Leila' s Love Story (engl.) - Sexgeschichten

Leila' s Love Story (engl.)

... her body.

The fantasy he had admitted he had had recently was controlling her. She shuddered deliciously at that memory. He wanted her to put herself into his hands. To control what she wore. If she wore anything.

"There is one thing, though," he had continued. "Even when she is not under my explicit control, I would want my girl to wear skirts rather than pants. A dress is so much sexier. Obviously, exceptions would be made on extremely cold days and for activities like skiing. But, if somebody really wanted to be my girl, she would choose skirts over even the tightest pants. Once she became my girl, of course."

She also remembered recounting how several of her work-mates had seen her at lunch with him, and had asked her who he was, if he was her father. And that she hadn't known what to reply.

"Why not? Are you ashamed to be seen with me?" She shook her head, her dark eyes shocked at the suggestion. "Then you have three choices. One: you can tell them the truth, that you met a senile old man, who is so infatuated with you he buys you free meals so he can look at your fabulous body and gorgeous face. Two: you can come up with a lie; but in that case better tell my what it is so I can support it. Three: you can tell them it's none of their damn business."

"OK. I'll just tell them he is the sexiest guy I ever met, and that I would do anything for him, even walk down Main Street naked, at high noon."

She saw his face positively glow at this statement. His ...

... hands slid from her glutes, which he had been massaging through her jeans up under her T-shirt to her breasts and massaged them instead, his fingers sliding over the areolae brushing the sides of her hard nipples. "If you are going to invent a lie, you should make it one I can support. The only way I can make them think this might be true would be to have you strip for me on the sidewalk right in front of your office with them all watching you prance nude in the street."

Her stomach did a flip-flop at this scenario. Working with people who had seen what a slut she could be. Impossible.

"Holy Hanna! I could never strip in front of them... I could never work with them again. I hope you never ask me to do that, but I love you so much that I would even do that for you. And that was not a lie, it was the absolute truth. The lie is that I am gorgeous. I only wish I were."

"Verrückt! Ganz verrückt!" was his reply.

"What's that?"

"Just that you are quite crazy. I think it sounds better in German. You know, part of me wants to tell you that you are right, that nobody else could desire you, so you'd better stick with me. That part keeps saying: 'If she ever realizes just how gorgeous she is, you'll lose her. Lie to her. Keep her.' But the better part says: 'You love her. Tell her the truth, she deserves it.' I can only tell you that I have fallen for you so badly it hurts. You do have a great face and a terrific bod; but as I told you Friday, you also have a great spirit. I ...