{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"95ea0b27-96f2-4456-bc7b-f9f0d1a0be72","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2018-12-07T06:55:37.17Z","title":"Just A Little Scrap Of Fabric","slug":"just-a-little-scrap-of-fabric","shortId":"gKj3NyaR","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"3b68deea-c996-44f7-bf67-2c5763f7cfc1","title":null,"summary":"\"That's all it is sweetheart.\" she intoned again in that honey-dripping \nvoice. \"Just a little scrap","wordCount":1582,"readTime":8,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"\"That's all it is sweetheart.\" she intoned again in that honey-dripping \nvoice. \"Just a little scrap of fabric. All that's between me and you.\" \nMy pussy quivered a pulse a bolt of all the possibilities of what she \ncould do to me ran through my head at once, in an instant.
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\nShe looked at me over the dinner table. We were closer than two diners \nshould be to eat. Face to face. Her hand on my thigh. My breath hard to \ncatch. Her finger tips pressing into my leg, eager, mere inches from my \nwetness.
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\n\"I...\" I began, but she silenced me before another word could escape \nwith the most dazzling kiss I'd ever had. Away fell the world. The \npeople. The Diner. Just her and me in a moment of bliss.
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\nAll good things... I hadn't noticed, but she'd broken the kiss and moved\n back. I unclenched my toes, opened my eyes and lost myself in hers. Not\n sure I wanted to swim out again.
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\nShe withdrew her hand from my skirt. Nails scratching gently but purposely down my warm flesh.
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\n\"Kassy, if you want to come and play, like the submissive I know you \nare, then come and play. I'll make sure you're first time doesn't scare \nyou away for good. Deal?\" The words took a second to make sense and for \njust a heartbeat I leapt. She was beautiful. Serine, austere. 10 years \nmy senior and my boss, a fashion house VP at that. Green eyes pierced \nme, her tight, cream top with the impossibly deep v neck for breasts \nthat gorgeous flashed a promise to match the words as I glimpsed hard \nnipples piercing the silk. \"Think carefully now. We could go back to how\n things were, see each other on Monday like this never happen. I want \nyou, Kassy, your stunning, and I want to eat you whole, but this is a \ndance for two. Come along and I'll show you how deep my rabbit hole \ngoes.\"
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\nAnd with that she got up from the table, edged out from the booth and \nwithout a second glance striked heel after heel towards the hostess and \nthe exit beyond. Kassandra's head was spinning and not from the half \nglass of champagne Miss Harrington insisted on. Was she crazy? Could she\n do this? 4 weeks ago she thought she was straight. But now, now after \nthe flirting and the ball gag she secretly discovered in her bosses desk\n and then the fantasies of Her... She swallowed. Grabbed her purse and \nfollowed. Her eyes down in case anyone could read her blushed face and \nknow what was happening.
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\nKassandra caught up to her at the lobby. Some doorman holding the double\n doors as she strode out into the crisp December air. She was within \ntouching distant, though Miss Harrington must know she was there from \nthe clatter of her own heels speeding to catch up, and yet she did not \nturn to acknowledge her. She just walked over to the nearest car and \nopened the door and held it, without looking back at her.
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\n\"In, little rabbit.\"
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\nThe momentum of the promise propelled her inside. Her naked thighs on \nthe leather, the short skirt bunched up as she slid over to let Miss H \nin. Door slam made her jolt back to reality. The hard, heavy metallic \nclunk breaking the spell.
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\n\"London and 5th\".
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\n\"Yes Miss Harrington.\"
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\n\"And mind the bumps, my friend isn't feeling so great.\"
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\n\"Yes Miss Harrington. Of course.\"
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\n\"Rest your head in my lap Kassy. It'll help.\"
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\nKassandra was once again a little disorientated. How did the cab driver \nknow her? She wasn't ill, wait, was she? I am feeling a little dizzy. \nHer hand came up to Kassy's hair at the back and went deep. Fingers \nsprawled sending sparks of pleasure from them. 'She smells amazing' \nKassandra thought and went unresisting with the hand as it led her down.\n
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\nFingers toyed in and around, up and over her scalp. The feelings were \ndelicious and everywhere. This wasn't what she expected, not at all, but\n she kept her eyes closed and face to the leather skirt as this \ndomineering woman, her unexpected crush, showed an idle but specific \ncare. She felt loved and safe but excited and in unknown waters. Her own\n nipples now were hard and grazing the fabric with every subtle jostle.
