The Dress. Part III

This time he grabbed the front of her dress in between his fingers. He poked the sharp tip of the scissors through the fabric over her right breast, and he let it fall from his grip as he eased the cold metal of the scissors over her skin and sliced a gaping hole exposing her breast fully. She moaned and spread her legs. She couldn't stand it any longer. She wanted him inside her.

He wrapped his arms around her waist, not letting go of the scissors. He bent down and wrapped his mouth around her exposed nipple, pulling her back towards him, making her arch to match his pressure. When he came up for air, he moved his scissor-clad hand between her legs, letting her feel the metal once again against the now drying water on her thighs. Up and up, he moved towards her pussy but at the last minute swooping up to slice into the hem of the skirt once again, this time cleaving it in half up to her bellybutton. He stood back at his work of art, wondering whether any last touches needed to be made.

Her; back arched, tummy tight and wet showing through the new opening in the sliced dress, one breast exposed to the hot air of the afternoon, the other breast hiding beneath the fabric. Just the nipple hard and standing erect in the hole made for it. Legs spread showing the sparkle of her juices through the black lace thong. He was almost finished.

He approached her again and this time the dangerous tip went gliding over her vulva covered by a thin layer of fine black lace. She could feel the cold through the fabric. He pulled the thin layer away from her with his fingers and poked the shiny tip through the lace like butter. He got close, attentively examining the hole he had created, he eased the tip in further, opening the lace more as he watched the scissors touch her slit ever so slightly. She didn't dare move. She moaned, the hard metal, the danger and the ridiculous heat making her crazy. He slowly, cautiously, moved the scissor tip up, easily ripping the lace, moving the metal tip over her clit, the scissors becoming wet with her juices. He pulled them away to reveal her sex red and open, swollen through the opening he had made in the thong.

He stood back once again. She wasn't moving, legs wide, waiting. He couldn't tell if she was even breathing. She was in another world. She was perfect. Just the way he wanted her. Ready.