Night to Remember I inserted the key and unlocked the door. I entered the room tentatively, as if it was my first time. But it wasn't. I had been here before. The furniture, the fireplace and the painting above the sofa all looked the same. And the man who awaited me was also familiar in the most intimate ways. I had spent hours kissing you, touching you, and tasting you. I knew every curve and crevice of your body the soft parts and the firm ones. I knew the feeling of you thrusting into me and your wetness between my legs afterwards. You offered me a glass of white wine, served with a warm smile. "Good evening, " you said.

"It's good to see you again." "It's good to be here, " I replied. "But I'm a little bit nervous." "I wouldn't have it any other way, " you said without elaboration. "Do you remember the safe word?" "Yes.

It's 'freedom, '" I said softly. "Good, then are you prepared to submit yourself for pleasure?" you asked. I swallowed hard. "Yes, " I murmured, surprising myself with the meekness of my voice. You led me to the centre of the room and left me standing in a pool of soft light while you settled into an overstuffed chair. You threw a leg over the arm of the chair, fingering your wineglass, exuding comfort and relaxation totally at odds with my anticipation. I looked to another chair as if to sit, but you denied me "No, stand there for a moment while I look at you." Self-consciously, I glanced about the room. To avoid looking into your eyes. I put my glass to my lips. "Drink it all, " you said. "And then remove your blouse." Raising the glass, I emptied it into my mouth and swallowed the final drops. I set the glass on a nearby table.

My fingers reached for the buttons, fumbling with a couple as I began to undress. Then the garment fell to the floor. The filmy black bra held and shaped my breasts now revealed to you. The white hills above the fabric the hard nipples pushing out. The room was comfortably warm, and heat radiated from the fireplace.

The hard points on my chest were from excitement. You stared at me, and I averted my eyes, looking down. "Remove your skirt and your shoes, " you said evenly. Your voice revealed neither eagerness nor anxiety nor excitement. It was level and steady. I kicked off my shoes and felt my feet sink into the deep carpet. Reaching behind myself, I lowered the zipper. I looked into your eyes as I pushed the garment over my hips, past my knees and down to my ankles.

Then I stepped out of it and stood before you wearing only the bra and matching black panties. The panties hid my most private regions but little more. "Turn around, " you said.

"Let me see your bottom." Obeying your direction, I turned about face, toward the door through which I had entered.

I could feel the heat of the fire on one side and the heat of your gaze on my posterior the smooth globes encased in the tight fabric. The desire was building within me and already part of my mind simply wanted to be taken and to collapse into your strong, reassuring arms. Now please take off your panties I slipped my thumbs inside the elastic band and pushed the briefs down my legs. In my bending, I further exposed my globes to your gaze.

The cheeks separated as I pushed the panties past my knees, and you could see my most intimate regions. I wondered if you could see how wet I was becoming or just the swollen lips between my legs. My panties removed, I stood again.

Still facing away from you. "Very nice, " you commented, almost with detachment.

My cheeks flushed. "Let me see the front." Turning again, I looked you in the eye as you stared up and down her body. Your eyes focused on the vee of my legs.

"Now remove your bra" you asked still calm but with enhanced heavy breathing I reached for the clasp in the valley between my orbs and unsnapped it. I pulled the cups away to reveal my firm cleavage. The hard nipples pushed out boldly, and my arms fell to my side, dropping the garment to the floor. You continued to gaze at me while massaging yourself. I wanted to kneel and take you in my mouth, but I couldn't take the initiative tonight. I was your plaything. "You must be fairly excited, " you said.

"Yes, " I whispered. "Play with your breasts, then. I know how much that can turn you on. Arouse yourself with your tits.

" I cupped my breasts. It was true that stimulating my nipples was highly erotic for me. . . But it was a powerful feeling between my legs whenever my tits were fondled. And you knew it would feel that way. Massaging my orbs, I was aware of the gathering wetness in my valley. Tweaking my nipples, I felt twinges in my cunt. Erotic energy crackled through my body. I closed my eyes to savour the sensations as I kneaded and squeezed my breasts. I thought about how hot I felt and how much I wanted to be touched on my sex. Reopening my eyes, I saw that you had withdrawn you length from your pants and was now stroking it openly. Your swollen manhood in its shades of pink and red. I loved to watch you stroke yourself. "You should pleasure yourself, too, " you said.