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\nThey swept around some hard corner and she felt the pull slide her away \nfrom this safe nest so pushed a foot out to stop her moving. The hand at\n her head swapped and the other landed at her thigh, very high. Her \nbrace had caused her skirt to ride very far up indeed as tender fingers \nnow stroked the exposed skin. Up and down, just a little, but always \nright to her crotch and never leaving her leg. She was wetter than she \ncould remember in a long while.
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\nDelirious from the overload of simple pleasure she mewled in wanton need\n and opened her legs, exposing the scrap of pink lace covering her pussy\n to... to Whatever! Kassandra wanted to reach down there and push it \naside to allow access to her needy wetness but with her arms where they \nwere she was pinned, lest she move and break the moment.
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\nThe stroking continued. Hair and thigh. Incessant and teasing. A low \nlevel pleasure on a constant hum. A flush came to her face again and she\n turned into the skirt to hide it, even in the darkness.
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\n\"Please... please touch me..\" she whimpered out. Her erotic ache ran \nthrough her and she thrust her covered pussy out again. 'Something more.\n PLEASE, anything more' she silently begged, needing that next turn of \nthe crank.
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\nMiss Harrington was a maestro and silently proud of how quickly she had \nturned this quiet, cute young woman into an instrument she could pluck. \nShe smiled, the ideas of where to take this next danced around her, but \nshe hadn't worn this skirt for nothing. It was a simple line of straps \nhanging downwards rather than a single piece of fabric.
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\nShe spread her legs. Kassandra was held my a suddenly firm hand in her hair.
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\n\"Rabbit. Hole.\" was all she spoke and just like that Kassandra became \naware of both Her smell and what was desired. Inside her a little \nsomething drove her to want to please.
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\nThe thought of kissing her first pussy and while that hand was firmly \nguiding her was sending thrills up and down her. From clit to toes to \nnipples to hair.
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\nHer need for more physical touch now replaced, and in the darkness she \ndelved. Miss Harrington taking a moment to pull aside the couple of \nleather straps to reveal her own heated cunt.
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\nKassandra tried to see, but it was too dark, and so she moved slowly \nforwards until she was able to kiss mons. And kiss she did. The heady \nfragrance of Her now impossible to resist nor did she want to. She \ntentatively reached out with her tongue. Finding and exploring all the \nplaces she thought would drive her own pussy wild. Yet then, even in the\n midst's of heaven Kassandra was propelled to a new place of worship. \nShe lapped at the font of Her juices as if tasting heaven. She surprised\n herself at how much she loved the taste. Miss moaned and the fingers of\n both hands rand over her scalp, owning it. Positioning her.
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\nThe pleasure she caused drove the fire deep in her own desire and she \nagain, awkwardly, thrust herself forwards, grinding a little against \nnothing. 'Oh god, this is like fantasy' she realized and squeezed her \nthighs together in hope of some relief.
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\nShe continued her feast, lapping at the goddess. Resting and then \nsuddenly tightening hands letting her know when she was doing it right. \nThe journey seemed endless. She didn't care. She wanted to make her cum,\n here, now. Twisted in the back of a cab with hair and skirt and tongue \nand pussy all a mess.
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\nShe felt a hand leave her head and pull at her skirt hem. Higher and \nhigher, here and there. Until her skirt was a belt and her ass was \npointed up. Nails suddenly dug into flesh and she gasped, pain rattled \nthrough her like a fire and yet, not pain. A welcome pain. She moved up \nto where the little bead of pleasure was and went into overdrive.
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\nNails dug deeper into head and ass. Breathing heavy and the air was \ncharged as with an almighty pot hole Miss H began to orgasm hard. \nPulling Kassy's head tight, every lick a torture and a heaven. She \nscreamed then. One long, guttural, wordless, leg shaking moan and grunt \nas the orgasm ran through and over and down and done.
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\nKassy's head was released from the iron grip, and fingers held loosely against her.
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\nKassandra beamed like a thousand suns in the darkness. She'd done it. A \nsatisfaction of its own ran through her and she felt tingly at that. \nShe'd done good.
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\n\"We're here Miss Harrington. Have a good night.\" The driver didn't even turn around.
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\n\"Come on rabbit. Home time.\" She said. and with a disentangling they exited the car on Her side.
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\nKassandra didn't really take in the surroundings of where they were. It \nwas dark. But in this pool of light was someone she wanted. Someone \noffering to show her a new place. She followed the click clacks along \nthe path and beyond the heavy door.
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\nSilent here. Warm. They we're alone.
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\nWith all the tenderness and yet dominance and electricity in the world. They kissed, and Kassy's world exploded.

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