for Amythest
Remember last night, after we came home from dinner and finally managed to
leave the movie? I asked you to let me undress you
not because I wanted to
make love, but because I wanted to baby you. You agreed, but you didn't
actually let me. You never let me baby you
I suppose it is good that you are
so independent, but sometimes I just want to hold you in my arms and make you
feel like you are everything to me
I want to do everything for you, so that
you don't have to lift a finger for anything. I wanted to leave you happy and
comforted, and I wanted to do it my way. Let me tell you what I wanted to do
to you last night.
I wanted to hold you
to pick you up in my arms and carry you to a chair.
Setting you down in that chair with a kiss on the forehead to say, I love you,
darling, let me help you. First, I would start at your feet, deliberately
pulling off your shoes and stroking your feet through the stockings. Such
lovely, heeled shoes, though I can see by the sigh of relief you utter that
they were not as comfortable as you claimed when you put them on. Then, I run
my hands softly up your body and move around behind you. I unbutton your
blouse, just the one button, and lift your hair off of your shoulders, tucking
it in beneath the blouse so that I can pull it off without destroying the
beautiful arrangement that still hadn't been lost at the end of the evening.
The blouse is that velvet green thing that is so soft and elegant
the buttons
are gold-coloured with some funny stone in the middle of each one. Beautiful,
particularly on you. I wanted to lift first one arm, and then the other,
pushing your arms through the sleeves as if you were a doll, letting your head
loll back on the chair and completely relax as my hands caress you and move
you where they want you to go. With your hands now inside your blouse, I can
turn it around carefully, so that the wide part of the neck is in front of
your face. Gently I pull it up over your head, making sure not to disturb
your ears or your nose and letting your hair reassemble itself as it passes
through the neck. Your hands fall to your lap and... oh, god, I forgot you
weren't wearing a bra.
I wait for my pulse to relax, gazing at you, your beautiful face looking up
to me, your hands clasped in your lap, and your bare breast grinning at me as
if to say, are you sure you don't have an ulterior motive? No, I do not, and
i carefully plunge on, though not without first regretfully caressing the
cleft between your breasts as I gather you into my arms and stand you up.
Your eyes close as you stand with your hands by your sides, and I pull your
skirt, that gauzy skirt through which you can easily see your stocking-covered
legs and the black slip that protects the less public areas of your body
pulling it down around your ankles easily, I lift first your left foot and
make you step out of the skirt, and then the other foot as you grasp hold of
my head to steady yourself, pulling me frighteningly close to you as I kneel
at your feet. I can smell your musky odor coming through your stockings, and
if I don't do something quick I am going to forget my intentions.
I hold you until you recover your balance, and then return to your waste,
pulling your nylons and your panties down around your knees in one motion.
Nearly nude, your body calls out to me, and I feel mine answering as I stand
behind you and guide you to a sitting position on the bed. Then, I return to
your feet, carefully ignoring the ignoble callings I am feeling at the sight
of your nakedness again. It is so hard to love so intensely and still keep
that love in perspective. Tonight we are not to make love. Tonight we are to
simply love.
Pulling your stockings down around your ankles, I let my hands wander
across your thighs and knees, gently caressing them and exciting soft moans
from you as you sit above me, eyes closed. Then, picking up first your left
foot and then the right, I slip the stockings over them and cast them aside.
Your panties follow, pulling them down your knees to your feet, then placing
your feet in my lap as I pull the lacy things off of you and drop them next to
me. Overcome, I kiss your feet warmly, running my hands up the back of your
legs, and then stand, reaching for the nightshirt you left hung over the chair
when we rose this morning.
Your eyes open and you smile as I approach you with the shirt, rolling it
up around the neck and holding it out for you. You reach up with your arms,
but I push them away, reminding you that this is my job, and yours is to sit
and enjoy my attentions. I quickly pop the rolled-up shirt over your head and
carefully pull your hair through the neck-hole, trying not to disturb it an
more than necessary. Billows out around you, and I feel compelled to stop a
moment and kiss you, my hand straying into your lap for just a moment.
Then, I pull the shirt down around your body, regretfully covering up your
perfect breasts and concealing the soft mound of your pubic hair so that it
cannot tempt me longer. Reaching through the arms of the nightshirt, I find
first one arm and then the other, pulling them through the holes and setting
them back in your lap. As I do this, my hands accidentally brush your bare
breasts and you gasp from the contact in spite of yourself. I smile weakly
and promise...
Finally, I pull back the covers on your bed
the soft, downy quilt, and
then the silky sheet, to reveal the soft mattress which will keep you safe,
comfy, and warm until morning. Then, I softly gather you into my arms and lay
you down in the center of the bed, pulling the sheet and quilt over your body,
and kissing you, sadly, good night. You smile up at me, sad and happy at the
same time, and I blow one final kiss before I leave, softly, to let you sleep.
