Thankfully, the stalking tiger that is Samantha pawing towards
slips away in a smirk, no doubt in amusent at how flustered I was becoming. She's just so... intense all the ti and it's doing sothing for . Hopefully it's not a suspension bridge effect and I'm just having a natural reaction to it all, but I'll leave the therapy aspects for Ios, right now I just want to get this done so I can hopefully get so more clothes~.
Samantha stalks up behind
as she moves my arms out to the sides in a proper T pose before taking the long length of cool tape along the length of my right, then left arm. I have to fight the sensation to shiver at the cooler touch of the tape, and the way her fingers dance down its length while slightly brushing against my skin isn't helping matters. She jots down so numbers in a little pocketbook she has on the table, nodding to herself once and then moving in front of , the sll of lavender floating off her curly blonde locks as she ets my eyes.
I blush a bit at the sudden attention, and with just how wandering my brain is right now, before she gently slips the tape around my neck, the tips of her fingers stroking like a feather across the vulnerable skin which makes
finally tremor and gasp a little. She cocks her head to the side slightly, before a knowing sparkle dances in her eyes like the night sky, with a similar feeling tilt of her lips accompanying her change in deanor.
Fortunately, she doesn't verbalize whatever profound realization she's co across, and I'm hoping - likely futilely - that it's not related to my little outburst. Once more she works her deft fingers, gently wrapping the tape to a point so that it is completely flat around my entire neck without putting any strain or pressure on it. The sensation is... still a little too close to my new budding interests and the heat rising to my face accompanies every slightly stilted throb of blood running through my neck.
The glint in her eyes and smarm on her face never leave, even after she returns to the journal to add the latest asurent. She does a twirling motion with her fingers, and I nod sheepishly as I take the hint, happy to let her stay in charge while she works. God, why does almost everything devolve into
being a horny ss now... I ponder that growing fact of life as a new, soft pressure radiating warmth lands squarely on my back. I gasp out as I feel lovely soft flesh press against , nearly whispering out yet another moan at the ntal image of what the feeling ans before I see her two hands co around to lay the tape against my breasts.
I bite my lip, trying to not make the situation any harder to explain or lewd than necessary - she's just doing her job after all! - but again, my efforts are for naught as the tape slides slightly against my nipples when she readjusts it. The full, hearty gasp of pleasure can in no way be hidden or ignored, as I lean my head down to expel the hot breath of arousal it's coated in. With the ever-faintest sound of a giggle, I feel the squishiness of her breasts leave my back, apparently ready to end my teasing torture and get her freaking numbers.
It takes a not insignificant amount of willpower to not shake in pleasure as the tape pulls into my sensitive flesh, just enough to feel. Just enough to tempt, especially as the band still rests across the now stiffening buds at their peaks. For what feels like hours, but is likely no longer than a few monts, the tape remains, and I struggle in a desperate attempt to keep my head level. Thankfully, those few monts do pass, a light sheen of sweat on my brow beginning to form from the sheer excitent and effort of all of this before Samantha's voice tickles into my ear, lustier and huskier than I've ever heard her before.
"I knew I got your asurents right when I saw you the other day~. You have such a delightfully curvaceous body, little pup, nearly matching that of the Mistress' if the numbers continue to progress this way~." Her hands reach up to rest on my shoulders, squeezing the soft skin there before sliding slowly down my arms, putting pressure on them to instruct
to lower them finally. I also feel her chin rest gently on my sowhat massaged shoulder, right next to the side of my face as she hums in satisfaction.
I shift my eyes over, my heartbeat quickening at the sudden forwardness of all of this, before I note that she is staring down into my cleavage and no doubt enjoying the sight. "Quite the contender indeed~. I know you are more complicated than the parts that construe your physical form, but take heart knowing that it is quite unparalleled."
Her hands leave my arms as they flit down to the curve of my waist, the contact of her skin sending sparks to my spine and heat rippling from her palms. I'm able to breathe out a quiet "T-Thanks.
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