A Country Surprise

It was 7pm...the street lights had just begun to flicker and warm in the distance, yet the only light that shown upon the calm waters was dim lighting provided by the well-placed lanterns along the small dock. He had surely put much thought into this encounter, keeping it hidden from me for weeks now...all except for the time of arrival. His instructions were clear, seeing as he had taken the time to write them upon the masculine stationary that was strategically placed upon my vanity. "Good morning, my jewel, you are to meet me at the lake...7pm...SHARP. Your attire may only consist of the white linen dress that is hanging in your closet...NOTHING MORE. A lite sweater is allowed if you feel a chill." I could almost feel him smirking while writing his last statement. He knew very well that my nipples would slice frozen meat by the time the night was over, especially since I was not allowed a bra.

I tugged the lilac sweater tighter about me as I made my way from my car and towards the dock. I caught myself squinting in attempt to see him in the distance to no avail, which made me sigh to myself. This would be most interesting, for his mind works in the most wonderfully delightful ways. I was lucky enough that the temperature was tolerable, at least until the breeze brushed across the water. Finally reaching the dock, I carefully scanned the area for any sign of him, my senses only catching a whiff of his cologne upon the breeze which made me perk and only search more fervently with my eyes. It was still rather dark, only a dim illumination cast across the dock enough for you to see where you were walking. A shuffle was heard, my gaze lifting to see his shadow at the end of the dock. His presence always demanded attention, his posture almost perfect as he seemed to watch me in silence for a few moments.

"Remove the sweater now..." Those were his only words, spoken firmly yet softly enough that it wouldn't disturb the quiet, country night. I obliged, sliding the covering from my shoulders and then draping it over the arm rail of the dock...my eyes never wavering from gazing upon his shadow. Even his shadow made me weak in the knees, mostly because my imagination often got the best of me. "The linen compliments you, my jewel, I can see every succulent curve when the wind blows it from you." His words warmed my insides instantly, causing me to exhale a heated breath as he finally stepped towards me. His stride halted just before me and he leaned forward to tenderly press his lips to my nose...his own little way to greet me which made my heart flutter every single time. I couldn't help but smile.

I could see him smile in return in the dim lighting, but it quickly shifted to his sheepish grin...the one that usually meant I was in for some play time. He said nothing, only pulled a few lengths of rope from his pockets and made quick work to tie them about my wrist and ankles, though they were not together. Oh my...I was about to be spread eagle. He still did not speak, but began to tie the opposite ends of the rope to the rails of the dock on each side. This left me bound in the center of the dock, arms and legs spread wide. He stepped back and admired his work for a moment before shaking his head and stepping forward to slip his hands beneath the hem of my linen dress. I couldn't help but gasp as I watched in anticipation, but he only slipped the dress upward until it covered my face. "I can't have you seeing everything I'm about to do to you, now can I?" He spoke against my lips, despite the fact that I would barely feel the affection. My dress was now my blindfold and my body reacted much like I knew it would: my nipples hardened to a tender peak of flesh and my core burned with anticipation with every brush of his fingertips along my body.

He spent the next few hours touching, teasing, enjoying every inch of me there upon the dock with no remorse or give until I was a shivering and writhing beast within the ropes that held me at his will. I melted there upon the docks into a pile of beautifully used flesh. My wrists and ankles burned to no end, but the pain of the rope burn was by far shadowed by the brilliant ache of being completely and utterly dried of every orgasm possible within you at the moment. My breaths finally slowed as he tenderly kissed every inch of my ankles and wrist, his actions sending shockwaves of delight straight to my aching pussy again that made me shiver. Finally he leaned over me, his smile softer now as he gazed down upon my flushed face, "You shine brilliantly in this light, my jewel, perhaps we will do this more often." He chuckled, placing a kiss to my nose once more before helping me to my feet.