A Younger Voluptuous Lover

An Afternoon in the Boutique.

This is a slow burn, and more of a sensual piece as opposed to a full on piece. There is nothing more than nudity flirtation and temptation.

We returned to the bedroom after bathing, and I gave that fine rump a sharp slap. "Ah, my young love, time to begin the day!"

Kate spun in front of me, into a playful curtsy. Her lovely DD breasts swayed aimlessly front and center. "Let us begin," she replied, in her usual smart-arse charm.

"Sarcasm has its limits, and you've just crossed them. Lay over my thighs, now. It's time for a spank."

Kate smiled, tilting her head with a glint of quizzical innocence. "So I've been a bad little girl," lifting her pinky to her lip.

"Yes, you have been rather insolent, this morn" addressing her sternly, but my gaze was anything but. I was locked on that voluptuous figure with nothing but admiration.

"Let's play young Kate, I thought,It's spanktime, adopt the position.". An even dozen, or perhaps a baker's dozen comes to mind.

She leaned forward, pressing her midriff and breasts against my thighs. "The belt or a spanking? Six of one, a dozen of the other."

"The one with a dozen, James" sounded with such joy.

"The Belt it is, Kate." Said like the Merchant of Venice taking his pound of flesh.

"Give it to me, then." she teased, grinning with unbridled exuberance.

I folded the belt and slapped that plump right buttock with a mighty slap and crack.

She let out a giggle, her voice brimming with playful challenge. "Keep em coming, that was cathartic!"

Her body sprawled across my thighs was a sight: her rib cage rising and falling, her breasts pressed and spilling over my legs. My eyes followed the curve of her hips, on the welted rump planning where to place the leather next.

I drew back my belt back and brought it down with thunderous force. "Fuck, Old man, am I going to be able to walk." she breathed, her voice brimming with jubilation as she flashed me a thumbs-up. "Keep that up."

"And for good measure, have a slap"

The slap sent her ass jiggling, her hips swaying, my hand-print stamped boldly in the center of her cheek.

I delivered four more cracks of the belt in quick succession, then forcefully slapped her right buttock. "Turn around," I commanded.

"Your left buttock has its turn.."

Kate rose, her fingers brushing my cheek as she locked her gaze with mine. That look was pure temptress. She was hungry, teasing, and brimming with a desire for more. She pressed a quick kiss to my lips before rubbing those colossal DD breasts against my face, the sweet, fruity scent of her perfume wafting over me.

"Let's begin," she chirped, then settled herself back onto my lap, her tits pressed firmly against me.

I got down to business, delivering six more cracks, each one leaving a deliberate imprint on her skin. Then, taking her hand, I met her gaze. "Time to dress you, my dear," I said. "Follow me to the wardrobe."

She then lamented, "I can barely walk, I am going out on the lounger and letting these welts lessen. Bring me my fags and a cup of tea. You owe me that, after that escapade"

She glided toward the garden, all that magnificent flesh swaying rhythmically with every step she took. I still couldn't believe how those welts looked and I felt a little ashamed. Seeing her big, plump, dimpled bum swaying au naturel was less of a masterpiece, all welted up.

She laid there with tea and fags for about half an hour., letting the cool air of the morn, drift over that body, and run it healing effects on the welts. I left her in peace and occasionally took in the view as I made the afternoons arrangements.

She walked back in and waved. "Hi James."

I pulled out a white linen dress, and said this is for later,"Walk it over to the window. I want to see how sheer it is." She crossed the room and held the dress up to the light. The fabric was nearly translucent. "That's perfect," I confirmed.

"Turn 180 and touch your toes."

She did exactly that, letting me see the full undercarriage, free of welts, with her pussy and bum hole fully visible, as was the handy work of her trim-work.

She'd been playful all morning, strutting naked and taking direction without a single complaint, her energy light and infectious. I hoped this vibrancy would persist all afternoon, but one had to impose their will, as she had desired.

I then dictate, "Get my Kimono, and your Gazelles, we are off to the beach. That is all you will wear, untold otherwise. You will wear the Kamino to and from the Car and that is it."

"Yes Darth Sididus, you really have gone dark."

"Yes, you need to be shown off all that vigour and smiles, it's infectious."

We got to the car, and I asked "Kimono back."

She handed me it back and was as happy as a pig in shit naked in her Gazelles."

"That was just a test, I have a day planned: pop this back on, then take it off as you go back through the door, the beach is tomorrow."

