We're sitting on the comfy couch on Tony's front porch. It's a warm summer evening, almost dark, and the sidewalk fifty feet away is deserted. Tony and I are both twenty-something students at the community college.
Well, we're not exactly sitting. I'm lying back with my eyes closed while Tony plants delicious kisses on my neck. One arm is around by shoulder with its hand cupping a breast through my shirt. His other hand is up under my short skirt—high up.
He nuzzles my ear and whispers. "You are so naughty, coming over here wearing no panties."
"Ummm... I always do what you tell me."
His fingers probe the rounded flesh on the side of my ass. "We'll see about that. Spread your legs."
I open my thighs and crook one leg up on the couch to give him complete access. I suck in a breath, tingling in anticipation. Tony has been my hot boyfriend all summer and has learned how to push all my buttons. He'll tease me a while on the porch and then we'll go to his bedroom, where we'll go at it like bunnies.
For me the past month has been a time of sexual awakening. Tony's a couple of years older than my twenty-two. He's shown me pleasures way beyond two-minute teenage fuck sessions. He takes his time, tests me, and then builds on my reactions. At this point I'm ready to try almost anything.
"Good girl," he croons as he pushes up my skirt. "You will be rewarded. And so will I."
He puts three fingers high on the inside of a thigh, just below where I want them. His other hand grabs my hair. I squirm and turn into his kiss.
Tony is a really good kisser. He takes it slow, doesn't attack your mouth like most boys when they get charged up. I usually end up being the one to start the tongue action. He likes bringing me to that point.
After a long kiss I snuggle my face into his neck. His fingertips begin agitating a nipple through my T-shirt. "I left my bra at home too," I moan.
He's wearing baggy shorts, which make it easy for me to run my hand up the inside of his bare thigh. I'm not surprised to find he's naked underneath. He likes me to fondle him when we're making out.
"Ummm..., that feels sooo... good," he breathes. "But your T-shirt is getting in my way. Off with it!"
I straighten up and jerk the loose shirt over my head. My breasts are a nice size, a firm handful with nipples that stand up half-an-inch when I'm excited...like now. Tony grips my shoulders and positions me to admire the view. I look toward the street to make sure no one is watching.
"Gorgeous," he says. "And so very sensitive. What would like me to do with them?"
"You know very well what," I say, blushing in spite of my forwardness. "But shouldn't we go inside?"
He lightly takes each bud between a thumb and forefinger and pulls me toward him. "I like it out here," he says as his fingers tighten.
His voice takes on a commanding tone. "We'll go in when I say so."
"Yes, sir," I breathe. He knows how being told what to do turns me on. I sit up straight, turned toward him, my shoulders back.
"What are you going to do for me tonight, Mary Ann?"
"I'm going to suck your dick," I say with a smile. Tony likes me to talk dirty to him.
"What else?"
"I'm going to lick your balls."
"And then?"
"I'll climb on your lap and guide your hard cock into my wet pussy. But that's after we go inside. I'll be making a lot of noise at that point."
He chuckles. "You are too concerned about people finding out what a hot chick you are. I've got something to help you focus on the pleasure."
My tits are abandoned as he reaches under the couch and comes up with a black sleeping mask. Before I realize what's happening he slips it over my head and pulls it tight. The world disappears.
"Tony...."
"Be quiet. Keep your hands down."
I'm nervous, but incredibly excited. He is taking our game to a new place.
What's he going to do to me?
"Stand up and face me," he says firmly.
I comply. My short skirt falls back in place. The warm air caresses my bare chest. I grasp my wrists behind my back, sensing that's what he wants.
"Very nice," he says. "Now one more thing to complete the picture."
He takes hold of one ankle. "Slip out of your sandals and into this fuck-me-pumps."
"What??"
I feel my foot being inserted into a tight shoe.
Where did it come from? He must have had it under the couch. What else is under there?
"Now the other one."
I can imagine how I look. The heels are at least five inches. I'm naked except for a skirt than ends way above my knees. My nipples are as big and hard as acorns.
He's turned me into an erotic pinup.
"Beautiful...", he sighs. "Now keep your hands where they are and turn around."
"Tony?"
"You do want to please me, don't you?"
"Yes, Tony. You know I do."
"Then do it."
"Are you going to tie my hands?"
"Yes. I won't hurt you. Believe me, you're going to like it."
