<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a9/Duchesse.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: comic sans ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><em>Duchesse, Club Owner</em></span></span><br/><strong>Where: </strong>Lounging Chair, on the patio<br/><strong>When: </strong>Thursday, shortly after dinner<br/><strong>Who: </strong>Harlequin<br/><strong>Status: </strong>Closed<br/><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;">His reactions were a delight. All of his body language seemed to be saying "More, please, give me more." Her gaze wandered as she whispered, and she looked downward to see the pulses and twitches. He had a beautiful cock; a beautiful -young- cock, and she could feel how it reacted to her touch in a most vivid way. This one would be interesting to tease, Duchesse decided, and it would be something to do later. She had done some teasing today and was still doing a fair bit of it, but she wanted him before he changed his mind and decided that he'd prefer not to fuck his boss.<br/><br/>Her fingers dipped below, cradling his balls in her fingers and her thumb brushing back and forth near the base of his shaft. Her touch was still light, with the goal of making him want for something more. She wanted him to long for a firmer pressure, a careful but firm caress. He answered to her confession with one of his own. She was surprised to hear that he had been lusting after her for that long. She had not been aware of it all along, and felt flattered.<br/><br/>"Flattery." She said, with a half-smile, indicating that it had at least partly reached its goal. "How about all three? Or would you not have the patience to wait that long for your own pleasure, as young men tend to do." She teased him. It was a challenge, clearly wanting him to do something about it, to dare to make a move on her. She moved then, onto the lounging chair. It was a wider model, as the whole place was done keeping in mind that sex would usually be shared with a partner. It still wasn't anywhere near a double bed, however, and he would be able to fit beside her only if one of them was laid on their side and the other laid at the very edge of the chair.<br/><br/>Duchesse glanced behind her, where most of the chair remained empty and then up at her. "Why don't you come and lay behind me? We'll see if you have the patience to deliver some of what you offered." Of course, that would mean that she would no longer be able to handle his hard tool, that she would feel it against her butt or, better yet, between her legs, but she could live with that. For now. He would have the full access to her body, and they would still be able to kiss…</div>