Kylie was relaxing in her bath. She had found a note in with the two dozen roses she found on her desk that afternoon. He wrote "Be ready for the most erotic evening of your life. I will pick you up at 7:00 pm sharp. Be ready"
She lathered up her washcloth and scrubbed her skin until it glowed a pinkish red; all the while pondering what on earth Joel had in store for this evening. She ran her hands over her body imagining that it was Joel's hands and not her own. She spread her fingers wide and ran her hands down her sides. Inching their way down her body, they slid smoothly on the slick skin.
One hand continued downward to her thighs and the moist area between them. The other hand, her right, slid across her stomach and back up the side of her breast. She spread her thighs and the left index finger spread open her smooth lips. She knew that Joel would be disappointed if she got herself off now, but a girl has to get all of her crevices clean, right? She rubbed the inside of her lips until they were slippery clean.
As she was spreading the shaving cream on herself, Kylie's mind wandered. She made her skin silky smooth and thought of the first time Joel had touched her.
They were at his home, and he started on her neck. while gently tickling her neck with his fingers, his lips tickled her sensitive earlobe, then moved to her shoulders. Everywhere that their skin connected there was fire.
She abruptly brought herself out of her reverie and shook her head. If she didn't hurry up, she would be late. Looking at the clock in her bathroom, she noticed that he would be there in about 45 minutes. She quickly finished her bath and got dressed.
It was one of Joel's favorite dresses. It was tight around her bust, very short, and very low cut. Her large nipples on her ample breasts threatened to poke their way out of the bustline of this dress. She wore no brazier. Her panties were the briefest of satin caressing her cheeks and lips.
She was ready with five minutes to spare. Dabbing her perfume on herself, she wondered what Joel would say if she ever told him that she always wanted to be tied up and made love to? He arrived as her clock chimed the first chime for 7:00.
He escorted her to his car, ensconced her safely and he blindfolded her. She felt the powerful vehicle moving and wondered where he was taking her. She felt him touch her knee and she shivered. He smiled and slowly moved his hand higher.
He hoped that she would enjoy what he had planned for her. If she didn't, she may tell him NO when he asked her to marry him. H made the final turn and parked the car. She looked at him, blindfolded as she was, with an expectant look in her face. He chuckled.
She was the most beautiful creature he had ever lain eyes on, or hands for that matter. He smiled as he felt his staff rise to the occasion. He openly stroked his penis through the thin material of his pants. She couldn't see anyway, so why not?
She smiled her trust at him and he removed first himself, then herself from his Delorian. Carefully leading the blind woman, they made it safely into his second home. She didn't know anything about it, so he knew she would be surprised about everything, he just hoped it would be a good surprise.
He led her into the basement where it was slightly chilly. He smiled as he watched her nipples grow in response to the cold. He loved her breasts. She was naturally large and her breasts were sensitive enough to allow him to touch nothing but them and make her cum. She was very responsive that way.
He stopped, stood in front of her and asked her a simple question.
"Do you trust me?"
"I would trust you with my life."
That was the answer he had hoped for.
"I want you to know, that no matter what, I love you, Kylie. I want to try something different. Give me your hands." She complied. He raised first one, then the other into the leather lined shackles he had installed himself just for her. He had them on a pulley so that he could raise and lower them at his discretion.
She gasped. This was her fantasy come true. She was going to be restrained and fucked. She could feel her vagina tingle in response to the cuffs. Her breath quickened, and he smiled. Without a bra, her breasts were free to go wherever gravity took them, or his hands.
He ran his hands down her sides and then back up to her breasts, cupping them, he squeezed and rolled her now very hard nipples through her dress. They poked out straight and invited him to taste them through the fabric. So he did. She gasped and threw her head back. His hand slid up behind her head and untied her blindfold.
She blinked against the dim light, and looked at him with the unspoken question.
"This is part of my surprise for you, this is my second home. We are alone here. I hope you like it."
"This is YOURS? Why didn't you ever tell me?" Her surprise very evident on her face.
