Thread: Hugs And Killers (McD & darkangel76)

Cecilee could feel her nervousness trying to get the better of her. It was working its way over her body, trying to claim every inch. That was until...until he touched her. The moment Mr. Johnson's hand reached out to make contact, his hand caressing against the small of her back, she felt that nervousness begin to ebb away. She looked into his eyes, eyes that somehow approved of her and everything she did and stood for. Truly, it was amazing and humbling and... Oh, she felt weak in the knees! Face flushing, Cecilee smiled, her body ever so slightly leaning into Mr. Johnson's touch as he helped her to her seat. She could feel the sizzling tingle where his hand rested and then the immense loss the moment he took it away. The tension in the air as they sat down together was unlike anything she'd ever felt before, completely indescribable. More than anything, she was glad to be right where she was. Thank you, Cecilee replied, her lips still curved upward in a smile, though the only man's interest she hoped to capture was the one she was now with. She then pushed up her glasses and glanced around, taking in everything, making sure it was real. I've loved every gift, she then said, her cheeks tingeing pink. Somehow you seem to know me so well...I... She paused and bit down on her lip as she stifled a nervous giggle. No one has taken the time to truly understand me like you have, she explained. Each gift was so perfect. Perfect in its timing, just...in everything. Cecilee smiled, genuinely happy to be with her Mr. Johnson and glad that she'd not disappointed him. The way he looked at her, his gaze seeming to be intense and thoughtful, it made her heart and tummy flutter, shivers run along her spine while her skin broke out into goose bumps. It was a nice feeling, flattering in all the right ways. Humming softly, Cecilee looked over at Mr. Johnson, her blue eyes finding his. Just then, the food was brought out and set upon the table. Sitting up, she breathed in deeply the exotic aromas of the food. Mmm...everything smells delicious, she stated. Just wonderful. Thank you. Her tone and expression were sincere as she looked at Mr. Johnson, appreciative of everything he'd done for her. The meal was amazing, one of the best Cecilee had ever had. Part of it was because the food was outstanding in its own right. But another partthe larger parthad to do with her company. As Mr. Johnson helped out of her seat, he took a firm hold of her chin, causing her breath to catch, her heart to stop. She looked deeply into his eyes and braced herself for the moment he placed his lips against hers. It was electric as they moved almost possessively over her own, so gentle yet indicating so much. As he pulled away, she let out a tiny whimper, her eyes looking back into his for answers. Something. And as always, her Mr. Johnson read her mind. Cecilee nodded when he told her they'd be in touch. She just hoped it would be sooner than later. But for now, she could feel somewhat at ease knowing he could watch her through the webcam, that little indicator light his means of holding her close, caressing her hair and... Her thoughts drifted a little, meandering into all the things that little light could mean. When Cecilee got home, she felt happy. So warm, pretty, like she meant something to someone. Smiling, she took off her shoes and set down her bag. She then draped her coat over a chair, not wanting to ruin the feelings coursing through her in that moment. Padding through her apartment, she went into her bedroom and began to undress. Cecilee looked over at the indicator light and fixed her eyes upon it. Positioning herself on her bed, she removed her glasses first and set them aside. Then, she let down her hair, shaking it out until loose waves cascaded down her back. Looking intensely at the light, she pulled the dress off her body and gently laid it on the foot of her bed. Next came her bra, the thing sliding off and onto the floor followed closely by her panties. She sat there on her bed for a moment, her thoughts running a bit wild. Smiling at the indicator light, she laid back against her bed, her breaths shaky as her body still felt warm from everything that had happened over the course of the evening. Naked on her bed, Cecilee reached down and began to touch herself between her legs, her thoughts fixed on her Mr. Johnson. Slowly, her thighs spread apart, her fingers rubbing her clit until it was pebble-hard. She bit down on her lip, images of Mr. Johnson swirling through her head as he kissed her, touched her, made love to her. How she wished it was his hands, his body doing this to her now. Her body arched against her own hand and she let out a tiny moan. Mr. Johnson... Cecilee panted, her breaths coming quicker, her fingers working faster as one suddenly slipped in between her slicked up pussy lips and the other moved to grab at her one breast. She let out a few more moans, her hips rising to meet her hand until...finally, she spasmed, her body shivering as she climaxed, her thoughts of her Mr. Johnson. Cecilee brought her hand away from herself and looked over at the indicator light, her face red both from exertion and slight embarrassment. How she hoped she hadn't done something wrong. Suddenly feeling uncertain, she hugged her knees to her chest and buried her face against them.