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as my hands, finally free began to explore every inch of her exquisite frame.

Chapter 8 –The Lift Carpet

    As he knelt to one side of me, I lay watching his movements in the mirror on the ceiling above, his hands caressing me, slowly inching the two sides of the dress apart, exposing more of my body to him and his gentle fingers. Unlike earlier he was making love to me rather than fucking me. The situation though was adding a tingle, that wasn’t there when my husband seduced me in a similar way. Lying still, as he slowly unwrapped my body, here on the carpet on the floor of the lift in the store was an incredibly intense feeling.
    There was no humiliation, no orders or instructions being given, he wasn’t treating me like a slave any more, the treatment I’d craved. My ardour should have been lessened as a result but it was mounting quickly as his fingers brushed across my exposed nipples. I was watching in the mirror above as he slowly pulled the dress apart, exposing my pussy mound to his eyes. The fact that he could revert at any moment to his previous behaviour, that I was still enthralled by his power was as much of an aphrodisiac as the exercise of that power had been earlier.
    I closed my eyes, abandoning myself to his caresses. One set of fingers lightly traced the contour of my breasts, from one nipple, down across the valley of my cleavage, and then onto the other nipple. His other hand was lower, now rubbing my stomach, then dipping lower in a long circle, caressing a hip bone before running his fingers through my sparse trimmed pubic hair. A few moments later it returned to its starting point and began again. Each pass pushed my dress further apart until gravity won and the two halves slithered sideways off my lower body. I struggled to control my breathing, lying there exposed to his eyes and fingers, my own hands above my head. The moment he lowered his face to my breast I knew I would not be able to stop myself, lowering them to grasp his hair and push his face into my chest.
    He didn’t do that though, I could feel him moving next to me, shifting his position, but I didn’t open my eyes. The sensations he was inducing in my nerve endings were like molten fire. Luxuriating in the feelings, I could feel myself stretching like a cat, my back arching slightly. When my back touched the floor again my hips began to rock slowly from side to side in response to his touch. His hand now left my chest to move down to join its compatriot, teasing and stroking my stomach, concentrating on the area immediately above my mound.
    The feel of the fingers of alternate hands stroking through my pubic hair, in rapid succession but still in a very gentle way was extremely erotic. My thighs were still together and I could feel my juices seeping slowly out from my slit to coat the skin around my pussy and down onto my inner thighs.
    As the level of arousal rose it was becoming ever more difficult to control my breathing. Eventually he shifted his body away from my side and then his hands began to stroke my feet and lower legs. I’d always been ticklish on my feet, never letting Alan touch them, but somehow his touch didn’t produce the same reaction.
    Slowly my knees fell apart, opening up a path back to my loins. I knew, from this angle he would be able to see my slit, peeking out from between my thighs. His hands moved higher, now slowly massaging the soft flesh just above my knees. His face lowered and began to kiss the top of my leg below the knee. Instinctively my eyes opened again, using the mirror to watch as he continued to manipulate my body.
    A little pressure on the inside of my knees gave me an instruction to spread them wider. He was intent on his own actions, and I knew he didn’t want me too wanton, at least not yet, so the movement was only a few inches. I felt the wet stickiness of my juices on my thighs trying to hold them closed, but my own muscles were too strong. I could feel the pop as the thick fluid