Chapter 111 The Haunted Fuck House (13)

• “August 27 – I watched as Serena was lifted onto the piano top and my throat suddenly became dry as Mr. Thomas led me to the sofa. Turning I looked into his eyes and saw for the first time that they were a beautiful shade of Wedgewood Blue and wondered at the color. Seeing the expression of lust on his face, my own became heated and I turned away and as I turned, I felt a trail of long fingers sliding down the side of my cheek and trembled as they flowed down to the sensitive spot at the base of my neck. I sat in silence as I felt his fingers begin to play with the nipples on my breasts. I turned my face back towards him and was startled as the tips of our noses briefly touched.
• Laughing in surprise, I made to move back a bit when I suddenly felt his soft warm breath fall upon my lips. Shyly looking up to the warmth in his eyes, I watched as he leaned in closer until I felt the tickling sensation of a mustache on my face. My private fantasies had always been about men with mustaches so it felt like a dream come true when I felt it move down the bridge of my nose until it moved side to side at the tip. I suddenly realized that he was teasing me and I definitely wanted to play along. Opening my mouth to speak, I felt the slip of a warm tongue flow in to touch my own and my senses became overloaded.
• I closed my eyes and with a soft moan, I succumbed to the arousal I was feeling. Even now as I sit here, pen to paper, the fire of that first kiss is hard to describe. I was consumed by the touch of a man that I hardly knew but with each touch of his tongue and lips, he drew me into him closer. The feel of his mustache was so enticing that I pulled his head down to the top of my breasts. I agonized at the feeling it invoked there and waited anxiously to see what he would do.