Found Items

Chapter 1: Found Items

As you open the door (the electronic key appeared this morning on your phone with the hotel's address and room number), you smell clean sheets and the unmistakable fragrance of a high-end hotel. You only carry your phone and a red envelope in one hand and a smallish black leather duffel bag in the other. The envelope had been sitting in our bed, on the top of the bag, when you returned from dropping me off at the airport. On the front of the envelope is printed:

XXXX

Would you like to play a fun game?

Open this only if you can play by the rules.

Of course, you knew what kind of fun this was going to be; you didn't have to wonder. Peeling the envelope open, your heart still quickened. What could I be up to? There were maybe ten pages folded in half, On the first page, in my handwriting, you read the following:

The Rules

Read only one page at a time. Each page will have a footer indicating the soonest the next page is to be read. It is usually one day.

You can stop anytime, but that means the game will end. All unread pages should remain that way.

Give your full attention to the game. You shouldn't read the next page unless you have at least a half-hour to give it.

This is a sex game. As such, while the game is on, this should be your only sexual activity. No extracurricular self-help.

Every day you play the game, you should email me that you've played the game that day.

While you were desperately tempted to read ahead, you appreciated that this game reflects the depth of my desire and how much you inspire my imagination. Curious about where I will take this, you saw at the bottom of the page of rules, "Tomorrow".

Back at the Sapientia Hotel, a large suite welcomes you as you turn on the lights. There is a living area with a modern suede sofa and a breakfast nook with a table and chairs. To the left, there is a door to the tiled bathroom, and to the right, double-doors that open into a large bedroom. The largest bed you've seen in Portugal is flanked by a long leather stool at the foot, where you place the bag, your phone, and the envelope.

The next day, driven mostly by curiosity, you came home after working out and picked up the stack of pages after taking a shower and closing the bedroom door. Flipping the first page to the back, the next page read:

Find the shoes that make you feel the sexiest.

Undress completely.

Open the bag.

Take out plastic bag labeled #.

Put on what you find there.

Put on the shoes.

Look at yourself in the mirror.

Imagine you are seeing what I see

When you feel like you can imagine that (take your time), you can put your clothes on over the items in #1 for at least 30 mins.

You thought that you were on board until the last instruction. Still, you wanted to be a good sport, so you went to your closet and picked a pair of heels, pulled off your shirt and your sports bra. Lying on the bed, you pulled your jeans over your hips, shuffled them off your legs, and opened the bag. There were several opaque plastic bags with numbers. Finding #1, you found that it contained a package labeled "Agent Provocateur - Amber Hold Ups". Pulling them out the package, you noticed the quality of the silk, how smooth it was against your skin. They were dark against the white of your skin, the band of elastic at the top even darker as you sat on the edge of the bed, carefully pulling each one taut. Standing up to pull the stockings all the way up, you hand grazed your pubic hair and you thought briefly of breaking the rules, but remembered you weren't done.

Donning the heels, you walked to the new, full-length bedroom mirror. Your instinct was to be self-critical, but you reminded yourself that it's not you looking at you; it's me looking at you. Looking at the mirror straight-on, you notice how the stockings accentuate the shape of your legs, both strong and feminine at the same time. The heels draw attention to how long and lean your legs are, the sexiness of the muscles as your calves give way to the thighs.

You began to forget to be self-conscious as you started to imagine what I see. The contrast between the stockings and your upper thigh frames your ass as you turn sideways. Looking over your shoulder, you see how the slope of your ass almost—but not quite—touches the top of the stockings. You spend a minute or two trying to imagine what I'd think. You start getting wet at the thought of me looking at you hungrily, your pubic hair a strawberry-blond triangle held up and highlighted by dark silk stockings and smooth, pale skin. Realizing that, like me, spending time in this state of mind could only lead one direction, you took a deep breath and put your shirt back on. Stepping out of your shoes, you pulled your jeans over the stockings, reminded with every step of the silk as it gently held itself on your thighs.

Thirty minutes later, you sent an email, "Game day one complete." You were tempted to write more but were curious about what was to happen the next day.

Following the last page of directions, you enter the large hotel bathroom. You run water in the deep clawfoot tub. While it is running, you go into the bedroom to unpack the duffel.

The second day had similar instructions, only this time, the #2 bag held a package labeled, "

Agent Provocateur—Whitney Bodysuit—Thong

". A black silk loop that loosely drapes around the neck created a frame for your lovely red hair and traced a line between your breasts, connecting to the front of the strappy thong, The back of the thong traced the curve of your ass and stepping into my perspective again, you more quickly see the sexiness I see in you every day. On the third day, the "Agent Provocateur—Whitney Bodysuit—Bra" switched your attention to your breasts. The silken fabric smooth against your nipples, you imagined how I would see you in the complete set. The whole ensemble highlighting how sexy you are, the way your whole body—your hair, your neck, your arms, your breasts, your back, your ass, your legs—is perfectly arranged to pull me toward it. By looking one garment at a time as I see you, it turned you on to know that I can never see your body without wanting it. You start seeing yourself as I see you, perfectly sexy.

