He loved her and her outfits–her striking, dyed blonde, short hair and her Gingham jacket. But what especially caught his eyes, captured his attention span, and captivated all of him was her beautifully soft satin blouses and tight , split black satin pencil skirts stretching beyond her kneees.

She has an amazing name, Ms Juliette Jupe-Soyeux. Though she never claimed to be French, she had a wonderfully sexy and continental walk that mesmerized him. There was just something about her heels rhythmically click-clicking on the pavement when they were on their way home, a sharp “Swish” sound from her skirts as she passed him by. All too often with a rather disdainful look on her {sadly for him} almost as condescending as it was oh so lovely face. She acted like she knew she was destined for better things than him.

Whilst he hated this aspect of her, his young loins were, shall we say, highly stimulated by her haughty, controlling, yet somehow calm manner.

Imagine his surprise and desires when one day she tapped him on the shoulder and said that she wanted to see him at home, that she had a “Project” that she had to complete, and that he would be an essential part in it’s completion. She came rather close to him, her tight breasts below only the top of his face. She grasped a multifaceted amethyst pendant dangling from a sparkly chain around her long, slender neck. As she spoke, she seemingly casually stroked the pendant as if she was all but absentmindedly toying with it to enhance whatever she had to say.

After she’d gracefully glided out of his eyesight [but never in a million years out of his mind’s eye] his friend on the shared ownership homes section also tapped him on the shoulder. “I saw that” he said. “Watch her, she’s trying to sell you bad insurance. Guy I know bought it off her a week ago. Suddenly came into work like he was in another world. Whenever she was around he would just follow her wherever she went, like a trained puppy on a short leash. He left the job yesterday and no-one knows why. Just watch her.”

He thought about the warning almost as much as he always fantasized about her. Next day he caught up with her on the bridge before their work. His dream girl was, as usual , immaculately turned out wearing a Gingham skirt and jacket. He saw the inevitable white satin blouse tantalisingly peeking out from behind the outer clothing. This time of his life timelessness stood still spellbound as he tapped her on the shoulder.

“Yessss” she snapped.

“I’ve had second thoughts about our meeting,” he said. “I am not sure that you aren’t trying to sell me something.”

A slight frown nonchalantly appeared on her delicately ruby-tented lips. It lingered just long enough for his eyes to thirstily drink in its presence. And it remained in clear view until after he keenly felt the suddenly increasing arousal of his always growing hungers to please be near her and to please her in any ways she commanded. “I’m very disappointed” she said. “Particularly as I had hoped our meeting would be more relaxed than usual. More relaaaaxed….” Her voice dreamily tailed off as she again playfully dangled the amethyst pendant just above her slightly exposed breasts. He felt even more helpless than he usually was under her swaying pendant’s enchantments. “Ok 8pm at mine” was all he could hear himself say…”Good boy” she replied. He wasn’t sure if he liked that phrase, but did not object to anything she did, wanted, or demanded..

That evening he didn’t have a smidgen of an inkling of less than half a clue of what to expect. But he sooo hoped that she would be wearing her usual silken finery. He was not to be disappointed. After she arrived she took her coat off to reveal an hourglass figure-hugging (how often he yearned to do more than that with her) white satin blouse and one of the tightest black satin pencil skirts he had ever had the privilege of seeing.

Slowly, she regally sat on the arm of the chair just above him and royally gazed down upon him. After settling down and making herself more comfortable, he became deliciously uncomfortable each time she languorously extended, crossed, or moved her long, firm legs with those trim, taut muscles. After an hour of flow charts and comparisons, her voice seemed to drift far, far away. Suddenly he heard, “I give up, I surrender! You’re just too sleepy to focus even more.”

“What do you mean?” he said.

“Your eyes are just glazing over again and again. You are like my quiet and sleeeeeeepier little boy half way through a bedtime story. All you would need is the sooooooothingly turning little mobile above your crib to send you to sleepy bye land. It’s just like when I was the bestest babysitter you ever!!! imagined. I always knew when my little boy was so much more drowsier and ready for beddy bye time.”

As she softly and oh so self-assuredly said this, he noticed her dangling her amethyst pendant above his out of the blue, inexplicably droopier eyes. His fixation on the lovely, shimmering pendant was subliminal at first, but then more obviously…

“Yess, my dreamier darling, you like me to call you darling don’t you? I know you do. And I’ve seen you in training events. Always the first to falllll fast and sound asssleeep. Always the first to drift away where you belong in my care. Well now you can do as I suggest. You need time to rest!!! even more than ever. It’s time for you to sleeep for me, my sooooooo tiring, even drowsier baby boy.. Now lay your pretty, little head down and close your eyes. Time to let-tee those oh so tight neck muscles go relaxing more and more. You know it’s beddy bye time To let those velvet clad sleeeeeeepy littler eyes softly close! close!! close!!!”

While one hand kept gently swaying the transfixing pendant, she used her other hand to trace soft circular shapes on his temple….

“You seee, my pendant resting in my hand is soothing your tired eyes to restful nap time. The relaxingly caresses of my soft fingers are unwinding all of the tired muscles in your neck. You drowsier feel how much more you want to lay down to rest. Oh how goooooood it feels to lay down to ressst. Now it’s time to tuck your tired, little head into the soft and dark silken skirted pillow above my satiny breasts.”

He felt his head loll against her soft, satin skirt–now like the most perfectly soothing pillow showing him the gateway to the land of beautiful dreams.

“Sleeep” she whispered “Sleeeeep, sleeeeep, sleeeep, sleeeep”

As she’d always known it would, his head fell quickly, completely, and mindlessly onto her silken clad legs. Temporarily, she took her hand away from his cheek and whispered “Soon you will sign to be mesmassured. But we need to quieting your swelling, fortunately for moi not so petit manhood between your legs beforehand. Don’t we, my pet? Once you have cum to always agree with me you can sleeeep. But I want some very wakeful pleasures from your soon to be tired out little body first…..

END.