...you have flirted with me for years. An older BWW lady with a wonderful personality. I've always been polite and said that your fantasy is probably way better than the reality. Sometimes you say I could have your ass if that would get me. On occasion I've called your bluff and suggested you get a room. And it all dissolves in giggles.
But recently you upped the game. Leaning in over my shoulder and showing me pictures of your breasts on your phone. Voluptuous with huge areoles and soft crinkled nipples. As you do you lean on my shoulder so I can feel your pussy mound pressing on me. I say they look very nice and turn back to my computer and get back to work. But you have managed to get my attention and later that night I masturbate while imagining you on your back with breasts on show and legs parted, your pussy lips glistening.
On another occasion you mention a visit to a club in a nearby city. How as a single BWW you have no problem getting in. How you like to go to the open rooms where there is BDSM. How it turns you on to watch an exaggerated display of a bound woman being whipped. The muscles on the back and shoulders of the man doing the whipping rippling and the curve and path of the whip through the air. It's your fantasy and you are not shy in telling me about it. You suggest we should visit the club together sometime. I smile and tell you to get a room - and it's all giggles again.
Later that night I play out the fantasy. Imagining arriving with you at the house on a quiet street. I'm allowed in as I am with you. We wander around checking out the various rooms to see what is going on. The most I am touching you is to press your elbow to guide you past people. You are wearing a black mid length dress stretched over your body. The front is buttoned up and fairly modest. Nothing outrageous - not even a hint of cleavage. We come to a room where a couple are playing out a whipping scene. She is naked and suspended and swinging about three feet above the floor. Spread eagled and face up tied by all four limbs. He is in leather pants and is topless - displaying his musculature. A leather hood over his face - more for effect than anonymity. He is standing between her feet. Working her over slowly with a medium length thick leather whip. Not for great pain - more laying it on for show with light cracking sounds. He is working up and down between her tits and cunt across her belly. Barely leaving gentle, very light marks. She is squirming and mewling - but her eyes are afire and she clearly is leading him on. Wanting more.
The room is busy and I lean back against the wall and use your elbow to stand you in front of me so we can fit into the crowded space. I am watching the scene over your shoulder. You tilt your head back over your shoulder to tell me something. I can't quite hear you because of the music and the crowd making gentle sounds of encouragement. I pull your hips to draw you closer so I can hear. You don't complain and your butt rests on the front of my pants. To this point everything is fairly neutral. You lean back again to tell me how much you are enjoying the movement and curves on display. This arches your back a bit and your breasts push forward. As I look over your shoulder at the couple performing - I see your curves straining, firmly contained by your dress. I raise my hands off your hips and run them up your sides. No objection. So I continue and smooth my hands under your breasts and over them - placing them firmly on them and softly squeezing. In return you push your butt against me firmly and I start to rise in my pants.
We continue to watch the show and slow, deliberate whipping. I smooth my hands over your breasts more and you press your butt back more. I reposition so that my rising cock in my pants is somewhat nestling between your butt cheeks. A particularly slow whiplash lands on the woman's tits making them quiver and I feel you shudder and quietly hiss "yes". I grasp your breasts more firmly and you jerk your butt back against me more. As the man continues to work the whip slowly across the woman's belly - I reach up and unbutton a couple of your dress buttons to test your reaction. You strain your breasts forward more.
