I've already written about my lovely Sarah, the one and only woman for me. It had taken a while for us to become physical lovers, but once we crossed that barrier, we never looked back. Just forward and at each other.
Our sex life was roughly two years old when we got the chance to spend a few weeks at her parents' holiday house at the seaside. Alone.
As soon as Sarah told me about this possibility, I practically got an immediate erection. My mind was racing; the games we could play, the things we could do to each other - unbridled, unobserved, unstoppable. My imagination ran a high fever until I could not hold a thought anymore. I needed a cold shower.
"Hello!" Sarah practically yelled at me
"Huh?"
"I can practically see what you're thinking"
I smiled, somewhat devilishly, I believe: "Is that a bad thing?"
Sarah chuckled. "Ah, men!" She said melodramatically.
Made me laugh.
"So we're going for it?" Sarah asked
"You betcha" I shot back at her.
"Good. I'll let them know. I can see your imagination working already. I guess it won't be so hard to get you off when I see you in the evening. You're on the verge now, right?"
"It would not be so hard to get me off now either."
Sarah looked around.
"We're at a café. Not your day, my friend."
The main reason I loved Sarah so much was her sense of humor. The way she could put a sarcastic spin on any word never failed to get a laugh from me. In addition, she knew how to be freaky. Sexually freaky. Even if we were in a café, there was maybe a thirty percent chance she'd jerk me off under the table, or take me to the restroom and suck me off. That was something that has actually happened. And as she was in an extra playful mood, she wiped the cum of her face eith her hands and used it to fix her hair. Even I asked her what she was doing at the moment. "No one'll notice. Or maybe someone will" she said and gave me a wink.
There are other examples where she'd do something really freaky in that way that not even my horniest imaginings were prepared for. Once she even admitted to me that she'd be into golden showers. This we never put into practice, as she only said it once and I have a slight obsession with hygiene.
Despite all of this, the day we talked about our holiday plans, nothing freaky ended up happening.
When we say each other in the evening though, she rode me until I had no juices left in my entire body.
I had a few weeks to come up with some sexy ideas for our stay at the holiday house and let my imagination run wild with possibilities. So I made some plans.
When we arrived at the house, the first few days were just fun. The house was not spectacular, but it was decent and cosy. It had three floors, but they were not excessively large. The ground floor was a living room with a kitchen. The first floor was a bedroom with two double beds and the bathroom. The second floor consisted of a master bedroom and two smaller rooms with beds and closets. There was a balcony on the second floor, which looked down on the neighbors left and right. It was the highest balcony in the neighborhood. Perfect.
On the fourth day I told Sarah, that I'd like us to play a game.
"Charades?" she asked, knowing full well where I was going with this.
I just looked at her with a smile.
"We've fucked every day so far. Isn't that enough?"
"I have a lot more left in me" I retorted.
She chuckled and gave me a kiss. "So what is on your dirty mind?"
I had to take a second to gather a bit of courage. There was a chance she would not go for it.
"I would like to try having a slave day."
"Bondage??"
Saying it out loud, I realized it sounds a lot like bondage, which I was not into back then.
"No!" I said. "Lemme explain. For one day, you have to do everything I ask you to do. I will give you options most of the time, like either this or that, and I was not planning for any bondage. But, if I would like some bondage, you would have to do as I say."
"What's in it for me?"
"Well, you know me - you'll get a lot of pleasure. And if you go along, I'm sure you'll feel very sexy. And I'll make you an offer; if you give me two slave days, I will give you one in return."
"You are a generous man" she said, and I could not read if she was serious or teasing. I assumed it was sarcastic.
"I have a lot of ideas for you." I grinned, pulled her closer to me, gave her a long and wet kiss. I could feel her getting into it, so I whispered in her ear "You are the sexiest girl in the world and I will make you feel that way. And I'll fuck you like that too. And you will do things to me too. Wild things."
"Really..." she whispered. She was in. "Let's start with one day and see where that will take us."
We kissed some more and then she took my hand and wanted to take me upstairs to bed.
"Let's keep it for tomorrow" I said.
"Really?" She could barely believe me.
