Play for Today

Excerpt from: Play for Today

Dropping into a squat, he pulled her knickers down her legs, moving slowly, excruciating slowly, glancing up at her suggestively as her pussy was bared.

“If you take much more time over this task we’ll never leave the cabin.” She stepped out of her knickers and into the bloomers that he held out for her.

“Oh yes we will, I am just savouring you, my darling.”

When the bloomers and stockings were in place he held open her boots for her to step into, and then did up the tiny buttons while she stood there, one hand on her hip, amused at her own reflection in the mirror—bare breasted, in diaphanous Victorian bloomers. The best part was the gorgeous man at her feet, her lover, her soul mate, seeing to her needs. “You do realise I’ll be thinking of this moment every time I have to put these things on in the future," she said, stroking his head.

“Good,” he replied, with a grin.

He looked so gorgeous, she ached for him, longing for the moment when he finally gave in and made love to her. Max was so much more patient than she was, but she knew he was right, this was going to be fun.

Standing up, he reached for the corset. Positioning her in front of the mirror, he stood behind her, reaching around to slide the corset into position. She watched him, admiring his reflection when he glanced at her over her shoulder. As he began to pull the laces tight, she drew in her breath. She always got a slight rush from this experience—together with an ongoing buzz from the constraint and the pressure the delicious article of clothing applied to her body, restricting her lungs, pressing down on her womb. It emphasised her femininity both visually, and physically.

“This look suits you so well.” He clasped his hands around her waist as he admired her.

She didn’t reply. There was something about this kind of underwear that was bawdy, she felt more like a bordello whore than a chaste Victorian lady. The gap in the bloomers made her feel naked down there, easily accessible at her most imitate place, while the corset pushed everything up and on display.

He turned her in his arms, and then ran his fingers over her cleavage, where her breasts plumped up by the corset to peep over the edge naughtily, Nell Gwyn-style.

“Just a hint of nipple,” he said, brushing his finger over her left breast, “just the way I like it.”

She gasped and then whimpered, shuffling her feet, her arousal growing acute. Her body was being tantalised by the outfit she was wearing and the man teasing her while she was in it.

“You can manage the dress yourself, yes?”

She nodded.

He smiled, threw his selection of clothes over his shoulder and headed towards the bathroom. He leaned against the doorframe, looking back at her, rocking with the ship's motion. A pair of long boots gleamed in one hand, the other tugged at the belt on his jeans.

"You get dressed and head towards the ballroom area, I'll find you and then we’ll go straight into role."