1. A Kitty Comes to Visit


    Date: 4/17/2016, Categories: Fetish, Author: ChrissieLecker, Rating: 18, Source: LushStories

    watching her. I was curious how she would manage that feat without much help from her mitten-encased fingers. Her jeans were tight. She had apparently done this before, because she skillfully got down onto her knees, then laid on her side to avoid aggravating the tail sticking from her bum. I sipped from the wine and smiled. I had pictured so many things in advance, but this hadn’t been among them. I couldn’t, in my wildest dreams, have imagined how exciting watching her like this could be, how sexy and delicious her body looked when her muscles worked to her into the right position, when her lips formed into a determined pout and - once she had finally managed to turn herself onto her back with her bum slightly in the air - how it would arouse me to watch her half-naked body wiggle on the floor. She knew what she was doing. With some effort, she managed to push her sneakers free of her naked feet. Then she alternated between pushing down the waistband of her jeans for an inch and pulling up her legs to slide both fists downward on each. Inch by inch, the jeans travelled over her feet, until finally, they dropped to the floor. I set my glass on the table and clapped. She blushed madly again, but there was a soft smile of pride on her lips. God, she was so adorable! “What are you waiting for?” I chastised softly. “Bring them.” There are, I surmised when she awkwardly got on all fours and picked up her jeans with her mouth, not many things more adorable and cute to watch ...
    than a naked, pretty girl that is crawling towards you, her perfect bum wiggling eagerly with each shuffling step, her eyes, full of sweetest adoration, riveted on you and her lovely breasts swaying and bouncing under her. I neatly folder her jeans on the table, then watched her scramble back for her shoes. She had to carry those with her teeth as well, and as she brought them to me one by one, the embarrassment about that was evident. When she dropped the second one into my hand and looked up with those wide, shy eyes, I lifted it up to my nose and took a small whiff. It wasn’t stinky, but it had that warm, slightly sweet scent of having been worn for some time, and I made a show of scrunching up my nose to gift her with that little pinch of self-consciousness which I knew she secretly craved. Next, I reached for one of the padded leggings. Crouching low on the floor behind her, I had her extend one leg, and I slowly, very, very slowly, slid the fabric up her legs, making sure to use the opportunity to touch her soft skin to its fullest. I’ve always had a thing for pretty legs. Simply touching them and kissing them could keep me entertained for hours. Feeling toned muscles tremble under my touch was a delight. I made sure that the legging was snugly in place and the knee pad where it was supposed to be, then trailed my fingernail along the seam around her thigh. We had been silent too long, I realized. “You know,” I told her while I bent her lower leg up and hooked the little ...
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