Jodie's Slaves Part One - Sex Stories

Jodie's Slaves Part One

... though trying hard not to give offense, but her blush stayed in place and she became increasingly hesitant in her movements. It was so beautiful to watch her get flustered and I felt a rush of power that I had to hide quickly. It felt so good though!

Barb

As we cooked together, Julie spent most of her time checking her phone and texting. I began to feel things. People develop pecking orders and some are more naturally dominant than others. I was soon the one who felt in the way and the urge to let Jodi lead the cooking. She was trying to not be pushy but I still gave way to her movements to not be in her way. It went on like that all through the cooking . By the time the food was on the table it felt like Jodie had become very comfortable with my bumbling and timid behavior. Bill would not be joining us as she was still at work and this was just lunch so we ate and talked then Julie excused herself to go back to her room and chat online with her friends. I had pointed out how that could seem rude but Jodi insisted that Julie go about her normal life while she helped me clean up. She was eager to go to the barn and brush the horses with me.

Jodi

We finished the dishes in record time. Mrs. Hinson said I could help with the horses! It made me feel a touch guilty for teasing her so much while we cooked lunch, but I really couldn’t help myself. I folded the dish towel and set it down before reaching out to touch her arm lightly. I was still doing it, I realized. ...

... Instead of catching her forearm I let my fingers glide lightly “accidentally” across the tender skin of her inner elbow.

“You really don’t mind if I help with the horses?” I asked, as though unconscious of the more intimate touch. I stepped closer, letting hope and gratitude light my eyes even as I crowded her ever so slightly to watch her body practically vibrate. “I love horses”!

Barb

”No Jodie, I actually enjoy the company. Julie has little interest in the horses now that she is getting boy crazy” Then laughed to cover up my increasing nervousness. As we ate I was beginning to wonder if maybe Jodi was lesbian or bisexual and it shook me to my core that she may be and the touches were not so innocent after all! Was Jodi hitting on me? I tried to not think that way but the vibes were getting stronger. We chatted casually on the way to the barn and went into the tack room first. I always loved the smell of the leather and wood and oil we used to clean the tack. The walls with bridles and halters and harness for pulling the buggy give the place a very rustic feel. The heavy beams of the old barn, dark and warm. The horses were in the pasture and I called for them. Horses rarely get in a hurry when they know its not feeding time so I suggested we take two of the halters out to wait for them in the halls between the stalls but Jodi seemed more interested in the leather working bench and tools and asked who did the leatherworking.

“I do most of it. My father was very good ...