"You fucking prick McCoy,I was looking forward to a naked drive"

I feel there is a deeper connection starting to grow here; I see it in the way her gaze lingers on me and in the deliberate softness of her touch. Does she see it in mine? Does she realize that amidst the play and the fun, I am possibly starting to want so much more?

Kate sauntered over, pressing her bosom against me. She moved her lips to my ear, her voice a teasing whisper. "What are you up to, old man?"

I caressed her left buttock, my tone stern. "That's for me to know and you to find out."

She let out a faux tiger roar and swiped a playful claw at me. "So be it, Mr. McCoy. I'll wait in wonderment for whatever you have in store."

In truth, I didn't think she had to wait to see it; she had probably caught on ages ago. She's a smart lass with great wits, with that playful bravado. I realized then just how lucky I was to meet such a young lady and to be allowed to get to know her on such a profound level.

I slapped that fine buttock, leaving a striking imprint, which earned quite the shudder and corresponding jiggles from that rotund frame. She let out a mild yelp of "Yowza!"

"Yowza it is, my dear Kate. Now get glammed up and you will wear the linen dress. There will be no bra, no nickers, just your dress; and let's go take you shopping."

She looked on, slightly bemused, and slipped the dress on. "You want these fleshy melons swaying and bouncing as free as the wind?"

"Without fucking question!"

"Fair enough Mr. McCoy."

I put my arm around her waist and caressed her back and buttock. Looking her in the face, I said, "I have a surprise for you. There's a reason for no bra. You're off for a fitting for some new bras and lingerie."

She leaned over and kissed my cheek. "Thank you for the surprise."

I patted her buttock. "You're welcome. Let's go to town in a taxi, have a coffee, and get to your fitting at 1300 hours."

She wrapped her arm around mine. "I can't wait to go shopping. You need to call a taxi, and I need to trim the bush and paint the face."

I called the taxi and set a pickup for 12:25. Kate went to the bathroom to attend to her grooming.

As I stepped out for a fag, I found myself questioning the day; the shopping, the styling, all the does and don'ts. Was I inadvertently slipping into a 'master-daddy' role? I fucking hoped not. My intent wasn't to manage her, but to create a space where things could simply be fun and different. I stood there, posining myself with the fags and some obsessive thoughts. That needs to stop, let's enjoy today for what it is.

I came back inside, turned on the stereo, put on a Space CD, and sipped on a beer. I heard Kate coming down the stairs, and she appeared before me, naked. I could only comment, "Your gazelles look astounding."

Kate just laughed. "You fucking prick!"

She stood there chuckling, naked, showing off everything I adore about her body. I simply cannot get enough of her like this--naked and smiling.

I said with total candor, "You look fucking beautiful: your makeup suits you perfectly, and the trimming is spot-on."

She swept her hand across my cheek. "Thank you for the kind words, prick!"

I spanked her phat arse and remarked, "You are fucking welcome, my young lady."

Kate donned the dress and asked, as positively as ever, "Are you fucking ready?"

I looked at her in the dress. "That dress looks fucking beautiful on you."

"Thank you, old man. Now can I get a fucking beer?" she quipped with her usual dry directness.

I then took in a brief thought of what I'd done having my fag, and realized the morn was rather fun and could I have pushed it to far or even more?

I replied, "12:18, m'lady. Take it and finish it, and let's have a fag on the porch while we wait for the taxi."

She shook her head and quipped, just as directly, "Fucking miser. Give it here, then." She downed the remainder in one, and we went to the porch, sparked up, and awaited the carriage.

As we were having a toke, I dared her with the slyest of smiles, "I have a request, girl!"

Her dry retort: "Define, request."

I looked at her wryly. "Check you out, going back all Navy-Comms on me and talking like a signalsman."

She shook her head and responded as before, "Report and clarify your last request, please."

I shook my head like a wily fox. "You have a low-cut dress. When the cab arrives, lean in through the window, ask the question 'A cab for McCoy?' and inadvertently show the cabby a sneak of your cleavage."

She flippantly replied, "Do you want me to show my cunt in the driver's mirror when I'm in the back?"

I just looked at her with an almost scowl. "Quite possibly."

The taxi arrived, and Kate stubbed out the smoke and ventured down to the taxi. She leaned in the window and did as requested.

I take in that view, of her leaning in through the window, the contours of the hourglass underneath the white linen, looking rather exquisite. I paused and thought, why do I have such beauty at my disposal? Why is he here? She could almost be anywhere. What have I done, how does she find this intriguing, why does she want more?

