She prepares herself for the evening to come. She is shivering with anticipation as she bathes and shaves for him. She lingers over rubbing lotion into her skin and oil into her shaved pussy, enjoying the feel of her soft skin. Finally she goes to dress for him, hoping that he likes what she has chosen to wear.
She slides white lace stockings up her legs, then puts on the sheer white blouse that she bought with him in mind. She adds the red and black plaid “schoolgirl” miniskirt that came with the shirt, and stands before the mirror admiring the picture she makes and how sexy the outfit makes her feel.
Quickly now, it is almost time to leave. She grabs a bag and throws some silk scarves and a small stereo into it, pulls a long coat over her outfit, and rushes out the door. She drives quickly to the motel and pays for the room.
She leaves her coat on when she arrives, waiting until he gets there so she can see the look on his face when he sees her. She rubs her fingernails softly up and down her stomach and chest, lightly grazing her nipples every so often. She waits.
Finally, she hears his car, and her heart races when she realizes he is there. He comes into the room, bringing a gust of cold air with him. He sees her still in her coat and assumes that she has just arrived as well. While he goes through the familiar routine of undressing and talking to her of things he has done lately, she takes time to admire the unique beauty of this man, who is both her best friend and her lover.
He has dark hair, almost black, peppered with gray. He keeps his hair short, but has finally allowed it to grow long enough that she can grasp handfuls of it while he is fucking her. He has gorgeous brown eyes fringed by soft curling black eyelashes that she would sell her soul to have. His mouth, topped by a neatly trimmed mustache, is the most beautiful part of him. Full lips, the lower one almost pouting it is so full. She loves to kiss him, nibble that lip, suck it into her warm mouth while he is stroking inside her.
As his shirt comes off, she admires his chest, the light dusting of hair, the sweet, perfect nipples that she loves to pinch and bite. As he lowers his jeans, she admires the sight of his cock, still soft, and imagines how sweet it is going to be to lick it to life. His legs, ah, his legs. She has never been a leg woman, but she loves everything about his. Not muscle bound but still rock hard, big thighs, perfectly covered in hair. As he bends to remove his socks, she admires the curve of his ass, already imagining the feel of it under her hands and nails while she pulls him ever deeper into her. At last, naked, he goes to the bed and lays down.
Only then does he notice that she is still sitting motionless in the chair. He looks a question at her. She is nervous beyond belief. She has always depended on the sexual allure of herself alone, never adorned in any way. Being here now, the plans she made make her feel alternately sexy and scared as a little girl. She takes a deep breath, and summoning nerve she never knew she had, she stands slowly. Making sure that she has his undivided attention, she turns on the stereo she brought with her.
The song is “Slow Ride” by Bonnie Raitt, a song whose steady beat has always made her feel sexy. She keeps her back to him, begins swaying with the music, and starts to unbutton her coat. She closes her eyes. The only way she will have the nerve to continue is to close her eyes and dance as if she were alone.
Slowly, she turns to face him, still moving in time to the music, unbuttoning her coat fully and moving one lapel aside so he can get a peek of her outfit. As her eyes are closed, she has no idea how he is reacting to this, and doesn”t allow herself to think about it. She slowly removes her coat, and her nipples harden in a rush, partly from excitement, partly because the room is slightly cool to allow for the body heat she plans to generate soon. She tosses the coat aside, and as the music continues, she slowly dances around the room, showing off her outfit, then removing each piece, taking the time to touch each part of her
At last, with the song coming to an end, she is fully naked, and hesitantly opens her eyes to see his reaction. He is fully erect, and one drop of precome has escaped the head of his cock. She smiles. Going to him, she tells him not to touch her. She bends, and only allowing the very tip of her tongue to touch him, licks that sweet drop from the head of his cock. She smiles again, and goes to the bag and pulls out a scarf. She sees both the question and the innate trust in his eyes, and laughs in anticipation.
