Now, dear Reader, I need to pause for a minute and offer the perspective of hindsight before the adventure continues. I am writing this from the safety and comfort of my home, surrounded by my husband and children. My exploration with the Saddle Tramp is long behind me at this stage in my life. I mention this to ease any worries or fears you might have for me, given the intensity of our story so far.
My life now seems another planet and my being now seems a completely different person than the one who emerged in that room. Truth be told, she emerges periodically during clandestine phone conversations with Steve even now. It is a strange thing to live with such a secret, stranger still to revel in its deliciousness and cherish it, and positively shocking to harbor a tiny pinprick of fear that it will one day be truly over and done.
Someone wrote once that a woman's heart is a deep river of secrets. I didn't understand that in my 20's when I first read it. I am beginning to embrace its meaning now and I know that when I am an old woman, I will still hold to the vivid memory of this other Alexis, the one who only reveals herself completely to him. However, I am digressing.
As I said, dear Reader, I want to share these things so that you can experience the rest of my story without fear for me. Please understand that no matter how painful or seemingly difficult or shameful the journey has been and will be as it progresses, I wouldn't change a thing, not one. Perhaps there is one possible exception, that being my mistake that first day which I have already told you about. But even that blunder led to incredible revelations which I would not part with for anything.
Additionally, I want to make absolutely certain that you do not judge the Saddle Tramp harshly. He does the world a great service; and no, I am not in the least facetious here. He is akin to Johnny Appleseed, planting seeds to be harvested and enjoyed for years and years to come. Laugh if you will, but I will continue to savor the "apples" that ripen in me forever. And so, to that end, I'd like to share some thoughts with you about him now that I have the distance and perspective to understand them and relate them to you.
First, he is a retired military man with all the honor and dignity and strength that that implies. He has a gift of peering into a woman's soul and understanding precisely what she needs and wants. Not a man to tie down for too long, but one to be cherished for what he offers and for what he inspires you to want to offer him in return.
I've thought for a long time about why he might have selected me. I am a tall woman and I carry myself with strength and confidence. I am not someone who male criminals typically target for crime as I'm told they tend to prefer potential victims who appear weak and unsure. I have some very nice features to be sure, but I am not beautiful, at least not in the classic sense or the media-driven definition of beauty, and have never considered myself to be. Childbirth left me softer around the middle and rounder in the ass and thighs than I was in my youth.
So why select me for an erotic journey of discovery? I came to the conclusion that it was those very facts that drew him to me. The truth was that he saw beauty in me and sensed that I did not see it myself. That he saw my strength as a protective cloak I wore around my inhibitions and fears rather than an imposing trait. And I believe he saw in my eyes a glimmer of need for something lacking in my life. A life that was, on paper, quite perfect.
But he saw me - ME! Moreover, he responded to what he saw and went into action to meticulously and patiently draw me out of myself. It is a remarkable thing, both thrilling and frightening, to be singled out in such a way. But there it is.
This last thought may be pure vanity on my part, but I think I brought out something in him as well. He will take some small part of me with him on his wanderings; I am sure of it. But now I'm getting ahead of myself. And so allow me to escort you back to the upstairs room once again so that you can witness our exploration for yourself. Scoff if you will. Judge if you must. But this is my story. Thank you for listening. And now, back to the room and our story.
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He was standing beside the large chair. "Come here, Alexis"
Still in my negligee, I walked barefoot across the wood floor toward him. I could feel his eyes on me, as though he saw right through the fabric. For that matter, he saw right through me. He gestured toward the chair and I sat down softly. The old leather was softened by years of use and it was a sensual experience just to run my hand over it as I took my seat and looked up at him expectantly.
He set to work immediately. Each leg of the chair now had a short chain hooked to it with a soft cuff at the end. Within seconds, my wrists and ankles were bound. As he stood up from cuffing my ankles, he slid his hand up my leg, over the silky fabric, brushing over my pussy lightly then to each nipple before tilting my chin up to look into my eyes. He smiled and then took his hand from my skin, leaving it feeling many degrees cooler without his touch.
He moved to the bed and removed his clothing before sitting down, facing me. He took his already hard cock in his hand and began gently stroking it. "Do you want my cock, Alexis?"
I nodded. "Yes, Steve."
He chuckled, "Yes, I know you do. And I do believe that my cock wants some tight pussy too."
I sighed, my juices flowing in anticipation of his touch, of his cock inside me. That's when I heard the door open behind me and saw Steve look up with a wicked smile. The door closed again and the lock clicked. Soft footsteps approached and the Asian woman from days ago walked past my chair and to the other side of the bed. Steve winked at me, licked his lips and took her hand to pull her to the bed.
He wasted no time with foreplay but began kissing her hungrily. She moaned and sighed in the kiss, wrapping her arms around his body, her sharp red fingernails making long red trails up and down his back. He reached down to tweak her tiny little nipples, making them so hard and tight. He growled into their kiss as he lifted his hips and with one plunging motion, he impaled her with his shaft. She cried out and wrapped her legs around him. He fucked her with an almost violent fury. Their bodies were sweating and grinding together.
It was maddening! My body had already been aroused and ready for him and now I was forced to watch them fucking with wild abandon right before me. I could see her juices coating his cock, I could smell the sex in the air, and I could hear her cries of ecstasy and his groans and growls of pleasure. It was too much. I pulled frantically against the binds to no avail. I couldn't help the pitiful moans that came from my lips, urgent and poignant with deep physical longing.