While the water is running in the other room, you array the items in the duffel on the table at the end of the bed. The stockings, the thong, the bra, your "fuck-me" heels...

You thought perhaps there might be shoes on day 4, so you were surprised when the package contained a scented oil. The directions read:

Undress

Take the contents of #4 out of the package.

Lay on the bed.

Imagine me alternately licking, sucking, and biting your nipples while you massage your breasts with the body oil. Think of the enthusiasm with which I pull you toward me ss I enjoy the feeling of tits against my mouth,

Do this until you are very wet.

It took a significant effort of will not to get yourself off on day four. With increasing frustration, you were hoping the last day would be more dress-up. As you tried to shift your attention to work, your mind kept wandering to images of me looking up at you from between your legs as I slowly drag my tongue across your pussy, of the feel of my hard cock in your mouth as you feel me moaning through your whole body, of the sound and sensation of me fucking you.. As you got into bed, you were tempted to take a vibrator out of your night table to release the building tension, but you remembered you hadn't yet emailed me your daily participating message, so you did that instead.

You had been starting to look forward to arriving home from the gym, growing more excited as you took a shower, the mystery of what the next instructions would be forcing its way into your consciousness. The feeling of sexiness was beginning to follow you around all the time. You stop a few times during the days as you transit the bedroom in front of the mirror and even in just jeans and a t-shirt, you see how sexy you are and you think about how your beauty is reflected as lust in my eyes.

Since the next day was the day before I returned from my trip, you flipped forward to the penultimate sheet of paper in the envelope.

Angle the mirror toward the bed

Take package #5 from the bag

The package contained a new bottle of quality lube, which you unwrapped and placed a small bit between your thumb and forefinger, Even the nerve-endings of your fingers felt like they are connected to your crotch as you tested the lube.

Undress

Get into bed so you can see your body in profile, laying on your front.

Using the lube and watching yourself in the mirror, slowly stroke yourself.

Do this for at least 10 minutes, but don't come

Although this made you again feel self-conscious, the game has had salutary effects so far, so you wanted to see it through. Your whole body has been tingling, and though you've had a hard time concentrating, you have been feeling increasingly and powerfully sexy. So, you climbed into bed and, following the directions, you could feel how wet you were before you even touched yourself. As you reached underneath yourself and began to gently apply the finger-warmed lube to the folds of your labia, you turned your head to watch yourself in the mirror. You love how hot you are...how your red hair falls against your shoulders to complement the color of your skin...how your tits feel as they press against the sheets...how your back gently curves into your ass...how your legs, bent at the knees, flex your muscles that alternately lift your ass and grind your pussy against your fingers. You see how truly sexy you are, all you feel is the pleasure of both your hands playing across the wetness between your legs. You think that maybe you finally see what I see. Although it's torturous, you exceed your minimum instructions because, although you are frustrated, you also feel incredibly alive and in the moment and the pleasure that you feel is magnified by the sight of yourself slowly fucking yourself, your hips and ass rising and lowering in time with jolts of pleasure.

Your body feels electrically charged and you feel every sensation as you get out of your clothes and lower yourself into the bath: the cotton of your t-shirt against your nipples as you take of shirt, your jeans pressing against your pussy as you unzip them, even the hot water could be a tongue tracing its way up your legs. You let yourself relax into the bath, though you can't resist rolling a nipple between your fingers and later briefly circling your clit with your fingers.

Following the last page of instructions, you finish your bath at the time indicated and, having dried yourself with the soft hotel towels and dried your hair, you put on the items that you've arranged on the table at the end of the bed: first, the stockings, then the thong, and the bra, and the shoes. Finally, having pulled package #6 from the duffel, you pull out a blindfold that has two ribbons on either side to fasten it. You briefly catch a glimpse of yourself in the bedroom mirror. You see how totally hot you are. You think, "yeah, I'd fuck me" as you slip between the sheets and tie the blindfold behind your head. That was the end of the instructions. You wonder what happens next.

You awaken a short time later to the sound of the door opening. You consider taking the mask off to make sure it is me, but the instructions had warned against this. It's hard, but you trust me. You try to listen for clue to ensure it's me, as the sounds get closer and closer. You can't be sure, but you think you hear buttons being unbuttoned and smell my cologne. You think you hear a zipper and the sound of fabric hitting the floor. Your heart is beating faster in both anticipation and a bit of apprehension.