As much as she hates to cover those beautiful eyes, she imagines how erotic it will be to have him laying there in the darkness, never knowing what she will be doing next. She folds the scarf and firmly covers his eyes with it, knotting it to the side of his head so that he can still comfortably lay his head down. She bends over and again tells him not to touch her. His hands ball into fists at his sides. Not allowing anything to touch him but her mouth, she kisses him, slowly running her tongue into his mouth. His tongue eagerly meets and tangles with hers. She cannot tell which of them is trembling, and fears it is herself.
Before she loses her will and simply jumps on the bed and offers herself, she moves away from him and takes several deep breaths. What is it about this man that inspires such immediate lust in her? She pulls two more scarves from the bag and asks him for his hands. He is skeptical, but allows her to tie his hands to the headboard. She checks to make sure they are tied loosely enough not to hurt him, but tightly enough to hold his powerful hands away from her.
Once he is secured, she climbs onto the bed. She begins raking her nails lightly up and down his chest and stomach, flicking his nipples, dipping lower and lower but never touching his cock. She moves lower and lower on his body, lightly stroking his skin, circling but never touching his cock in any way. She notices that he is seeping again, and that his cock is twitching, rock hard. She smiles in relief. It looks as if he is liking this as much as she is. She can feel her own wetness as it leaves her body and begins to drip down her inner thighs. She reaches down, wets a finger in herself, then offers it to him. The scent of her hits him, and he eagerly takes her finger into his mouth, licking and sucking it clean. The feel of his soft wet mouth around her finger makes her even wetter and she moans softly.
Quickly, she moves away from him, again taking several deep breaths to calm herself. When her heart has slowed a little, she returns to him, and begins kissing him, starting at his ears. She loves to suck his earlobes and swirl her tongue all around the shell of his ears. She kisses and licks his neck, then finds the cord on the side of his neck and bites it gently, not wanting to mark her lover. She works her way down, kissing, licking, nibbling each inch of him, paying close attention to his nipples and sides. He shivers, goose bumps rising all along his stomach and chest. She continues down the beautiful body that she has enjoyed so many times in the past. She finds that this situation has given her a whole new level of excitement and lust for the coming sex.
Again, she avoids touching his cock in any way. She bites his legs almost harshly, reveling in how much stronger than her he is. She works her way all the way to his toes, and sucks them firmly, one by one, into her mouth, taking care not to tickle. Finally, she sits very quietly next to him, not touching him in any way. She waits.
She doesn’t know how much time passes, surely no more than 10 seconds, before he starts to move restlessly on the bed. She gives in and very softly reaches out and licks the head of his cock. His whole body stiffens. She takes him into her mouth, taking the full length of him, letting his head graze the back of her throat. This is what he loves, the absolute joy she takes in sucking his cock. She tries to put everything she has and is into this, tries to show him that although she is certainly no virgin, she has never had a more perfect cock. He is the perfect size, shape and taste. He does not overwhelm her mouth, but feels huge when fucking her. She tries without words to show him how beautiful he is to her. Whether he understands or not, he is getting close to coming, she can see his balls starting to tighten up. Reluctantly, for she loves the feel of him pulsing in her mouth as he comes, she releases him from her mouth.
She has one final surprise in store for him. Although they had tried this once before, it had not been a huge success, and she wanted to show him how good it could be. She pours some oil into her hand, and warms it. Then she lubes up his cock, being almost clinical as she can tell he is still too close to shooting, and she wants it inside her when that happens. She straddles his hips and slowly lowers herself onto his cock. She feels his surprise when he feels the tightness of her ass instead of the slick wetness of her pussy. It burns at first, but she grits her teeth and forces herself to relax and let him in. Once she has the full length of it in her ass, she rests, letting herself adjust to the feel of him. After the burning has passed, she begins to move slowly on his cock, rocking back and forth, moving up and down. Always quick to orgasm, she starts coming almost immediately, and the feel of her contracting around his cock sets him off. Every muscle in his body cords as he shoots himself repeatedly deep in her ass.
She lays on his chest, listening to his heart pound, feeling her own heart trying to beat her to death. When she can think again, she realizes that he is still tied and blindfolded. She smiles, kisses him, and releases him. As much as she wants to talk to him, see what he thought of this new experience, she drifts off to sleep.
– The End –