"I need you wet and horny for all the things you're gonne do tomorrow. May I take you out to dinner?"
We had fish, wine, and topped it off with ice cream while taking a stroll around town. We made out some more in the evening and then I insisted we sleep. Took a while, but we did get a good rest that night.
I woke up first, trembling with anticipation. I stroked her wavy, brown hair and caressed her pretty face. The sun from the last couple of days made freckles appear on her nose and cheeks. Ahe looked beautiful. After a few minutes she smiled and opened her eyes.
I rolled toward her and started kissing her neck and ears.
"Good morning" she said with a sigh of pleasure. I started massaging her breasts and pressed my already rock-hard penis between her legs.
"Good morning" I said. I got up on my knees. My bulge was hovering above her stomach. This move usually signalled I wanted her to stroke my cock. So she did.
And she would always do it with a sincere smile. As she had told me, she appreciated how close we were to each other sexually. She really enjoyed giving me pleasure because it made her feel sexy and she knew how hot I a thought she was and how much I enjoyed touching, kissing, licking, fingering and doing whatever else was possible to her.
After rubbing it through my boxers a few times, she opened the button on my boxers and pulled out my cock. She bit her lip - a move she picked up from a movie after I told her I thought it sexy - and started stroking it.
"So how do you want it, MASTER" she asked softly.
"Would you put it in your mouth and suck it, till you've sucked out all the cum I have for you? And then show it to me?" This was all nothing new for us. But I still loved the idea of it all.
She nodded her head in a way that made it visible how the dirty talk made her horny.
"And then would you spit it on your breasts and rub it in your nipples while sucking my dick with your mouth again?"
"Yesss..." she whispered and proped herself up on her elbows to get her face closer to my dick.
"Not necessary now" I said and jumped off the bed.
Sarah gave me a look that was equal parts astonishment, horniness and disappointment.
"You also have to stop things when I tell you to stop, my perfect sexy little slave" I smiled.
"I am curious to see where the day takes us..."
"Show me your pussy"
Sarah moaned, with a mixture of longing and incredulity and pulled up her cotton night dress. I looked at her swollen pussy and could see how wet she was.
"I'd like you to shave it completely and meet me in the kitchen." This was hardly fair, because she had only a very thin strip of hair leading to her pussy - a style I persuaded her to have, because it simply made me horny. But I wanted her to feel completely naked today.
A few minutes later I was in the kitchen, slicing brad for breakfast when she came down the stairs. She wore a tank top, with no bra underneath, and tiny jeans shorts.
I looked at her and could not believe how hot she looked. It's always the simplest clothes and show off the body best.
"Show me" I said.
Sarah was about to ask what, but she figured it out. Without breaking our stare, she unbuttoned her jeans, let them slip to the floor, and then she pulled down her panties.
She was smooth, there was not a hair in sight. I came up close to her and gently ran my fingers across the area where the thin strip of hair used to be.
"Perfect. You are perfect." I was looking deep into her eyes and gave her another wet kiss. She grabbed the side of my head, pulled me in and pushed out her hips towards me. We kissed passionatley for a minute.
I took a step back, put a cushion on one of the chairs at the table and signalled her to pull up her panties and sit on the cushion. The jeans stayed on the floor.
"How am I doing so far?" she asked.
"Did you touch yourself when you were shaving?"
"Maybe a little. But I did not orgasm."
"Have you peed already?"
She shot me another look which showed she was not quite sure what to make of the question.
"Yes"
"Too bad," I sighed.
She looked at me quizzically and moved around in her chair. I imagined she was getting excited by the idea of me watching her pee, like she had mentioned some months ago.
We did not talk much at breakfast, it was more looks, smiles and I guess images of sex in both our minds.
After we had finished, I made her a large glass of water: "You need to drink a lot, if you know what I mean."
She took a few huge sips, but did not say anything.
We discussed what we will make for lunch until the water was gone. And then I gave her another glass of water.
We agreed we needed to go to the store to get groceries, so I wanted to test her.
"If I asked you to go to the store like this, would you do it?"
"With no pants on?"
"Yup"
