2024-05-30 - Mini-Scene - Lunch with Tim

Posted on May 30, 2024
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I thought walking would be a bad idea today and Tim agreed. I’m sore from cleaning his old apartment and one of the sore spots today is my right knee. I don’t want to stress it too much right now and make a mild problem more serious.

But that also gave us a half hour to ourselves. So of course, he was going to take full advantage. He beckoned me into the hallway, bringing me forward enough away from the window that I would be almost impossible to see from outside. He lifted my shirt and gave me confusing instructions. I couldn’t process what he was saying and he repeated it but the repeated words didn’t process any better. Arms up… something something head. Static. It wasn’t processing and I was confused.

Doing my best to at least obey what I understood, I slowly brought my hands up to about shoulder level. He pulled my shirts off of them, causing my arm movement to fall back on muscle memory, trying to assist the process of getting them out from the shirts without even thinking about it. The shirts remained around my neck but were otherwise useless now, leaving my upper body chilled. He twisted the bundle of shirts around, tightening them into a short thick fabric rope and pulling me forward by them. I believe he pulled me in for a kiss before he walked forward dragging me with him by my neck, musing how I’d recently thought of him pulling on my shirts like a leash so he thought to make them even more leash-like.

He led me into the bedroom, pulling me along by the shirts twisted around my neck. He took the shirts away from me entirely when we got to the room. We’d forgotten to put the gate up behind us so he left me standing there while he removed the dog from the bedroom who had happily followed us.

Cold.

I pulled my arms into my chest as I waited for him, covering myself a little and trying to stay as warm as I could.

When he returned, he undid my pants and pulled my jeans and panties down quickly. The cold griped me instantly and I think I made a noise. A gasp? Unsure. I was also surprised; I didn’t expect him to take both pieces at the same time, or with such a quick movement. He had me step out of them and he left me standing there, naked, while he got himself comfortable on the bed. Finally, he told me to come over to him, indicating he wanted me to cuddle. I pulled the covers over me while I got into bed to cuddle up against him. It felt really weird being naked right at that moment, weirder than usual. The feeling followed me under the covers, but mostly subsided as we cuddled.

The cold did not subside, however. My feet felt freezing the entire time, although the rest of me less so. I never fully warmed though. I clung to him, feeling the fabric of his shirt and pants against my skin, trying to pull any warmth from him I could. His hand on my back was warm and pleasant, but not enough. I spared a passing thought to the power imbalance in the situation; he was fully dressed, and in his work clothes at that.

We cuddled, and kissed, and chatted for lunch. This was not meant to be a big play session. He just wanted to lay down and cuddle and he preferred that I be naked for it. The extra was just some fun spice for his amusement and to keep me just a little off balance – exactly what I’d asked for in the relationship.

Far too soon lunch was ending, but it wasn’t quite over yet. He told me to get up and go stand at the foot of the bed. Back into the cold I went. I stood there, uncomfortable, while he got up. I don’t know what he was doing, but it certainly took him a long time. I wasn’t watching him, my eyes were wandering around, seeking out my clothes. Without thinking I touched at my neck and found something missing. I realized that I felt like I should have had my play collar on. I pondered this while I waited.

When he finally came to me, he rationed out my clothes, only handing me one piece at a time, between other actions, watching me put each one on before taking the next action. I had my panties and jeans on when he sat on the bed and told me to kneel in front of him. I did hesitate, thinking about my knee. But he held my hands, and I did as told, his hands providing support as I slowly sank to the floor. I did feel the ache in my knee and gripped his hands tighter as I descended.

I remember putting each shirt on slowly and carefully. Turning each around in my hands until they were the correct direction and slipping them on. I remember looking up at him.

I do not remember what order he did things in as he pieced out my clothing back to me.

When I was fully dressed, he helped me back up and my knee complained at me again. Oh well. I don’t think once down and then back up did any damage, it just hurt a little.

I think I was dressed and standing as he held me, but I remember him kissing me deeply and hard enough that my lips hurt from his light stubble, and ached for several minutes after from the physical memory of it.

In spite of the cold, it was, overall, a really nice lunch. <3