The rain fell drearily on the window of Maia's office. She looked at her face reflected back in the grey window her blue eyes darkened by the outside gloom.
The office was quiet save for the tap-tapping of keyboards, for a Friday afternoon, the quiet was heavy and almost as gloomy as the weather outside. Maia looked at the clock; 5pm. She wasn't normally one to shut her laptop so quickly and rush home, but tonight she had her apartment all to herself, and she had plans.
Gathering her things, she hurried down the office stairs, wondering if anyone could read her thoughts. It had been a week since her lover and her had shared an intense encounter, and Maia was still riding the high from it.
Could anyone tell how damp her panties were? Could they tell how turned on she was? The thought amused her as she bustled through the pedestrian traffic towards the train station. She half hoped that the scent of her arousal would turn on the people she passed, and upon finding herself in a crowded train carriage, she blushed furiously, trying to calm and contain her thoughts.
Her apartment was on the fifth floor. Maia trooped up the steps and reached her door slightly out of breath. She walked into the small, somewhat messy apartment and revelled in her solitude.
Her flatmate was away for the weekend, and Maia had plans to meet her lover tomorrow. Tonight however, she had the place to herself.
She drew a bath, filled with bubbles and sunk down into the tub, luxuriating in the warm water as she let her mind wander.
Maia lay, legs slightly parted remembering the first time she was tied up. Her fingers snaked over her soft belly, over the short mound of pubic hair, and gently parted her lips.
She pondered and let her thoughts drift back to a week ago...
Her lover has the softest hands, hands that slide over her body like silk. She waits for his warm embrace, but it wasn't forthcoming that day.
"Sit" he commands imperiously.
Maia sat obediently on the floor, palms folded in her lap, acutely aware of her nakedness, restrained by his word, waiting for him. He uncoils a length of hemp rope, slowly and purposefully until he held the midpoint of the rope in his palm.
The ropes smell of fresh hay, a smell so sweetly potent, just a whiff is enough to make her heart race and set her blushing, as she feels her pulse in her cunt.
That throbbing sensation in her sex is what consumes Maia as she sat waiting.