It was no surprise to Mark that he desired Annie. He'd always been attracted to younger women. Even in childhood. He recalled when he and a neighbor girl had undressed in front of each other and played doctor a few times. He supposed it was just innocent exploration of their physical features. It was from her that he learned girls didn't have a penis like he did. They both had no pubic hair then, and he remembered being surprised and interested at the differences between them. Their play did not involve touching or contact; it was imaginative scenario-making fun. Maybe it was a way to act out what it could be like to be an adult, to go to the hospital or to have to strip down during a doctor's visit, or to get undressed before changing clothes. It was all innocent mutual observation and scrutiny. But even so, Mark still remembered the jolts of pleasure he felt in his gut as they created imaginary scenes together.
When they did act out like that, they were often in the woods behind the farm, or in the hayloft of the barn. He loved the quiet privacy and the secrecy of it. He found it exciting when it was just the two of them, away from any parental observation or direction and where they could do things they couldn't do when they were playing together in the house. Even now, as an adult, his thoughts often spun into sexual fantasy when he was alone, riding or walking on the trails around his farm.
Mark didn't think it was a perversion, and he never felt any guilt or regret about those times.The girl's family had moved from the area just before they went into high school. They had corresponded a few times after she moved. But their interests diverged and he lost touch. His sexual education happened with other girls. He figured the feelings he was having now must just be the natural result of a mix of genetics, upbringing, and those early experiences
These feelings were not new to Mark's adult life either. His ex-wife had been young and inexperienced when they met. She was happy to let him take the lead in all things, sex included. She was never particularly interested in bondage, but she responded when he took control of their positions and when he moved her body to maximise his own pleasure. And early in their marriage they had fucked outdoors like bunnies, in a meadow behind some trees near a trail, in an abandoned building they discovered while exploring a nearby property, and even in the winter at the top of a hill they'd reached by snowshoe.
That relationship didn't last long. She moved on to other interests and, when her career led her overseas, the marriage ended. Since then, Mark had rarely been able to indulge in a situation like he found himself in now. There had been occasional trysts over the years, but it was a long time since he'd had a young woman like Annie in the position he had her in now. The idea of training her was interesting. And he'd only just begun.
Mark went up the porch steps and entered the one room cabin. Annie was asleep. He stood inside the door just looking at her. She was breathing easily. Her dark hair was untidy but her brow was smooth and her dark lashes relaxed. She was pretty in her pixie-ish way. The cheek bones were well defined in her oval face. Her lips were full. Mark thought she was perfectly proportioned even though she was small. Some might even call her tiny, maybe 5 feet and 4 or 5 inches. She came up to his shoulder when they stood together. Mark liked that size difference.
He quietly removed his boots and padded across the room to the wash basin. He washed and dried his hands, then turned to regard her again. The blanket he'd covered her with had slid partially down her shoulder. The exposed bare skin was enticing. She lay on her side and a relaxed arm fell over her chest to cover her breasts. Her hip rose in a smooth curve and her toes peeked out under the blanket at the foot of the bed.
After a few moments of study, Mark retrieved the leggings she'd worn when he had bound to the porch rail. He carried them to her sleeping form. He gently pulled the top of the blanket down to her waist. He regarded her young body briefly and then slowly lifted her arm away from her chest and moved it over her head. She sighed and rolled to her back, exposing her small tits as he re-positioned her slender arm. The areoles around her nipples were not large and only a bit darker than the rest of her skin. Her nipples were prominent, but not as erect as he'd seen and tasted before. He knew they would respond quickly if he gave them more attention. She looked delicious like this, one arm on the pillow above her head, her bare breasts rising and falling gently as she breathed.
He took the tights and stretched out the bottom of one leg so he could gently tie it around her wrist. As he worked the knot secure she stirred slightly but stayed asleep. He looped the crotch of the leggings over the rail at the head of the bed. He lifted her other arm slowly from her side and moved it higher. As she sighed and settled into the new position with both hands above her head, he wrapped the fabric of the second leg around the first leg to twist a loose braid. Then he carefully tied the free end of the second leg around Annie's other wrist, working the knot so it too was secure but not uncomfortable.
He stood back to regard his handiwork. Annie lay asleep on her back with both arms over her head. Her wrists were bound together by the stretchy fabric of her leggings and tied to the top of the bed frame. She would have some limited movement; there was enough slack there so she would have some freedom. She could also be positioned as he wished. Her head was tilted slightly to one side with her lips slightly apart. Her smooth bare neck curved into her shoulders and arms. Both bare breasts were exposed and ready for attention.
Satisfied, Mark slowly slid the cover lower down her sleeping body. The faint curves of her ribs were visible just below her tits. Mark wanted to hold her there, his hands on her sides, keeping her still as he moved over her. Annie's smooth tummy with its hint of belly blended smoothly into the rising curves of her hip bones. He imagined pressing her down into the bed, his hips pushed tight to hers, his cock deep inside her. Her thighs flared evenly from her waist to her legs. Although she was relaxed, her thighs were together. Where he'd recently shaved away all of her pubic hair, he could just make out the top of the cleft between her outer lips. She'd been so smooth and wet and tasty, he couldn't wait to fuck her.
His cock was swelling under his jeans. He needed it out. He unzipped and pushed the waist down to his thighs. He stepped out of the legs and pushed his briefs down together with his socks.
Mark was no porn star. He was fit and well-proportioned. But nothing about him was exaggerated. He was no doped up gym jockey, trying to impress with bulging muscles. His cock matched his physique. He would never win a contest with it, not that he'd ever enter one. No, he wasn't huge, he was simply normal. Maybe that was boring. But Mark was experienced enough to know that size could never be a true predictor of pleasure. He thought the old Maria Muldaur song said it best ... "It ain't the meat, it's the motion." At least that was his philosophy. And he had never had any difficulty pleasuring or satisfying a woman. Or himself for that matter.
Mark pulled his t-shirt over his head and, nude, kneeled onto the bed to straddle Annie's hips, his legs on either side of her bare body. He looked down at her between his legs, still asleep, her hands tied to the bed frame above her head. His cock, partially swollen with the blood pumping to his loins, hung over her tummy. She was so young, so tender and ripe. She was ripe for his cock, ripe for fucking.
He leaned forward, letting his semi-hard penis fall between her tits. It responded to the heat rising from her soft skin, growing fuller as it slid slowly over her smooth flesh. He shifted his weight so it slid lightly between the perfect curves of her tits. He twisted to the side a little so the head bumped over a nipple. Annie sighed softly and her chest rose as she took a deeper breath, the nipple hardening involuntarily. He twisted slowly the other way, letting his filling cock slide down between her breasts and up over the other nipple. At the touch of his cock head, it stiffened like the first. He held himself there, rubbing the nipple slowly up and down with his head, letting its weight bump into the hardening nub of her flesh as his cock filled. Her eyelashes fluttered as her chest rose and fell.
Mark shifted higher, his knees sliding up beside her ribs, the bed creaking as he moved. Annie stirred and her eyes opened slightly. He leaned forward, holding himself over her with one hand. He slipped the other through her hair and under the back of her head. Annie's eyes flicked open at his touch. She started, gasped a surprised breath, and came fully awake just as Mark lowered the head of his hard cock to her soft lips.
