I know I should have stayed away after what happened in the closet, but he called me, and said "come over," but when i said no, he waited and said, "come over."
So I did.
I got to his house at three, as one of the football games was ending, but he wasn't watching the TV. He was in the kitchen, cooking something. It smelled like potatoes and onions and maybe stuffing, but when i walked to the kitchen door he came to me and held up a finger. He pointed to another room. I walked over to it, and of course it was his bedroom, but there was no mattress or box spring on the bedframe. Just the wooden slats. I thought it was wierd, so i turned around, but he was still looking at me and pointed again, so I went inside the room. he followed me in, and he looked at the wooden slats, and when I turned to him he just nodded. He wasn;t even talking, but I guess it was okay because i stepped into the bedframe and he pointed his finger down. I sat down on the center slat. It bended a little as i sat on it, and Commander pointed to my feet, and another slat, and I put one foot on the slat in front of me, and he nodded aand looked at the other foot, so I balnced both feet on the slat, then I put a hand behind me to balance on the third slat. i was about a foot off the ground.
He sat on the bedframe, and ran a finger over my hand, and I had to keep it there to keep my balance. i guess i could have just let go and fallen to the floor, but I knew what he wanted. he wanted me to balance on those three slats in the bedframe.
He took his other hand and stroked the top of my foot, and I was wearing closed toe sandals, and no socks. he had to go slow because he didn't want me to fall, and I didn't want to fall, but sson enough his fingers went up my pants leg (over the cloth), up and up and up, then down, then up, past my knees and over my thighs, and i still had all my close on, and i opened and closed my legs to get away but of course there was no where to go. His other fingers came up my arm, acropss my blouse sleeve, then over my shoulder, the down my sides, and he didn't try to unbutton the blouse or unsnap my pants, and he didn't touch my boobs, but he came close, and the closer he came the more i wanted to let go of those slats.To make thios story short he kept going slow across all my clothes until he stopped, and let two fingers go over my cheek like he was shaving whiskers. That did it, and i let go, and basically fell ass on the floor and the slats went flying, and sure enough he picked them up and lay them back on the bedframe, but this time I was on the floor with slats keeping me there. and when he sat on the middle slat I had nowhere to go, and of course he reached for the top button of my blouse.
I write this story for a certain someone who is corresponding with commander: if you meet him,girl, you will give in. I swear it.
So I did.
I got to his house at three, as one of the football games was ending, but he wasn't watching the TV. He was in the kitchen, cooking something. It smelled like potatoes and onions and maybe stuffing, but when i walked to the kitchen door he came to me and held up a finger. He pointed to another room. I walked over to it, and of course it was his bedroom, but there was no mattress or box spring on the bedframe. Just the wooden slats. I thought it was wierd, so i turned around, but he was still looking at me and pointed again, so I went inside the room. he followed me in, and he looked at the wooden slats, and when I turned to him he just nodded. He wasn;t even talking, but I guess it was okay because i stepped into the bedframe and he pointed his finger down. I sat down on the center slat. It bended a little as i sat on it, and Commander pointed to my feet, and another slat, and I put one foot on the slat in front of me, and he nodded aand looked at the other foot, so I balnced both feet on the slat, then I put a hand behind me to balance on the third slat. i was about a foot off the ground.
He sat on the bedframe, and ran a finger over my hand, and I had to keep it there to keep my balance. i guess i could have just let go and fallen to the floor, but I knew what he wanted. he wanted me to balance on those three slats in the bedframe.
He took his other hand and stroked the top of my foot, and I was wearing closed toe sandals, and no socks. he had to go slow because he didn't want me to fall, and I didn't want to fall, but sson enough his fingers went up my pants leg (over the cloth), up and up and up, then down, then up, past my knees and over my thighs, and i still had all my close on, and i opened and closed my legs to get away but of course there was no where to go. His other fingers came up my arm, acropss my blouse sleeve, then over my shoulder, the down my sides, and he didn't try to unbutton the blouse or unsnap my pants, and he didn't touch my boobs, but he came close, and the closer he came the more i wanted to let go of those slats.To make thios story short he kept going slow across all my clothes until he stopped, and let two fingers go over my cheek like he was shaving whiskers. That did it, and i let go, and basically fell ass on the floor and the slats went flying, and sure enough he picked them up and lay them back on the bedframe, but this time I was on the floor with slats keeping me there. and when he sat on the middle slat I had nowhere to go, and of course he reached for the top button of my blouse.
I write this story for a certain someone who is corresponding with commander: if you meet him,girl, you will give in. I swear it.
