The taxi was warm and silent, as they all are after a night on the town, and the long back seat gave me the chance to look at Claire’s smooth, unmarked legs as she fidgeted away next to me.
‘Just to let you know’ she eventually began. ‘I don’t want to DO anything tonight. I just want someone to…you know….just be with’
‘Of course. Absolutely. No problem at all’ I replied.
I suppose I should have felt disappointed, but I wasn’t at all. Typically of me, her reticence was only serving to intrigue me further. Had she thrown herself at me in that taxi, I doubt I would even bother recounting this tale.
She fumbled for her keys as the taxi rattled away into the night, and we were soon inside her narrow townhouse. We sat side by side on her sofa, Claire cradling one of her huge teas, me wincing my way through one of her coffees. She had soon kicked off her shoes and tucked her legs under herself, and I stole looks at those lovely little calves and her modest cleavage as her eyelids began to drift towards sleep.
As her head dropped onto my chest, I felt certain she would be able to hear my heart beating above the muted music, but it was the ending of the final song that made her stir.
‘Are you about ready then?’ she whispered, raising herself up. ‘You do remember what I said though don’t you?
‘Of course. We’ll just have a nice sleep. Don’t worry’
I followed her up the stairs gazing at her derriere and those wondrous little calves, and looked up at the ceiling every time she turned around to check on me. The bedroom was lit only by two bedside lamps, casting pale green light subtly around the room.
Claire began one of those bedtime routines that all girls seem to have, taking off her minute wristw*tch, impossibly thin gold necklace and earrings, before placing them safely on her dressing table. She picked up differing bottles of products in a well practiced order and applied them gently over her arms and hands. She turned her back to me as she continued this ritual and I took a moment to drink in the enormity of whatever was to come. Eventually Claire turned to face me as she rubbed yet another cream into her forearms and smiled a weak, tired smile.
As she did so I unbuttoned my shirt, laid it on the floor, and undid my belt, letting my trousers fall to the ground abruptly. I saw her stare as I did so, her eyes looking down at my white boxer shorts. Knowing she was looking, I lowered them too, making no effort to hide myself as I did so.
‘Oh. OK. Right’ she gasped, struggling to take in sufficient air. ‘I didn’t realise you would be going totally..’
The next word seemed to stick in her throat and was never said.
I made no effort to get into bed, and simply stood before her. I could see her eyes looking into mine before darting quickly downward and then up again. I could feel myself stiffening rapidly, and was intent on prolonging her discomfort for as long as I could.
‘I hope youre not expecting me to sleep naked. I have my nightie under here’ she said assertively, trying to recover from the shock.
I declined to answer her of course, and just let her continue, fretting and mumbling away to herself.
Once she realised I was never going to reply, she sn*tched the garment from under her pillow like a lifejacket and turned briskly away.
She continued turning and twisting, laying her nightdress on the bed and picking it up again several times, before finally reaching agreement with herself. She turned away once more, and in one rapid, fluid motion lifted her sparkling dress right over her head. I was surprised to learn that she had not been wearing a bra under her dress, and I was treated to my first sight of her creamy white back, bare and speckled with a few tiny freckles on her shoulders. My eyes quickly scanned downwards, where a pair of minuscule black panties struggled to contain the cheeks of her petite bottom.
Claire’s legs were of course short by model standards, but no less beautiful for that. Drawn from bone china, they tapered gently from her dainty ankles all the way to her thighs, a yard of pure heaven. The satin fabric of her panties interrupted the pleasure of looking at them, so I was forced to start all over again from the beginning.
I could feel my erection springing up harder and higher as I continued to watch her get ready for bed. Reaching behind her blindly, and managing to screen her breasts from me, she picked up her nightdress and placed it on her dressing table. I fully expected her to pull it over her head as quickly as she had removed her dress, but was delighted to see her lower her panties first, exposing those cute little cheeks to my eager eyes. She stepped out of her panties carefully, and as she bent over to pick them from the floor, my eyes feasted on the graceful curve of her bottom. She straightened up again before pulling the nightdress over her blonde hair, down her back and over her rear, ending my pleasure for the moment at least.
Straightening her nightdress, Claire strode over to the bed and stripped back the bedclothes as I fervently tried to see more of her through the pale pink covering. Sadly though, my effort went unrewarded, and she slipped under the covers undiscovered.
I followed her into bed, and she immediately attached herself to me like a little limpet. Her head rested weightless on my chest, and I could feel the softness of her little breasts against my ribs. She rested her hand gently on my stomach, uncomfortably near to where I wished her to rest it. I could also feel where her nightdress ended and her bare, smooth legs began, and the feeling of her warm thigh touching mine did nothing to aid my sleep.
I had promised her though, and a promise was a promise, however difficult it was to keep.
‘Night then’ she said, stifling a yawn.
‘Goodnight Claire. I’ll see you in the morning’
Or at least I hoped I would.
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