The continuation of Seductive Exposure (part 1) and (part 2).

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He stood by the dresser and watched me react to his command.

Turn around, he had said earlier, startling me out of my reveries while standing there nude and exposed. I had just stripped for him, slowly and provocatively.

My eyes looked down toward the bulge in his pants. I could tell by the way he was straining against the confines of his jeans, despite the dim light in the room, that he was as aroused as I was.

Do I obey him? Do I want to?

Just thinking about the irresistible possibilities sent shivers through me again. He’s been commenting on my ass since the first time he saw a picture…

But turning away from him would invite a new level of submission. I already stripped for him while he remained dressed. I let him watch me, allowed him to absorb me.

And I discovered that I liked it.

But now he wanted to explore my ass, at least visually, initially. This meant I would have to trust him more.

I could feel my nipples harden further.

Pressing my legs together to contain what felt like a trickle of moisture oozing from between my thighs I contemplated my situation. Even though I already knew I was going to do it.

So did he.

We both knew I was going to turn around.

This is part of the foreplay, I reminded myself.

I looked at his face.

He looked into my eyes, not at my lady parts. I could tell by his intensity how challenging it was for him to refrain from touching me.

He had endured my hesitation through all the teasing, all the seduction, while I took my clothes off for him. He’s told me, time and again, he enjoyed being aroused and teased.

And I enjoyed arousing and teasing him. I liked how I felt when I solicited his desires.

But for how long? Touch was inevitable, we both knew that…

Now, it was up to me to accept his dominance.

But to get to that point I needed to travel the proverbial path. Seek out my comfort levels. Push beyond my limits. Allow the arousal to wash over me, and allow myself to enjoy it.

I bit my lip and looked at him again.

I could tell he wanted to be wanted. Desired.

That’s when I felt it. A carnal urge to lunge at him and make his hands, his tongue touch me, suddenly consumed my senses.

This is what it feels like, I thought again. This is what’s been missing.

I took one final look at his face. I may have smiled, maybe. I don’t remember.

And then…

I turned around.

To be continued…