For This Moment

The week had been memorable so far. She had followed her gut and finally met a man....a man she had only seen in fantasies until then. He had captured her curiosity at first, although she couldn't quite remember why she had answered that one message on the computer. Must have been her instinct, or maybe just another one of his almost magical powers. From her curiosity he had moved on and captured her mind, and she knew her body also. For as long as he chose to use it, it was his for the taking in any way he wanted to.

It didn't matter why now, she quietly, and with a small smile, accepted that it was just where she was meant to be for this moment. That attitude had helped her survive bad times and she decided it was also good for good times.

Work had called and wanted her to go for an interview at a school she would really love to have. Four hours on calls getting info had been a distraction for a while, but now she could let her mind wander where it wanted to.

After a night of incredible discoveries, some of them realized, some just a seed planted in her mind by the things in the bag he sent home with her, she spent a day with girlfriends at the pool. They teased her unmercifully about the smile on her face, the gleam in her eye. She took the ribbing with a laugh, somehow feeling superior to them because they just had no idea where he had taken her and where she imagined him taking her some day.

Hounded for details she finally said "ok I will just tell you he is a gentleman......he showed me the restraints, and took the time to show me how to escape in case of fire and/or his heart attack. That is the most awe inspiring thing any man has ever done for me." They laughed, called her a freak and a pervert, then got a look in their eyes that told her they were glad for her, and envious.

She smiled from her very core and laid her head back down on the float, letting her mind wander back to the things she had done.....and the things she wished she would have done.

Making a mental note to Google "tie knots and how to undo them"(you had to be there I guess), she remembered that first kiss in the elevator. As the doors had closed and he reached and had drawn her to him, grasping her hair at the nape of her neck, she had realized that there was no turning back. He had kissed her, and she had kissed back like she had never kissed anyone before. Sucking his mouth and tongue as if it was the oxygen she needed to breathe. Feeling him touch the roof of her mouth and later wondering when it had become such a sensitive place.

Her mind and body seemed to leave her, as if detaching from all she had ever known and clinging to him and his strength.

Stepping off the elevator she recalled floating to the room, him opening the door and as she walked in and saw the candles burning, the ropes laid out in perfect order, she felt no fear. No second thoughts. Just the feeling she was beginning a journey that would bring her home. To the place in her mind that had eluded her for so long, settling the restlessness in her soul that had been there for a lifetime it seemed now.

Running her tongue up against the still somewhat sore spot on her lip, she wondered if it was sore from that kiss on the elevator, or maybe the incredible way he slammed his cock into her mouth just a few minutes later She practiced curling her lips around her teeth and hoped she could do that next time he fucked her mouth. She wanted to give him only pleasure. Even though he was gentle when he told her of the tooth catching him just a little bit, she wanted to do everything perfectly for him. To see that look in his eyes that reached somewhere deep inside her to a place she had imagined was there-but had never been touched before.

She remembered the shudder that went through her when he said "I'm going to fuck your ass". He knew she wanted him to be her first, and he had been. Just the thought made her begin to kegal and this set her body on fire. The nervousness, a small bit of fear, and the exquisite feeling as he lubed her asshole so gently. He had allowed her to slowly back into him, setting the pace of her discovery. The pain of it was the most wonderful pleasure she had ever felt. She tried to go slowly, and did at first, but then she wanted him all. She somehow asked him to hand her a vibe during all of this and he allowed it. The touch of it on her clit, with him up inside her asshole, the way the orgasm seemed to build starting at her head and toes and meeting in her body with an explosion that made her unable to think of anything except the fire in her mind and soul and entire body. The memories were almost as explosive as it had been then.

She wondered about the next time-when he would control the speed and depth. And she knew she would savor each thrust, no matter how fast or slow he chose, how shallow or deep. She knew now her body was his to use.

A bit of a frown crossed her forehead when she remembered him talking about her fucking her self. He had not pressed the subject, joking about letting a woman have mystery, but she realized she may have denied him some pleasure that she could have given him. The mystery is the fantasy...the fantasy was becoming the reality, and the reality belonged to him. If she got another chance, she would start squeezing her nipples and say "normally I have to do this as I imagine those eyes looking at me, making me a slut, making me your slut, one that would do anything you told me to do".

She would then hope those eyes would guide her as she got the toys she used when she was alone, holding them up waiting for a nod or a look or a word that said yes slut that one-use it now. Her mind thought of rubbing her clit, pinching her nipples, while locked into those eyes. Reaching for a dildo and slowly putting it inside her, watching his face and hoping to see a yes you are doing well baby, fuck your self for me.

Would he help? Maybe put the clamps on her? Use the dildo? Or would he make her do it all her self, knowing it was sharing a deep part of her she had never thought anyone else would ever see. Forcing her to show what a slut she could be, the things she would do to cum for him. Would he sit and stroke him self? Just sit and watch? Will he get up and come to her, forcing her to keep fucking her self while he slams his wonderful cock in her mouth? That cock that filled her body and now fills her mind with such joy she thinks she will explode. Will he let her taste his hot cum going down her throat, or will he shoot it all over her face and chest.

She wonders about all this-feels the hot sun on her body and the wetness between her legs, thinks about the next time they will meet, then dozes off to a sweet nap. This is definitely where she was meant to be for this moment in time.