Annie XCIII: Silky

(Chronological index: Sophomore year.)

Annie braced herself as the finger approached. It had a fingernail that could probably spear salmon out of a stream, but Pat was usually pretty considerate.

The pink shovel head slipped past her and the fingertip touched her hip.

"Oooh, so smooth!" Pat said in surprise.

Ray nodded. "It's something new. Sylph silk. Very, very fine threads. High tensile strength, though."

Annie stopped listening to glorious master. He was getting technical about the material. Pat? She was getting turned on by the kimono.

The finger on the sylph's hip moved in wider and wider circles, stretching from thigh to ribs.

Her eyes were half closed and her breath was rapid and shallow. If this was poker, Annie would have guessed the girl had six Aces, all spades.

And come to think of it, Annie was getting a little turned on.

She shouldn't have been. Human touch was about as sensual as getting a massage with a garden hoe. The rough skin of most males, present owners included, was rough and scratchy through any material.

People who moisturized or otherwise paid the slightest attention to their skin still have the texture of her old Samsonite suitcase.

But now? Something about the silk just...slinked between them. Annie felt every bump and whorl as they slid over her, but they were coming across as sensual pleasures. It softened the surface without interfering with the touch.

"Ooh, baby," she breathed. There would be some experimentation when she got Ray back to the room.

And a lock on the door.

Overhead, Ray was just finishing with the cost of the garment. "But I felt she deserved it," he said with a smile.

"What did she do?" Pat asked. Ray shifted position, moving Annie up to his face and away from the coed's touch.

"My mining canary told me a girl was toxic."

"Bebe?" Pat asked. Annie and Ray both swiveled their heads to stare. "Saw you with her a few times. Thought about warning you."

"Why didn't you?" Annie asked.

Pat shrugged. "No guy likes to hear those boobs are attached to such a complete- Oh! Time! Gotta go!"

She blew a kiss at Annie and headed off.

"Am I the only one who was slow on the uptake?" Ray asked Annie.

"No," she said. "You were just focused." She shook her hands out of the kimono's sleeve to gesture as if she was carrying a pair of tennis balls. "Like most men."

He laughed and pushed her wrists a bit closer to her torso. She smirked and left them there. "Now, if I could only find a nice girl with..." Then he pulled her hands back out.

"Yeah," she snorted. "Because Miss J-Cups is out there waiting for you."

Ray laughed again and lifted her to his pocket. She slid in, carefully rearranging her kimono. The pocket of this shirt was tighter than most of his and she didn’t want it wrinkled.

She also found that feeling her own hands through the material was pretty damned pleasurable.

Definitely time for an experiment.

Ray left the library and jumped down the stairs. He descended in more of a controlled crash than anything else. She grabbed the seams and held on.

The bounce shook her up and down as usual, the material of the shirt rubbed her as usual, but the material of her clothing was unusual.

The sylph rattled in place, moaning in surprise and pleasure. She thought, this must be what a hand job felt like....but over her whole body.

"Oh..oh...o-o-oh! Oh! OH!"

"You okay in there?" Ray asked.

"Master, I am GREAT!" she cried.

"Okay," he said, then spun around the landing and went down another flight.

"OH!OHOHOHOHOH!"

He slung his bag on the bed, sat at his desk and turned on the tape player. Olivia Newton expressed the desire that they should get physical.

"Oh, baby," Annie agreed. She waited until her owner was comfortable and through squirming around. Then she turned and climbed his shirt.

She crawled over his shoulder and kissed at his throat. "I've been patient, aaaah've been good," she sang as throatily as she could manage. It was still annoyingly high, she knew, but Ray was acclimated to the nuances of sylph communications.

His sylph's, anyway.

"What's up, Annie?" he asked. Out of the corner of her eye she saw him turn the page of his magazine. She rose up on her knees to nuzzle at his ear lobe.

"Ray? I have a question."

"I have an answer."

"It's about chickens."

"We can get chicken tonight," he said agreeably.

"No. No, it's about live chickens. Chicken management. Managing live chickens. I think we need to research poultry sciences." She tugged on the shell of his ear. He was helpless against a good ear tugging.