She smiled back at me and yelled, "Taxi for McCoy! McCoy!"

We both got into the back of the cab, and I gave the directions to the boutique. The driver told me, "That's about 10 minutes, mate."

I replied, "Thank you. And how has your day been?"

He rattled off all his pickups, their delights and hiccups, lost in his own world, chatting away.

I tweaked her hip, pulled her close to my ear, and whispered, "Open your legs so your bush shows in the mirror. Let's see if he stops talking."

She gave me a daring smile, pecked my cheek, and whispered, "You fucking cunt. What a fucking setup. You're a sly fucking fox."

She gradually opened her legs, little by little. We both gazed into the driver's mirror, watching as she slid them apart until there was a subtle, teasing view of her bush, nothing too gaudy or extreme, just enough to make the driver question what he was seeing.

As she widened them to that perfect point, I tweaked her thigh and whispered in her ear, "Weigh anchor, my dear."

Kate sniggered, "Aye aye, Skip!"

The cabby noticed the view and took it in stride. He stopped reminiscing about his day and fell silent for a few seconds before carrying on.

We arrived at the boutique at 12:40, and Kate waited on the pavement as I gave the cabby a tenner. He was about my age and said, "You're a lucky man, with that piece of totty!"

I remarked, "That I am, mate. Keep the change, and thank you for not crashing or overreacting to her little surprise for you."

The cabby replied, "There were two surprises, mate. She's got a cracking set of melons."

I laughed. "That she does, mate. Can I get your card as well?"

He laughed and replied, "With fucking pleasure, chap!"

We noticed a little coffeehouse next door to the boutique, and I asked Kate, "A coffee, my dear?"

"Of course. I'll take a seat and await you with my latte," she said with her usual firmness and frankness.

I placed my mouth to her ear. "Let's experiment again. Keep that subtle angle and see how many people notice the gap as you await your coffee."

She frowned. "Fuck off and get the coffee." Then, with a slight smirk, "I'll satisfy your weird scientific curiosity, Dr. McCoy."

I stroked her thigh and motioned my hand in a widening gesture. She slapped my side and mouthed, "Fuck off," before widening her legs little by little.

I returned with the coffee and motioned my hands in a closing motion. She hit my side and mouthed, "You cunt!"

I patted her shoulder. "The numbers, my dear."

She snarked, "Inconclusive. So zero, Dr. Cunt!"

Did someone catch a glimpse? Did she enjoy opening her legs in public with no knickers, exposing herself to the world--or at least to any viewer who saw the opportunity?

So, I asked her straight, "How did the air feel running up your dress?"

Kate sniggered, "Fuck me, you don't beat about the bush! It felt refreshing. The air coolly brushed my pussy, sending a tingle to my labia. I felt daring, widening my legs and hoping someone might see my thick black bush. It was absolutely tantalizing, my dear!"

We finished our coffees and walked over to the boutique. Kate talked to the receptionist and asked if they were ready for the McCoy appointment. The receptionist said, "Ffion will be with you in a minute."

I looked at Kate. "Ffion, the name is it Welsh or posh totty?"

Kate shook her head and sniggered. "Posh totty!"

I smirked and looked into her eyes. "A wager?"

Kate patted my inner thigh. "They have an aesthetician here. So, a Brazilian?"

I pecked her cheek and mouthed, "Deal!"

The lady approached us and introduced herself with perfect received pronunciation. "I am Ffion, and this is my store. Who do I have the pleasure of meeting?"

Needless to say, she was quite the posh lady. I lost the bet, a small price to pay, and I am happy to pay! This beautiful lady has been shifting the large portion of the playful currency over the past few dalliances. I am happy to oblige!

Kate answered, "I'm Kate, and this is my partner, James, who is generous enough to gift me this fitting and the garments." She then sniggered, "He'd like a Brazilian as well, if your aesthetician is available."

Ffion remarked, "The aesthetician is Tony, and he will come and get you when a slot opens, James. I hope thatt's okay?"

Kate just laughed and patted my thigh. "That is absolutely perfect." She paused, her laughter fading, and asked, "Is James free to be in the fitting?"

Ffion remarked, "Of course, but this is a fitting, not a bordello, chaps!"

In unison, we replied, "Yes, Ffion."

Ffion then asked, "What are you fitting for?"

Kate replied enthusiastically, "A bikini, and some raunchy lingerie, for all ocassions, please and thank you."

