My Little Farm Girl(42)

My face was a hard mask as we got into the back of the waiting car. She looked at me out the side of her eye as we drove the short distance through the streets to home, but I didn’t turn to her. I was afraid of what I would do if I did.

As soon as we cleared the door to the apartment I pulled her along to my room. She hadn’t been in there before and I’m sure she wondered at my taking her there now. “Did you have fun today little Kitten?”

I growled the question in her ear as I stood her in front of the floor-length dressing mirror.

Looking over her shoulder into the mirror, I started at the bottom and opened the first button. She stood stock still as my fingers worked to release them one after the other.

I was working out of sync here, this hadn’t been part of my plan, but I had to erase the memory of his hands all over her body from my mind, had to wipe it out of hers.

Her breasts were even more spectacular in the cream silk under the jacket, as it seemed they’d gone all the way and dressed her in a corset of the same period as the riding habit.

One of those hot numbers that cinched the waist and pushed her tits together to form a deep cleavage.

Pulling the tie at the top of her blouse, I pulled the folds back, revealing the skin of her neck and throat.

“Tell me; did you like having his hands on you?” the question came out a little forceful and a lot accusatory. If she’d had any doubts before she knew now that I was one pissed off male.

“I…” Her eyes widened on mine in the mirror as she fumbled, her fingers coming up to her throat. I kept my eyes on hers as I let my hands fall to her thighs where the heavy material of her skirt covered her.

Slowly, with unhurried movements I dragged the skirt up her thighs. I could feel her breath through my chest as it hitched and sped up. Her skin was taking on that pink hue of a blush and I felt the heat of it through my shirt.

When I had the skirt pulled up to just below her hips, exposing the short boots and hosiery that stopped at the top her thighs, my cock jumped.

“Hold it.” She didn’t question me as I pushed the gathered material into her hands, freeing mine to do as I pleased.

I let my fingers play on the skin just above the old fashion woolen thigh high stockings, and when my thumb came in contact with the garter belt I drew in my breath.

Pushing the skirt even higher so my eyes could feast, I took in her wanton image in the mirror. I used my hands to spread her legs wider as I stood behind her looking down.

“ Open your eyes Kitten; watch us.” I forced her to keep her eyes opened, knowing that this was one of her hang-ups.

She had shared with me on one of my fishing expeditions, that she was shy when it came to showing her body, for the hell she’d put me through today, this would be her first lesson.

When I was sure I had her attention, I teasingly ran my fingers over her thighs, under the garters and back down to the tops of her stockings.

I kept my eyes on hers as I let my hand glide up higher until I was touching the springy hair of her cunt through her panties.

She moaned and her body sagged a little at the contact as she looked down at my hands. She trembled a little and bit her lip unsure as to what she should do, still her eyes stayed glued to what I was doing.

“Eyes in the mirror. I want you to watch what I do to you.”

I pressed down on her plump mound with the heel of my hand as I bit her ear lightly and she shook and cried out, throwing her head back against my shoulder.

“Watch.” My voice was not too gentle as I ordered her and her eyes flew open going straight to mine in the mirror.

“Cup your breasts for me.”

“I…” Again she fumbled for words but I wasn’t about to let her shyness thwart me. After what I’d seen today there was no way I was leaving things up to chance.

The time I’d planned on giving her, though short, was now being cut even shorter. Her little hands came up as I watched, and cupped her breasts still encased in their lacy cups.

“Squeeze them.” Her eyes flew up to mine but I was too busy looking at her hands to notice. Very gently she added pressure to her tits, as I slid my hand across the silk of her panties, rubbing against her clit with the pad of my thumb for the first time.

She jumped and mewled, trying to escape my touch, but I held her close with one hand around her middle drawing her back against me.

I ground the hard length of my cock into her ass as I pressed her back forcefully, attacking her senses dually.

My hand on her pussy was soon seeking entrance through the top of her panties. The soft hair covering her mound tickled my fingers as I went in search of her folds.

Her clit was swollen and I could see in the mirror how it protruded against the wet silk of her panty’s crotch as I lifted my hand.