The top sheet and blanket is pulled slowly and deliberately off of you. The breath you have been hearing nearby catches: "Fuck, you're beautiful," you recognize my voice saying. Before you can do or say anything, you feel the soft skin of my cock against your lips. "Suck," I say, and you open your mouth to feel me hardening against your tongue. As you turn your head to take me all the way into your mouth, you hear my breath catch even more abruptly. "Christ, you're so hot," you half hear me/half feel me say through your mouth.

I position myself over you as you run your tongue over the underside of my now-hard cock. I've climbed onto the bed and you feel that I'm keeling by your head. As you alternate licking and sucking me all the way into your mouth, you feel me lean over and run my fingertips from the loop of silk at your neck, between your breasts and over your stomach. You feel my fingers trace downward and you press your hips forward to meet my hand as it reaches your pubic hair. I gently press the fabric in a circle around your clit and down the length of your pussy. Your gasps let me know I've found the spot, as does the upward pressure of your hips against my hand.

Your entire focus is now on my hand as you try to force some more pleasure from it. I stop and say, "keep sucking my cock," and only return my hand once you've resumed. Soon, we are both moaning from the other's attentions. You bring your hand around and start stroking me, your fingers sliding over the saliva that on my dick.

As I am breathing faster, you feel my fingers stop their motion and you think I've got distracted by the blowjob. While I am loving the sight of your face, blindfolder and framed by the black fabric against your lovely white skin, as your mouth closes around my cock and your hand runs up and down its length. I haven't forgotten you, though, and you feel my fingers pushing aside the fabric of the thong to expose your pussy. After pushing that aside, you wonder at the brief pause. You quicky figure out that I was putting lube on my fingers as they slide directly over your clit. "MMMMmmmmhhh..." you moan, and I feel it through my whole body as you continue to suck on me.

As you start to breathe faster and faster and buck your hips against my fingers, I pull myself away and you wonder what is happening. You were getting close, what the hell am I doing? From the weight on the bed, you feel me move around the other side you and I say, "sit up, on your knees" Being directly behind you, my arm encircles you across your body, from your hip across your silken bra, and I lift you up so that you feel my cock pressing against the top of your ass. With my other hand, I release the blindfold.

You open your eyes to the dimly lit room and the mirror is directly in front of us. You're surprised at how quickly this tableau turns you on further. With my arm still around you, I kiss your neck as my other hand reaches front of you to start stroking your pussy. You see the lube glistening on my fingers as they play across the slippery wetness between your legs. I press my cock along the crack of your ass.

You are moaning louder and louder as your attention circles among the expressions on our faces, the sexiness of the whole scene, the sight of my fingers glistening as they are stroking your pussy, and the waves of pleasure that are building there. With my other hand, I reach into your bra and start rolling your nipple between my fingers with increasing pressure as your breathe speeds up. I pinch it hard and you start to come, bucking against my hand as you go over the fall" It's truly my favorite sound in the world, you moaning and bucking and you feel me throbbing against you as your orgasm subsides and you start to catch your breath.

You are about to say something but you feel my cock pressing against your pussy. "I need to fuck you now." I half-whisper, half-demand in your ear.

"Fuck me," you reply, breathlessly.

I'm rubbing the length of my cock against your now dripping wet pussy.

"You are so wet. You must need me to fuck you."

"I've been wet for three days. Please fuck me

now

."

And with that, I slide myself all the way inside you

.

This always feels better than I can remember, better than I can imagine. As I reach the full length of how deep I can get, we both let out gasps that are also moans. You have moved forward onto all fours, but you can still us in the mirror. Slowly, but with building intensity, I grab your hips and pull your spectacular ass into me. With each thrust, you feel my balls carrying on the momentum and gently slapping against your clit. You lift yourself onto your elbows and watch us in the mirror. You see in my face and in your own eyes what I see at that moment. Nothing could be hotter than you, and you see it. Looking into your own eyes in the mirror, you see me ecstatically fucking you from behind, You see what I see, Your beautiful blue eyes and the look of pure pleasure on your face. Your perfectly shaped tits, with the most suckable nipples. You see me looking down and marveling that I get to fuck this amazing ass. You look into my eyes, then yours, and you reach one hand between your legs. In that second, you feel it all, as you look at us fucking without a thought but our entire consciousness is reduced to this one sensation of my hard cock sliding in and out of you.

We have lost all control as we start to come, our bodies just trying to wrench every last wave, ever last contraction, every last thrust, every last inch of pleasure out of this moment.

-End, Chapter 1