I was so excited that you had agreed to come over today. You'll never know just how often I paced around my apartment preparing for you, making sure that everything was just right. On the dining table were your favorite flowers. In time the aromas from your favorite meal would be wafting from my oven. It was ridiculous to watch a grown woman pick out just the right music. When the doorbell rang, I had to fight myself to not run right to it. You are a very cool woman; so beautiful, so sharp. Sometimes when I look at you I could swear I see you standing on top of the world. A woman like you should be pleased when she walks through the door. And yet, here I am pacing back and forth, wringing my fingers and making final prayers that all goes well.
I couldn't help it when I finally opened the door; I didn't mean to sigh so loud. You looked so beautiful with your hair down. Your hips curved out so nicely beneath your dress. Your waist curved in so slightly, daring my hands to reach out for that first touch. There would be no caving to you just yet. You would not see me so eager for you. I tried like hell to cover up the hunger in my eyes. I guess it didn't work. I stepped back to let you in and turned away from you just long enough to close the door. When I turned back, you had not walked away, as I had supposed. Instead, you were right there; barely an inch between us. I smiled in hesitation, you made the first move, and our roles were set. You were the woman in charge. I was your naïve little girl. I liked how you walked me back into the wall. No one had tried that with me before. That's why I giggled mid-kiss. That's part of why I put my hands on your jaw. You made me dizzy with anticipation.
You felt so good to touch. It felt so good to have you there; calf caressing calf, thigh to thigh. To feel your stomach press so slightly against my own, I almost cried at the thought that it was really nothing more than a vivid dream. It wasn't a dream, was it? Your hands made their way slowly around to the small of my back, trying to pull me in, bringing me closer to you and you found it. You found the silky scarf I had folded over my belt. You almost knocked me off my balance as you pulled it out and forward. I think you liked that show of strength; that moment of domination. You examined it, tilted you head just a bit, raised one eyebrow as if to say, "Oh really?"
"Please, turn around. Let me cover your eyes. I have a surprise for you that I don't want you to see right away." That was a nice look of amusement to pass your lips. You felt comfortable trusting the naïve one; the one who couldn't possibly surprise you. But you were prepared to play along, weren't you? Thank you for that. You were such a good sport when I sat you in that oak chair. You even made these cute little giggles when I bound your wrists to the arms and your ankles to the legs. Yes, you were right. I had been planning this for quite some time.
To hear your breathing quicken a bit was exciting, I will admit. You were excited, nervous; you had to trust and be the helpless one. Poor thing, you were. I'm glad the nibbles on your ear and caress of my finger tips against your nipples were enough to settle you in. You're an excellent kisser. Did you know that? To feel the softness of your tongue against mine.... Well, you certainly made me crave for something more. I believe you felt the same; otherwise you wouldn't have slid forward in the seat as you did. Ever your loyal servant, I was more than happy to kneel before you and run a trail of kisses licks and nips from your lips, down those beautiful pink tips and between those hips.
Your petals were quite soft, so clean and bare and smooth. You knew how much I preferred to taste you sans scrub. You didn't know, you couldn't see or tell, but I became dizzy from the decadence of it all – your sweet nectar flowing freely toward my tongue; your shiver at my fingers playing along your lips and my nose against your clit. I wanted you to cum so badly, all for me. I wanted to watch the most beautiful sight in the world. I was pleased when you granted my wish. I still wake up to this day with your whimpers squeals and sighs echoing in my dreams; followed by your inquiry, "So, was that my surprise?"
"No, my Beautiful One, that was but a lack of self-restraint." I moved once more behind you, loosening the knot behind your head, "This, my Beautiful One is your surprise." Judging by the look on your face, you were indeed surprised to see him sitting in the room; cock in hand. Poor thing couldn't help himself, could he? He's always been a sucker for beautiful and bold; and there you were, right before him.
"But how...why? Will you be loosening me soon so I may ease his ache?" Clearly this was not an option that had passed through your mind. The mark of a good surprise indeed, in my book.
"Beautiful One, he is here as a reminder to you. I brought him here to let you know something very important. You have forgotten a lesson most learn by the time they get into school. Beautiful One, you have forgotten how to share." I did notice you were all of a sudden resistant to my touch. You had finally begun to figure it out...and yet, you could not help but succumb to my touch, could you? Once you were mine again, you were ready to listen.
