on the desk, Janices own nakedness pressing
against Mels, she whispers near her ear, "Mel, do you
still want to continue."
Mel shook her
head yes, still not trusting her voice. She could feel her
wetness sliding down her thighs as her excitement continued to
mount.
Slowly, Janice
began to grind her hips into the firm backside of her lover.
Moaning, Mel
let the sensory overload wash over her. She was enjoying the
grinding of her lover, the firm breasts pressed into her back,
and the feel of soft leather in her hands. Janices leather.
It was becoming to much. She was so close.
Suddenly the
warm body removed itself. Mel groaned at the loss and tried to
turn her head to see where Janice had gone. She was unable to so
with her body pulled across the desk and bound by the leather she
still held. She debated for a moment of letting go, changed her
mind, and sighed as she placed her face against the cool wood.
Janice removed
herself from the pleasure of her lover to retrieve a nearby item.
Setting it on the desk, she began to drag her nails across the
smooth flesh again, leaving small red streaks along Mels
back, hips, and thighs. Gently tugging on Mels long hair,
she pulled her face from its resting place on the desk and
whispering in her ear, "I am going to show you the fine line
between pain and pleasure love. Are you ready to beg for
release?"
Melinda let the
words caress her, her mind running wild with the possibilities.
Not trusting her voice again, she nodded her head slightly.
Jans firm hold was not allowing her much movement.
Releasing the
dark tresses, Janice stood to admire the red streaks again.
Smiling wickedly, she picked up the yellow candle she had set on
the desk. Pouring a small drop of wax into her palm, she waited
until it started to harden slightly before placing her palm
against Mels hip.
Mel moaned at
the smoothness within Janices hand and the warmth of it.
She secretly wondered what it was, but closed her eyes and
trusted her lover to please her in a new way.
Seeing how Mel
responded to the warmth and the touch, Janice removed her hand
and added a couple of more drops of hot wax to her palm before
sliding it across the ample backside of her tall lover. Mel
pressed against her hand as Janice slid it along the smoothness.
Leaning down,
Janice lightly nipped Mel on the cheek, her breath hot against
the sensitive flesh.
Mel jerked
slightly and pressed her center against the desk, silently
begging Janice to take her this very minute.
As if reading
her lovers thoughts, Janice spoke softly, "Not yet love, but
very soon." Her tongue softly licked the area where teeth
marks were becoming visible. "You are not quite to that fine
line just yet." She chuckled.
Moving again,
Janice made sure she was not touching Mel, she waned the next
experience to be fully experienced by Mel. She wanted Mel to
total focus on the feelings and the pain. Standing behind her
lover, Jan watched as Mels back muscle bunched and
released, her center pressed against the edge of the desk, and
her breathe already ragged. Stepping up behind Mel, Jan placed
her feet on the inside of Mels and pressed her legs a
little further apart, enjoying the position and view of the
wetness on the firm thighs. Ever so slowly she brought the candle
up and tipped it very slowly until a single drop fell in the
small of Mels back.
Mel wondered
why Janice was going so slow, could she not see her need, her
desire, and now the openness of her position with her legs
spread. The hot pain was instantaneous and turned quickly to
pleasure as she felt the wetness of Jans tongue circling
near the hot spot. She tired to arch her back into the tongue but
was prevented from it by her positioning and the weight of Janice
on her backside. She moaned loudly.
Janice
continued to lick around the soft wax, allowing Mel to focus on
her tongue before pausing for a moment to add another drop of wax
near the first, and then giving her the same lavish attention
with her tongue.
The intensity
of the hot wax and the soft tongue were driving Mel out of her
mind, all she could focus on was her need for release. A
continuous moaning as she gasped for breathe the only sound she
could make.
Noticing the
continuous pumping of Mels hips, Janice removed her tongue
and smiled knowingly at her lover. She knew how close Mel was,
but wanted her to experience a little more. She slowly kneeled
behind her tall lover, her face scant inches from the wetness,
the smell intoxicating. Janice blew out the candle before setting
it on the floor.
Feeling the
exhale of cool air as it caressed her damp curls, Mel groaned
with need.
"Very soon
love." Came the soft voice near her center. Janice ran her
tongue along the cleft of Mels backside. She was caught off
guard as Mel arched her back and pressed against the tongue as
Jan drew it down along the puckered hole. Smiling to herself,
Janice took only a moment before allowing her own need to take
over and thrust her tongue past the tightness.
Mel gasped as
Janice entered an area she had near been. As the warm tongue
began sliding in and out, Mel relaxed slightly and began rocking
between the tongue and desk again. Her desire mounting.
Janice
continued the onslaught with her tongue, the smell of Mels
excitement overtaking her senses. Fighting back the urge she had
to thrust her fingers into her lover at the same time as her
tongue, she slid her hands to Mels hips to pin her against
the desk.
Enjoying the
feeling on Janices tongue and hands, Mel took a deep breath
and moaned, "Pleeeassse
.."
Finally giving
into her lovers need, Janice slid two fingers into the
wetness.
A growl escaped
Mels lips as she felt the penetration.
Setting a quick
pace to release her lover, Janice thrust her fingers in but a few
times and Mel released onto her fingers. Slowly removing her
tongue, she slid her body along her lovers back without
removing her fingers, just stilling them within the tight
wetness.
With her body
pressed along the left side of Mels body, her fingers still
enjoying the silkiness of her lover, Janice whispered, "Let
go of the handle."
It took a
minute for Melinda to register the meaning of the words, and then
another minute to force her muscles to release the wooden handle
she clutched. She stretched her body slowly, enjoying the weight
and the sensations that were brought on from the sweet torture
Janice had just given her.
Slowly Janice
removed her fingers from the haven they were enjoying and pulled
Mel up from the desk to kiss her deeply. As she deepened the
kiss, tasting the sweetness of Mel, she pulled the small wax
globs from Mels back.
As the wax was
removed, Mel sighed into Janices mouth and clutched at her
shoulders with her fingernails.
Smiling as the
kiss was broken, Janice met the blue eyes of Mel. "Well,
love, playtime is over. Time for us to retire to our large bed
and get down to a passionate night of loving."
The doorbell
rang.
They looked at
each other in shock. Laughing, they walked hand in hand to the
door across the hall.
Hower padded
along quietly, not wanting to be left in the hall all night when
they closed the bedroom door.
The End