Max arrived in Maine earlier than he had expected, and checked into his hotel room on a rainy, Sunday afternoon. He had been sent to Bangor for two business meetings, but would have a lot of free time in this small, New England city. He had been surprised when his boss had told him where he would be going, since this was the city his online friend and lover lived in. They had been flirting, and playing sexy phone games for months, but hadn't had the opportunity to meet, until now.
Max looked around his room, and was pleased to find himself in a very comfortable, luxurious suite. The bed was inviting, with its soft, fluffy, silvery blue comforter, slate grey sheets, and several pillows. He smiled in anticipation of the time he planned to spend in that bed, over the next few days. He set his suitcase on the luggage stand, next to the dresser, and began to unpack. He put his neatly folded clothes in the drawers, except for a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt, and the innocent looking packet that sat at the bottom of his suitcase. He removed the package, and tore open the plastic wrapping, pulling out a long, blue, nylon webbing strap, with soft, padded wrist cuffs at each end. He grinned to himself, as he pulled back the pillows and covers on the bed, and slipped the strap under the mattress. He slid the cuffs a third of the way down the mattress length on each side, and gave a firm tug, to make sure they were secure. When he was satisfied that the wrist cuffs were ready to use, he replaced the bedding, and picked up his phone.
Max sent a quick message to Gwen with his room number, and an invitation to meet him there, before heading into the bathroom. He wasn't sure how far from the hotel she lived, but expected that he would have time to take a shower before she arrived.
As Max was stepping out of the shower, he heard a knock on the door. He was surprised that Gwen had gotten there so quickly, but wrapped a thick, white towel around his waist, and stepped out to answer the door.
Gwen stood there in a rain drenched, long, red raincoat, with the hood pushed back to reveal silky, lavender hair with platinum blonde highlights, framing her face. Max took a moment to look at her for the first time, before realizing he was nearly naked, in the doorway. He took a step back, still holding his towel closed with his left hand, and invited her inside. She stepped into the room quickly, so he could close the door. He gave her a quick kiss, and stepped back again, to take a longer look at her. She stepped out of her shoes, and tucked them neatly under the chair next to the door, before turning to look at him. Her cheeks were barely blushing, and her eyes were bright and smiling, as she unbuttoned her raincoat.
Max spoke first, "Let me go put some clothes on..." he began, as Gwen opened her coat, and slipped it back off her bare, freckled shoulders. She was suddenly standing before him in just a pale, lilac lace and chiffon nightie. Her face showed a darker blush as she looked up at him through her lashes. "Or maybe not," Max said quietly. Wordlessly, he took her coat, and draped it over the chair, before reaching for her hand. He led her further into the room, and turned to face her. He let his eyes drop from hers, and linger on her barely covered breasts, as he pulled her close. He tucked the ends of his towel in, to hold it around his hips, then took both her hands in his. He pulled her against him, and drew her hands behind her back, where he took both her wrists in his left hand. He looked down at her face, and bent toward her, not quite touching her lips with his. Max stood like that for a long moment, not quite kissing her, but holding her body close, and her wrists securely. He could feel her trembling, and wondered briefly if she was cold, or excited.
As he finally kissed her, Max felt her shudder softly, and then relax into their kiss. She smelled earthy and feminine, of sandalwood and vanilla. He breathed her scent deeply, as his right hand stroked her left arm, up to her shoulder, where he hooked a finger under the thin strap of her nightgown, and slid it down to her elbow, baring her left breast. Her nipple was already erect, and as he pulled her hands back further, her back arched slightly, offering her naked breast to him. He could feel her pulse racing, and her breathing quicken, as he traced his fingers back up her arm, and across her collarbone, deliberately avoiding her nipple, that he was sure she wanted him to touch. Instead, he pushed the other strap of her gown down her arm, so she was naked to the waist. He looked down at her nipples, hard and inviting, and then back to her face. "I'm going to let go of your hands, Gwen. I don't want you to move them, though. Ok?" he asked. She nodded her understanding, holding her breath in anticipation of his touch.
He released her wrists, and cupped a breast in each hand, squeezing gently, still avoiding touching her nipples. She moaned softly, barely a whisper, and Max felt his cock twitch under the towel. He brushed his thumbs over the tips of her nipples, and watched her shoulders draw back as she arched her back against his touch. "You like that, right?" he teased her.
"So much," she whispered, "please don't stop." He felt his jaw clench when she said, "please," and gently pinched her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. She moaned softly again, a little bit louder this time. Encouraged by her reaction, he tugged gently, and rolled her nipples, until she moaned again. He pinched a little harder, and bent to kiss her left nipple. As he traced the tip with his tongue, she whimpered, and he closed his lips around her aching nipple, giving a gentle nibble. He suckled and teased her for several minutes, listening to her whimpers grow louder and her moans deeper. With a long, firm suck, he let her nipple fall from his lips, and kissed her deeply.
He put his hands on her hips, where her nightie still rested, and slid it off, to fall to the floor. He pushed gently on her hips, guiding her back to the edge of the bed. He left her to stand there for just a moment, while he pulled the comforter down, and stepped back to face her. He pulled the towel from his hips, and draped it over the sheets, before having her lie down. "We're going to make a mess, Gwen." he advised her, playfully. Once she was comfortably lying in the center of the mattress, with the towel spread under her hips, he reached for her left hand. "Do you trust me?" he asked, seriously. She was admiring his body, her eyes on his erection, as she raised her hand for him.
"Yes," she said, quietly.
"Are you sure?" he asked again, solemnly.
"Yes, I'm sure." she answered with confidence.
He secured her wrist with the padded, blue velcro cuff, making sure it wasn't too tight. Her eyes followed him as he walked around the foot of the bed to the other side, where he secured her right wrist. "Now you're all mine, at my mercy." he teased her.
"Yes, I am," she agreed. "What are you going to do with me now?" Her tone was light and playful, but her voice had a sultry note that told Max how excited she already was.
