T-Girl fairy tale 6

“Untie it.”

Jared had helped his step sisters in and out of their corsets lately so his hands deftly untied, then loosened the cord and helped it over her head. She turned back toward him and her beauty stole his breath. She still wore her mask. Her hair cascaded down over her smooth china white shoulders and her large breasts were tipped with nipples hard from their recent attention and eager for more.

“Now you.”

Jared sat up on the bed and unbuttoned his doublet. Shrugging out of it he tossed it over onto an ornate chair sitting in the nearby corner. In one move he pulled the white shirt with long blousy sleeves over his head, jogging his mask slightly askew. Angel gently reached out and slid the mask back in place. Without looking Jared banished the shirt to the same chair as his doublet. Angel looked him in the eyes as she let her hand caress his cheek, then slide further down to his chest and across his rippled stomach. Her hand trembled slightly with anticipation and lust for him. Jared reclined back onto his elbows and the moonlight made his chiseled features stand out in stark relief.