I'm not sure I'm going to like it, but I'm sure curious. Erotic stories that arouse me the most often go in this direction. I feel that I know Tony well enough to trust him. And pleasing him is always a big turn-on for me.
"Do I get a safe word?" I ask as I follow instructions.
He chuckles. "You can always say 'uncle', but I'll decide whether you really mean it."
The cloth he wraps around my wrists is silky soft, probably one of his old neckties. He secures it in a way that tightens the fabric on my wrists. No way I'll be able to free myself.
"Now we can go inside," he says. "I'll close the curtains and turn on the lights so I can appreciate how sexy you look."
He steers me with one hand on the back of my neck, and the other on my butt. I take little steps, wobbling in the high heels. I stop when my feet hit the raised threshold of the open door. He gooses me to step up and in, then closes the screen door behind me. I know his living room well—a leather sofa and several big upholstered chairs
The coffee table is an old wooden tool chest that is as long as the sofa. More than once I've lain naked on my back on that table while he worked me over. But never with my eyes covered and my hands tied.
I'm left standing alone. Tony is somewhere in the room, watching me. I can see light around the edges of the blindfold.
"What now, master?" I say jokingly. "You want me down on my knees to pleasure you? Or are you going to spank me first?"
Tony laughs. He walks around me, like he is appraising a slave girl before an auction. I arch my back and wet my lips, waiting for his touch.
He speaks softly into my ear. "Actually, I think a warm-up spanking is a good idea. It will make you more obedient and compliant. Take three steps forward and lean over the back of the chair."
I do as ordered, my charged emotions oscillating between apprehension and excitement. My stomach nestles into the padded back of the chair; my head rests on the seat. Tony lifts the skirt and exposes my bare ass. The vulnerability and lewdness of my position sends chills down the backs of my straining thighs.
"Very nice," he says, running his fingers over the protruding flesh. "What should I use? My hand? A wooden spoon? My belt?"
"Ohhh..."
Just then I hear steps on the porch. The screen door opens. A woman speaks in an incredulous voice. "My goodness, Tony. What is going on here?"
I squirm, trying to get up. Tony presses down on my back, pinning me in place. "Don't worry", he says. "It's just my landlady."
HIS LANDLADY??? What is she doing here, walking right in? What will she think of me?
I bury my face in the cushion.
"Hello, Julia," Tony says. He does not seem perturbed.
"Julia owns this cottage," he explains for my benefit. "She has given me a special deal. She drops by from time to time to check on things."
"That's just great," I mouth into the upholstery.
"Julia, this is my friend, Mary Ann," Tony says. "As you can see, this is not a good time for a visit."
"Nonsense," Julia replies. "This is the perfect time. I've noticed you having company almost every night. I rented my cottage to one person, not two. More people mean more wear and tear. And that girl will surely be leaving a stain on my chair."
I hear more footsteps as Julia comes closer. "I see that you are about to spank her, but I don't see any marks yet. What has she done?"
Good God! This woman wants in on the scene! Why isn't Tony more upset? Has he set this up as the next step in my sexual education?
Tony moves his hand from my back to my ass. "She's definitely created wear and tear," he says, patting my on-display butt. "Also, I expect a light spanking will make her more compliant, so I can have my way with her anytime and anyway I want."
"Goodness," says Julia. "You do seem to have her under control. And from what I can see, she is very attractive. And submissive, to boot. Perhaps I could be of help..."
"Hey, just a minute!" I cry.
"Be quiet," barks Tony. "Julia is my friend. Being an older woman she's not as good a friend as you, but a friend none the less. I appreciate her offer."
"Not that much older," laughs Julia. "And I've had some experience along the lines of what is going on here. Is this her first spanking?"
"As a matter of fact, it is," says Tony.
I feel a soft hand on one ass cheek. Julia's voice takes on a new tone, low and sultry.
Here we go. I've wondered what it would be like with another woman, and I think I'm about to find out.
"It's important to do it right," Julia says like she's giving a lecture. "Pleasure and pain must be properly intermixed. Lots of pleasure and just enough pain to let her believe she has no choice but to submit to your every command, thereby amplifying her pleasure."
"What about my pleasure?" Tony asks facetiously.
"Not to worry," Julia titters. "Follow my lead and you will be more than satisfied."
Her fingertips move lightly over my skin. Tony makes no move to stop her. I don't want him to.
