Catastrophe - Sex Stories

Catastrophe

... own. "Don't worry," the soft seductive voice from the armchair, "I will find you a towel and a robe." Freyja more uncoiled herself from the chair rather than just stood, she moved with feline grace and I saw then how slim and beautiful she really was. She soon returned carrying a big fluffy towel and a black silk kimono. "Now take off those wet clothes and we will get you comfortable." I had never taken my clothes off in front of anyone but my husband but now, it didn't seem to matter and I began to unfasten the buttons of my sodden shirt and simultaneously, stepped out of my shoes. Neither Freyja nor Lilith averted their eyes, both watching me as I released each button and peeled the clinging fabric from my skin. Lilith stepped behind me and gently pulled the blouse from my shoulders, the sleeves turning inside out as they clung to my arms. She lay it over the back of a chair she had placed near the fire for that very purpose. Next, I unfastened the button and zip on my grey, knee length skirt. The weight of the water in it caused it to fall quickly to my feet as soon as it was free. I stepped out of it, allowing Lilith to pick it up and place that too, on the chair near the fire. I could feel the heat, warming and drying my flesh. I stood still as I felt Lilith's fingers begin to release the little hooks holding my bra in place. In my mind I protested, I had never been undressed before but the desire was so great now and all that came out was a rather weak: "No, ...

... I........" which trailed off as my white cotton bra was released and carefully peeled away from my breasts. I wanted to cover myself, hide them from view but my arms felt heavy and unwilling to move and I could only stand and allow Lilith to continue downwards and begin to remove my nylon, flesh coloured tights. Slowly, she pulled them down over my hips and thighs. I lifted first one leg and then the other to allow her to take them clear of my feet and lay those, too, on the chair by the fire. My white cotton bikini briefs were not wet, at least not from the rain, but those too she slowly peeled away, drew them down my legs and removed them without me being able to do anything to prevent it. I stood there naked, arms hanging by my sides, my body trembling throughout. Not with cold, the fire in the huge inglenook was roaring and crackling beside me, but with a whole host of feelings. Fear, embarrassment, not least, excitement, but there was nothing I could do. My mind just would not work and the flickering of the flames from both the fire and the candles cast moving shadows around the room. Feyja moved slinkily toward me and began to dry me with the towel. Gently smoothing it over my body, my breasts, my stomach, and down between my legs. Not once did she look anywhere but directly into my eyes, staring deep into my soul, holding me with her gaze. Then, stepping closer, she dropped the towel and ran her finger nails down my breasts, from my collar bone right down to the tip of my ...