. Now I was doing it because you told me to.

"Do it now, " you, said more firmly. "Put your hand between your legs and rub yourself." The demanding tone of your voice startled me slightly, but you achieved your goal as I moved my hand to the place you were watching. My fingers toyed briefly with the wisps of hair. Then I moved my feet apart to improve my access three fingers covered my sex and began to rub sensuously. The middle finger pressed harder and opened the lips of my softness, sliding easily into the valley as the abundant lubrication welcomed the invader. My finger touched my personal place, and a jolt of pleasure shook my body.

My other hand returned to my chest, squeezing and kneading a breast harder than before. "Cum for me, " you ordered. "Show me how hot you get when you're horny.

Make yourself cum." Oh, god.

I needed to hear that. I had held back slightly because I didn't know what you would want.and then powww .the explosion started in my softness, right beneath my fingers and spread through my body in a seconds. I gasped and moaned as the pleasure shook me to my core. My knees buckled.

My fingers continued to manipulate the bud, and tremors rocked me.

Seconds elapsed and felt like hours as the orgastic pleasure filled my mind and body. Unable to stand, I sank to my knees on the thick carpet. I opened my eyes to see you grinning, stroking and staring. "That was a good start Katie Jane.

"You said without emotion other than a faint smile.

"Do you want to suck this?" you said of the turgid rod in your hand. "Yes, " I said breathlessly.

"Do you like to suck length?" "Yes!" "Do you like to suck until it spurts in your mouth?" "Yes, " I replied groaning ready to beg you for the pleasure. "Well, I'm glad to know you're getting into the right mood, " you said. "But you can't have this yet." And you pushed the rigid staff back into your pants, buttoning the fly and standing in front of me. Your condition was apparent even when covered, for the erection pushed at the front of your pants but now it was out of sight more distant than it seemed when I could see it in all of its glory. "Put your hands behind your head, " you said.

I did, and my breasts stood up more pertly than before, the nipples still swollen. You walked around me and opened a drawer behind me. I heard you approach me and stood silently. Your hand fondled my bottom, the first time you had touched me all night. It squeezed one globe and then the other a finger trailed along the crack. I felt something made of fabric skim my back, and you began to wrap it around my wrists, binding them together. Though soft, it was a rope, I decided.

You tied it firmly without hurting me .My wrists were captured.

My arms were no longer free. "You may lower your arms in front of yourself now, if it would be more comfortable, " you said, and I accepted the invitation gratefully. Then I watched strips of black velvet descend before my face, and you pulled it snugly against my eyes. You tied it behind my head, checked to see that it was comfortably taut and said, "Now its time for us to begin." A shiver of anticipation coursed through my body, and I tried to comprehend the idea the brazen display of my sexuality was only a precursor of what you had planned. I felt your hands gently upon my hips as you helped me stand again.

"Turn to the right, " you said.

I complied, and you stopped me after I had turned about 180 degrees. "Now walk forward." Tentatively, I stepped in the direction you wanted, and your hand cupped my elbow to guide me. You leaned forward to push the door open before I reached it, and I stepped into the room, the uninterrupted carpet massaging my feet. You stopped me a few feet into the room. "The bed is directly in front of you. Get onto it and lie on your back.

" Awkwardly I lifted a knee and climbed onto his bed. I rolled onto my side wit h my hands still bound before me, and then onto my back.

Unavoidably, my legs splayed open to expose my moist softness.

I heard the rustle of fabric a zipper and figured you were undressing yourself. "You may not cum without my permission, " you said firmly. "If you feel like you want to, you must ask me. Do you understand?" "Yes, sir, " I replied.

