You feel the nervous excitement all through your body. You are excited because you will soon be with him again. It's been a long time since you have been together, and the wetness between your legs only goes to intensify your feeling of jumpiness.
Choosing a resort hotel was risky. You know lots of people in the area, but it was the easiest way to get together. You have an entire day alone with him. You have already brought yourself off once with your fingers on the way to the resort in your car. You couldn't take the anticipation.
That's one thing about you, you want the instant gratification, and the teasing drives you wild.
You arrive at the hotel, and valet park. You get out of your truck and the wind blows your button-front sundress up just enough for the dark haired young man in the red vest to see that you are not wearing any panties. He blushes and you see the beginnings of an erection swelling in his nylon slacks.
You turn and walk inside the lobby, the cool rush of air blasts across your body and your nipples become erect and achy from their sudden lurch to hardness. The air hits your nipples much harder as you chose not to wear a bra.
You already know the room number and make your way to the elevators to the penthouse. You still can't figure out how he managed to arrange for the penthouse suite on the roof of this fine hotel, but that is a question for another time.
The door to the penthouse is slightly ajar and you knock lightly and announce your arrival. The door moves a bit as you knock and you see that no one is around. You walk into the beautiful foyer and down to the main room.
The marble floors and classical furniture help to create a very romantic atmosphere. In the center of the room is a high back dining room chair. Next to it is a small table with a single rose in a vase, a small candle, a silk scarf, a margarita and a note. The note reads "Hi. I'm glad you decided to come. Please enjoy your cocktail and have a look around the suite. When your ready, sit down in this chair and tie the silk scarf around your eyes." It is signed "Master." Chills.
The penthouse suite is in the center of the roof, and sliding glass doors surround the entire suite. You can walk out any glass door and go 15 feet to the railing. There is even a pool on one side. You walk around the entire place getting a feel for the luxury. You finish your drink and decide its time to sit.
You place your blindfold carefully on your head and sit waiting. You hear the front door close and lock with a click. You ask "whose there?" but you get no reply. Then without warning you feel a hand take hold of your wrist and click furry handcuffs to it and the chair, then the same with the other wrist. "Is that you?" you ask with a certain amount of worry in your voice, again no response. Then you feel the hands begin to slowly undo each and every button down the front of your dress. Your dress is laid wide open. You feel the lifting of each foot as your shoes are removed.
Now you sit naked, aroused and exposed for whoever is there to see. Your pussy aches, you want to touch yourself so bad, the excitement is almost too much to bear. Your juices run out of your wet lips and slowly down your thighs, making the wooden seat slippery with your wetness.
You hear the door open and close again, and then nothing. Your nipples are thick and throbbing, your pussy dripping with desire, and now whoever was here is gone. You squirm on the seat to attempt to get some kind of relief. When a deep voice echoes through the room "Sit still slave."