You thought you were coming over for dinner, that's what we had discussed at out last date. But when you arrive you find me in lingerie and I instruct you to grab a quick shower.
In the bathroom you find a cold drink, a clean towel and clean boxers. You down the drink unsure of what's to come; you might need the relief. You shower and exit the washroom unsure.
You quickly spot me in the bedroom. I tell you to come in, I laugh at how insecure you look. I tell you to lay on the bed, face up. You make a strange face as I start tying your wrists to the head board in the softest scarves. As I lean over you to blindfold you I whisper "don't worry, this wont get out of hand. But here are some rules. You cannot speak, you can moan out of pleasure and you can tell me if you really don't like something, that's all. No moving, again, you can move out of pleasure, but if any movement is an attempt to take control everything will stop."
I finish with the blindfold and arm restraints and notice you still look worried. You're pulling on the scarves to see how scared you should be "This isn't about anything but sensation..." I say as I start to kiss your neck, you relax. I make my way to your ear where I nibble and suck until I can tell you are starting to enjoy yourself.
I climb on the bed and straddle your chest, you can just barely feel my lace boycut panties, but you can definitely feel my heat. I lean very far forward, my belly rubs your nose, as I take one of your fingers to my mouth. I trace my wet lips with it and slowly insert it in my mouth, swirling my tongue around it. You moan, thinking of the things you know that tongue can do to you.
I giggle a little at your enjoyment and move down your body, purposely sliding down you. You enjoy the change from smooth stomach to lace covered breasts and forget the rules for a moment as you try to kiss my breast. I pull back sharply and jump off the bed. You whimper, and remembering the rules tell me you don't like it.