Your fingers touched my legs and lightly skimmed up the side of my calf. The fingers slowly roamed up one leg, across my abdomen and down the other. Then back up again, across my stomach, down and back up one arm and finally I could no longer perceive it as a trail and was merely aware of one erogenous zone after another reacting to your touch. Heavier softer my neck my ears my forehead down the centre of my chest down my legs again every place except where I wanted it most. Then your mouth began to participate kissing and sucking my earlobe then across my cheek and finally planting your lips upon my mouth, my tongue instinctively meeting yours. Our tongues danced in the wetness, and I could hardly comprehend where your hand was touching me now. It seemed to be everywhere, generating electricity that crackled throughout my body. But the sensations were tinged with frustration .my hands still bound, I couldn't respond. I wanted to touch you, too.

I imagined your chest your erection knowing its hard magnificence from previous encounters the thrill of touching it when I was excited but today I could neither reach nor see it and had to content myself With the memory of how it looked in its red, rigid state. Your kiss and your touch continued to inflame me.

I moved my hips to suggest where I wanted to feel your fingers, but you ignored me then without hesitation you were massaging my tender flesh, squeezing the nipples and giving me hope that my cunt, my hot swollen personal place might also receive some desperately wanted attention. The two hands continued to fondle and stroke my breasts as your kisses moved lower own my neck warm, wet kisses down the middle of my chest the tongue trailing across my stomach teasing my navel and then toward my ultimate prize. Finally your chin grazed my pubic hair, and you grasped a few strands with your lips and tugged them gently. I lifted my sex for you "What do you want?" you asked.

"Lick me, play me do anything" I gasped. "I don't think you're eager enough, " you whispered.

"Please. Please toy me.

" "Lick you where?" "My softness my hot cunt. Please suck my cunt.

" "Oh, yesssssss." And finally the tip of your tongued entered my hot, wet furrow. You teased the tip of my personal place and then slid lower to my steaming entrance.

my personal place felt as rigid as I imagined your length to be. My groin felt on fire, even though it was soaked with my excitement. The effect of your tongue was immediate.

You felt the cum begin to build inside me.A finger trailed up my inner thigh and tickled my lower lips. It easily slipped between them and explored my slit. Skilfully the finger slipped up and down and found my personal place, manipulating it and flipping it side to side, rolling it.

The fire in my groin, barely cooled by the interruption, returned hotter than ever. A second passed before the orgasm exploded inside of me fingers expertly stroked and manipulated my bud, and the power of the experience overwhelmed my body. Thrashing, I cried in pleasure and tensed myself to perpetuate the sensations that were shaking me.Without restraint, I cried out my pleasure. The pace of the fingers slowed as my spasms subsided.

My heart racing a flush across my face my body gently relaxing I savoured the sensations that had consumed my body. I felt you reach behind my head and release the knot of the blindfold. As it slipped from my eyes, "Now its your turn to pleasure me", you said looking into my eyes You paused with the tip of that rigid length pressing into my wet cunt, I urged it forward slightly I raised my hips to welcome it, slowly you eased it into me inch by inch, slowly opening my lubricated channel until you were fully inside me, grinding your pelvic bone against mine.

Holding it there for a moment, you withdrew slowly and then pushed it back in again faster this time another withdrawal, another plunge the sensations of you playing me pervaded my body, another orgasm was building in my sex.

Each thrust fueled my lust.

Erotic images filled my brain. The feeling of your pumping length stoked my passions. From there your pace quickened also you pressed harder. You began to inhale and exhale the smell and taste of your love, your trusting was now to much for me to handle, as you looked at me and let go of your warm stick cum.

The prospect of your orgasm inside of me sent a final shudder through my body, and then you thrust deeply into me and amidst loud groans I felt the spasms that heralded your release. I welcomed your cum, eagerly accepting your warm, sticky effusion. You lurched atop me and pressed in as deeply as you could our pubic hair matted together and I knew you were releasing the liquid I loved filling me with it emptying yourself. I relaxed slightly as you moved beside me and cradled me against your chest. My legs splayed open, It felt good, but my last orgasm of the day had passed.

Now I relaxed and savoured your touch I felt your hands unbinding my wrists and drifted into the abyss of post-coital bliss. I had been very well played and so very satisfied waiting for the next illicit meeting.

JennyWA