A Brief Visit

The sound of a key being pushed in the door lock and the heavy clunk as it opens cause me to inhale deeply and try to clear my mind.

"Relax," I think to myself "She's here."

I can hear a bag, or a coat? being placed on the table near the entrance, and then the clack of stiff souled shoes or heels on the wooden floor before the sound disappears to almost nothing as she transitions on to the carpet.

I can sense her presence in the room with me, observing, deciding what she will do.

Eventually there is movement, and she moves closer, the scent of her perfume reaches me before her hand does

Fingers gently push my chin up and my mouth is covered by hers, lips waxy and warm, her tongue slides across mine, her breath carries a slight scent of raspberry.

I yearn to bring her closer to me, to pull her into an embrace and never let go, but the restraints hold fast to the back of the chair.

She pulls away from me after what felt like nanoseconds, but was in reality a few minutes, and I hear the sound of fabric rustling.

After a brief moment something warm and soft is placed under my nose, the scent musky and slightly salty.

"Can you tell I've been looking forward to this?" She asks, a hint of mischief in her voice, an unseen smirk flashes across my mind as I imagine the look she's giving me.

I nod, and before I can say anything I feel the fabric drop to my crotch, draping over my excitement.

"I can see you're looking forward to it too" and suddenly I can feel her hand squeeze the fabric around me, soft at first, then harder, and then softly again.

This already feels like too much, but not enough, not nearly enough.

For a few moments she continues to alternate the pressure, but before I have time to register it she stops, removing her hand and the undergarments with it, and the warm musky fabric is placed in my mouth.

As I process this new sensation, the taste of cotton and a familiar but hard to pin down flavour, she places her hands on my shoulders and straddles me, the warmth and weight of her bare thighs rests atop mine, and a prickly heat settles down along my shaft.

I try to move, eager to thrust, to slide, but everything is working against me, the angle of the chair, the cuffs, her weight on my lap, all have me at a disadvantage.

After what feels like aeons, she leans forward, her head comes next to mine and her arms wrap around me, and she slowly starts to grind back and forth.

As she starts to find the rythym that suits her most, I feel her lips begin to part against me, hot and wet, and the prickles of her pubic hair remind me there are myriad sensations that are pleasurable in their own way.

I want to grab breast and buttock, to kiss neck and nipple, to thrust wildly, selfishly, and yet the pace is not mine to set.

Rocking back and forth, her hips dip at the end of each stroke, grinding her clit along my length, soaking me in her wetness.

Hot and ragged in my ear, her breath tells me she is getting close, an urgency is overtaking her better judgement.

Quickly at the end of a stroke she lifts briefly, enough room for her hand to move between us and guide me in to her, and suddenly I am enveloped in molten bliss.

She leans further into me holding my bound form tight, and she begins to bounce off my thighs, pistoning my cock inside of her.

She pants in my ear and her movements pick up pace.

I am so close and I moan through the fabric of the panties that were stuffed in my mouth.

With each drop I am swallowed whole, and as she rises I can feel her muscles clamping down on me, unwilling to let me go, me unwilling to be let go, and the cycle repeats.

The familiar pressure builds up in me, a heat at the head of my cock willing to spill forth.

Her panting has become moans, and I relish the tightness in which she holds me, the feel of her breasts pushing against my chest as she rides me into oblivion.

And then it's too much, I cannot hold back anymore and a torrent of pleasure erupts out of me in waves.

She crashes her pelvis down onto mine as I pulse inside her, and her walls clamp onto me, squeezing me for every drop.

Long, blissfully still moments pass as our breathing returns to normal, gentle kisses exchanged as the tension drains away.

She raises herself off of me and my softness slides out of her, sticky with our combined fluids.

I hear her laugh softly to herself before she says "that was fun."

I nod, my only means of reply due to a mouth full of her knickers, and I turn my head towards where I think she is standing.

Briefly her hand graces my cheek and she kisses me on the tip of my nose.

" I hate to love you and leave you, but..." her voice trails off.

I picture her smirk in my minds eye as I hear her make her way to the door and collect her things.

The door opens.

Then closes.

And she is gone.