we met at my house, not a common occurrence. this was usually our venue for social gatherings, neither free for the other. smiles, maybe a secretive touch, but above board by and large.
today, that wasn't the plan. we were free of others, the day was ours.
i tossed aside her coat in short order and as expected, it was mouth to mouth, hands (hers) to bottom (mine), hands (mine) to breasts (hers) and variations that followed. lips, teeth on neck, a rather full body search, you know the drill. she'd had the good sense to wear a delightfully short skirt and buttoned (soon to be unbuttoned) blouse that allowed for easy access (thank you, dear.)in time, we broke the clinch and i redeveloped my host mentality and offered, "coffee? or some such thing?"
"yes, some such thing might work, thanks."
i prepared drinks for us she sat in the tall-backed dining chair that overlooks our well-windowed but private back yard,as i had hoped/schemed that she would. i has set about various items (neckties, a handsome box, scissors, a fragrant oil) on the table that drew a comment.
"dressing for the day?" she asked.
i approached from behind, delivering her drink, and began an oral review of her neck and shoulders, kisses, nips, tongue-tracing of the clavicle, all that good stuff, allowing my hands to meander, here, there. her neck fit smoothly in the back of the chair and she appeared to be fully comfortable.
"the cravats?, yes, i have plans for these", i murmured.
i selected the patterned one, a narrower one, and knotted it around one of her wrists, and pulling the other arm back firmly tying that to the other, positioning her arms behind the back of the chair.
"oh, oh, an unexpected use," said she. "i quite approve."
i thought you would might, but you have little to say about what i do, here, today."
"oh?"
yes, oh. today's it's mine, but your enjoyment is the plan."
i began with a not-so-quick frisking. in fact, it was downright slow, teasingly, slow...and thorough. i ensured that all curves were truly curves,and enjoyed every one of them. fingers, lips, tongue: all reviewed all. all was becoming apparent. blouse unbuttoned revealing a lovely camisole and skirt well-raised (delightful panties) by this time. the view was enchanting.
i sensed that my hunger was evident via my eyes as was hers.
on to another accoutrement. the scissors were removed from the table (and this may have been my favorite part) with a little snip at the base of the camisole, i ripped a slow tear from bottom to top a slow bit at a time, tear an inch,
hear her breath intake, kiss a bit, more heavy breaths, tear an inch, hear her breath intake, kiss a bit, more heavy breaths and on, until i had rended the fabric from bottom to top all the while giving it my full ongoing appraisement. her foresight in dressing bra-less saved that article of clothing. and with my next move, i added the second necktie to the mix (a solid colored one), using it as a makeshift blindfold. but just prior to her cover-up, i displayed the contents of the handsome box. it was a
well-shaped steel shaft that awaited her. her sighs hinted of her acquiescence.
her breasts received my full and rapt attention, licking, teasing, kneading, as my paws meandered from her feet to calves to knees to thighs and on to their meeting point. and that tease began in full. my face slid down between her legs and i breathed through her dainty drawers.
once again the scissors came into play, with a teasing snip-snip-snip into the air, she sensed that more clothing was being given up for the cause. the knickers lost their center point with one deft tug and snip (and one large breathy intake). though they made a smart belt,
they were short for this role, and with one more snip they were gone altogether. now tongue, fingers and aforementioned steel probe could probe onward. placing the steel wand on her belly for its cold shock value (dastardly!) and then dousing it with massage oil was too good to pass up, so it was done. the oil dripped down to meet her juices. my tongue met them at the pass and the wand did its magic. slowly teasingly, i opened layers of her using this and all of my senses, save voice, this was all done silently. it was about feeling and hearing her. she orgasmed quickly, then slowly, then again and possible again after that. i paid rapt attention to all of her and delighted in her response to my every touch and taste.
eventually, she asked for a break, but not before becoming well-sated and displaying an uncanny ability to enjoy being taken.
"there's more," i whispered in her ear. i removed the tie about her hands and carried her to the nearby sofa. and placing her face down on the sofa, we undertook a position that our friends might easily have detected as "wheelbarrow" had we been playing a parlor game of charades. and i drove that wheelbarrow to its full destination. oh, how i drove.
having all that we wanted and needed of each other, we parted that day full of each other. and my (and her) view of that room changed forevermore.
you paying full attention to me, me paying scant attention to the previous task at hand. and when next our mouths meet, you're sitting astride me, skirt raised, underwear (yours and mine) has been removed and you're grinding against my cock which is centered on your vortex, and your ass is so well placed in my hands, my head thrown back, yours too, and we're slipping into where we go so often. and soon i'm inside you, and this note, this thought has gone so far beyond that first simple kiss, how are you, how's your work going moment. and we're thrusting, grasping, panting, wanting more, and getting more, all of each other that we need that moment.