Ffion turned to me. "Mr. McCoy, do you have a budget in mind?"

I replied, "Let's stop at £300, please and thank you."

Ffion then requested, "Follow me, please, to the private fitting room."

We arrived in the fitting room, which was plush yet understated. The mirrors were square and elegantly framed, the benches upholstered in a classic Chesterfield pattern, and the lighting soft yet modern. The room exuded quiet sophistication.

Ffion turned to Kate and asked, "Do you mind removing your garment?"

Kate removed her dress and stood there, naked except for a pair of burgundy Gazelles. Ffion glanced over and, cool as a cucumber, said, "Take your shoes off. I don't want you to damage the stock." We exchanged a mutual look of shock.

Kate slipped off the shoes and stood there, awaiting Ffion's attention. Ffion then took her tape measure and began taking measurements.

I watched as Ffion placed the tape against Kate's naked body. It was quite the spectacle. Watching a naked Kate stand before a stranger who methodically ran the tape up and down her frame with such detachment to the bizarre. I almost had to pinch myself; it felt like living in a fantasy to have my lady naked before another stunning woman who was running her hands over her, viewing every inch of her body for an appraisal.

Ffion asked Kate, "You have a large amount of pubic hair, which might limit some of the slips or narrower pieces. Would you consider waxing with another aesthetician to widen your choices?"

Kate replied, "Possibly. Show me the lingerie, and I'll decide. Thank you for pointing that out."

Ffion walked over to her stock and pulled out a suspender belt and some stockings.

"Try on the belt and these stockings, please. I'll bring back some lace pieces to complement them. I feel a lady like yourself bald and confident, looks best in a belt and stockings."

I've had such an enjoyable time watching Kate interact with her; Ffion has a way of making Kate feel completely at ease while discussing her tits, her ass, and her curves with such directness.

Ffion walked off, leaving me with the semi-clad Kate. She stood there in nothing but those black suspenders and stockings, and fuck, she looked like a goddess. The thin straps of the belt bit just enough into her soft hips, making her pallid skin stand out starkly against the dark, heavy silk. Those garter lines ran down her sumptuous thighs, tracing their curves and drawing my eyes straight to the dark, thick bush that contrasted so beautifully against her pallid skin.

I blurted out, "That is so fucking sexy, baby. If it all looks like this, I'm loosening the purse strings."

Kate shot back, "I fucking hope so. My tits are so fucking sore. I need a bleeding bra James.."

I raised my hands and gave her a mock-exasperated look. I ached to touch that body, but Ffion's rules were the rules. Not the worst situation to be in, though. She looked ever more stunning, in the lingerie.

Kate looked over at me. "I love this shit. It's really classy. Thank you for doing this."

"Kate, you're welcome. I just love my time with your foul mouth and bountiful booty!"

Kate started to twerk, shaking those lily-white cheeks with unabashed aplomb, jiggling and wiggling them.

This afternoon has been an absolute highlight. Kate has been a star on every front--playful, joyful, funny, and witty--but most of all, she's been right there on my arm. I've truly enjoyed every side of her today; she is an amazing young lady who is growing on me, making me realize I really do want more.

She suddenly stopped as the door opened and Ffion returned. Ffion commented, "I only brought back black lace--it contrasts beautifully with your skin."

"Thank you, Ffion."

Kate tried on everything Ffion handed her, but what truly caught my eye was the high-waisted set. The black lace hugged her torso, smoothing over her stomach and concealing just enough to give her an air of effortless elegance. It contrasted strikingly against her lily-white hips, accentuating her hourglass figure like a timeless pin-up girl.

I looked at Kate and borrowed the words of our favorite band: "Everything in its right place."

If anything, that was an understatement of the highest degree; there she was, looking striking, dolled up in the belt, stockings, and a truly classy bra and knicker set. I looked over at her and saw that smile of joy, wondering: is she feeling more confident, more happy? Is she thriving on my admiration and adoration? I questioned for a second if I had done too much today--putting her in these situations to expose herself--or if it was the exact opposite, and this was just as much of a thrill for her as it was for me.

Kate blew me a kiss and gave me a sultry wink in true pin-up style, mouthing, "Love you, baby!"

I interrupted the conversation between the two ladies. "How much is the lot; with two belts and however many stockings you recommend?"

Ffion answered, "£450, Mr. McCoy."

"Thank you, Ffion. Would you throw in a bikini and an everyday bra for £475?"