"No," he said, spoiling her perfect record of ear-based manipulations. "They made it quite clear that you can't see Poul again until I get tenure."

"Just for a minute?" she begged. He shook his head, nearly tipping her over. She released the ear and lay on his shoulder.

"Nope. I could get in big trouble for second tier fraternization violations."

"You just made that up!" she protested. She dug her elbows into his clavicle to punish him. The kimono removed any friction holding her in place and she shot down his shirt. Face down. Undulating over every bump and crease and one of his nipples.

"Ah-aaaaah-AH! Aaaah, ah, ah..."

Ray looked down at the writhing pool of pleasure curled up in his lap. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"It's the sylph silk, Ray," she whined, rubbing her breasts with her forearms. It wasn't the same, though. "It's like... It's like a pleasure envelope! I'm wrapped in a sensual sleeping bag."

"Really?" he asked. He carefully wrapped his fingers around her and lifted her up for closer inspection.

"Oh, god," she moaned. He squeezed a bit, then twisted his fingers around. She writhed at his touch.

"What happened to you in the stairwell?" he asked.

"Oh, Ray! Sandwiched between you and the pocket and the kimono? It was, I felt..."

She was suddenly silent, looking down. "Annie?"

"I thought... I thought that was what handjobs must feel like," she said softly. "But over my whoooooooole body."

"Did you come?" he asked, just as softly.

"No!" She slapped his thumb. "It's all over too QUICK!"

He shifted his grip, scooching her robe up around her waist, then grabbing around her thighs. With the other hand he wrapped fingers around her torso.

The giant grip pumped up and down her body, sliding the silk over her skin. She groaned, raising her arms up over her head and out of the way.

He moved further, pumping carefully over her breasts.

"It's close," she whimpered. "But not....quite... Oh! Oh, Ray! More! Please?!"

"Hang on," he said. "I have an idea.



After that promise, she screeched when he dumped her down on his pillow. She rolled across it to stomp over the covers.

He moved her cage around and started looping rubber bands through the wires.

"What! Are! You! DOING?!" she shouted. He grunted. He was assembling...something. Then he reached for her.

Two loops of bands were under her armpits, connected by other bands to the top wire row of her cage. She kept her arms at her sides to avoid slipping free.

Two more bands were looped around her ankles, stretched to a common band that hooked on something in his desk drawer.

The sylph was stretched at an angle from the front of the desk to the top of the cage, touching nothing but rubber.

"Is that comfortable?" he asked.

"Touch me!" she begged.

"I just don't want the bands too tight for-"

"TOUCH ME PLEASE!" she commanded.

He obeyed. His fingers wrapped around her in a grip she'd observed many times in her master's room. He apparently underestimated sylphs' night vision.

The touch moved gently from her ankles to her shoulders, tugging and pushing at the cloth. Every bump and crease of his skin, ever fold of the kimono was like a masseuse's finger.

All around her body, the fondling circle commanded her attention, until her whole world spiraled down to a wide belt of her body.

There was just enough motion from the rubber bands to feel the bounce. She tried to kick, to squirm, to move herself against him.

His grip tightened, pinning her arms. He stopped stroking the whole body, just hips to shoulder.

Then just hips to tits.

Then opened her robe and touched the tip of his tongue to her belly.

She bucked and screamed, trying to get her belly away from him, from the crazy tickling. But she also tried to lift herself up, to get the tongue to touch her lower down.

There was no way she could have moved that far, but he understood her desire and cooperated. Just as the hot breath flooded over her chest, the cool tongue licked her pussy.

She was pretty sure later that she passed out. Or checked out. Either way, she didn't notice him releasing her bonds, lowering her to his pillow and covering her with her blanket.

When she was able to focus, she realized she was naked, rolled up and very, very happy.

"Wow," she said.

Ray was running her robe over his fingers. "If they ever make this in human sizes, I'm a dead man," he said.

"What?" she protested. She slithered out of the blanket. "They do make that in human sizes!" He raised an eyebrow.

She gestured as one trying to shimmy up the greased pole at the county fair. "Ah," he said, handing it over. "Just my size..."



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