Page 5 of Sugar Plum Dreams
Cin would like to say that she didn’t sneak a peek, but she wasn’t that good. Fairy godmother of dresses she might be, but angel she was not.
Off came the wet rag of a blouse to reveal two palm-sized breasts. Through the white cotton of her bra, Cin could confirm her guess at Kristen's nipple color. Bubblegum pink that made Cin lick her bottom lip.
Kristen slid her skirt down her shapely hips to reveal lace underwear. That brought a surprised grin to Cin's face. So Kristen liked having pretty underwear beneath her formless clothing. Cin filed that information away for later. She'd make sure she ended up with Kristen's name in the office Secret Santa pool.
Cin helped Kristen step inside the dress. She pulled the fabric up over Kristen's form to hide the beauty of her body. Not a single alteration was needed. It was as though Cin had made this dress with Kristen in mind. Perhaps she had.
But still Kristen‘s fingers trembled.
“Don’t be anxious. You look beautiful.”
“I can’t help it. I wish I had my medication. I'm going to be even more of a disaster in there.”
Cin had just the thing. "Do you trust me?”
Kristen looked at her with those trusting eyes again. Like a rabbit who'd wandered into a fox's den, Kristen gave Cin a nod.
Cin went over to her desk and pulled out a small gilded box. She heard the gentle tingle inside. She opened the box to reveal two metal balls.
“Stress balls?” asked Kristen.
Cin bit her tongue at the innocence of this woman. “Yes, but they’re not meant for rolling around in your hands.”
Kristen looked up and Cin. "Where do they go?”
Cin gazed down to her midsection. And still Kristen didn't get it. Until she did. Kristen pressed her thighs together.
Cin took a step toward her. Kristen did not take a step back. She stood still like the trusting good girl she was. Like the rabbit who didn't know it was about to be snared.
"I was an anxious girl growing up," Cin said, holding out the box like an offering. "These helped."
“What am I supposed to do?”
“Bend over.”
"Beg pardon?"
Cin took Kristen by the shoulders. Gently, she turned her until Kristen was facing her desk. Then she pressed firmly between her shoulders. Like a good girl, Kristen bent at Cin's command.
"I'm going to lift up the skirt." It was a command couched as a question.
When Kristen didn't protest, Cin did just that.
"They go inside you." Cin's voice had dropped to a low register, one meant for the bedroom. But it was also the same voice she'd used in the bathroom to lull Kristen into a sense of calm. That same calm clearly remained as Kristen didn't protest.
Cin shifted the lace panties to the side. She heard the slight gasp part Kristen's lips. But still, she didn't protest.
Kristen's folds were damp but not dripping. That dampness spoke of trust more than it did arousal. It would have to do.
She felt Kristen gulp as she pressed first one, then the second ball into her. After each Benwa ball was nestled inside of her, Kristen let out a low sigh. The balls were working. That was good. Especially since Cin was a mess at the seat of her own panties.
She wanted to get Kristen out of the room quickly now. Because she wanted to lick her fingers and see if the woman was as sweet as Cin expected.
“I can’t believe I feel better.” Kristen smiled.
Cin smiled back, all while balling her hand into a fist. Kristen's wetness settled into the palm of her hand. Soon she'd press that palm to her nose first, and then lick it clean.
"I can't thank you enough, Ms.—I mean Cin."