"What has the world done to you? You're gorgeous and you're only going to become more beautiful. Anyone who isn't attracted to you must be dead inside. That said, I have to take drugs to perform, and I hadn't. On top of that, you had a gag in your mouth, so you were in no position to consent. There was, and is, no lack of desire."
"So, for future reference, I consent. I want, ok? If I change my mind, I'll let you know."
"Ok, message received. We already talked about protection. Anything off limits? Positions you don't like?"
"No backdoor stuff without talking about it beforehand. Not that I'm against it, but I'd want to prepare. I do like being repositioned and, as you found out, a little choking is enjoyable, just not too much. I like the hand on my neck, but also like to breathe."
She came up to the couch. "My turn. Anything I should know about your predilections?"
"I think you already know a bunch and what you haven't seen directly, I have a bad feeling Chloe has shared. But if you are asking specifics, I find woman's necks and backs incredible sexy, so I like it from behind. I really enjoy giving head - getting head is nice but not as interesting as other men make it out to be. Slow and sensual is better than fast and gagging - I'm quite sensitive to the way things sound - and I hate the sound of gagging. Reminds me of my cats throwing up."
"Cats - you have cats?"
"Not right now, my old guy passed away recently and I'm still in mourning. I expect I'll be bringing someone home from the shelter sooner than later. Is that a problem?"
"Not at all, grew up with them. I like 'em big and furry."
"I like 'em big and live with the furry part. Anyway, we're off subject - again." She nodded. "Maybe most important, I'm not into rushing. A quickie can be nice, but I prefer when there is lots of time."
She sipped her coffee. "You are so different than the men I've known. This should be fun."
"It already is. Can I buy you lunch? Or do you have academic things to do?"
"Oh no, you are not getting away so easy again. I have nothing for the rest of the day and expect you to entertain me." She got up and straddled me. I was struck again with how good she smelled.
Instead of something loose, she was wearing stretchy workout clothes. I couldn't resist rubbing my hands up her back, sides, neck and finally into her hair. I had my elbows outside her arms, pinned them to her side. I slowly tightened my grip on her hair, holding her head in place as she closed her eyes and let the air out of her lungs. I held her and slowly pulled her closer until her chin was right in front of my face, kissing her shoulders and neck. I brought my hands down, each onto the opposite side of her neck. She looked down at me, questioning and expectant.
"Should we close the window shades?"
"I don't know - should we?"
That was not the response she expected. "What will your neighbors think?"
"You think I give a shit what the neighbors think?"
A slight smile crossed her lips. "Leave 'em open."
With that, I pulled her down and we kissed, more emphatically this time. Rolling, I rotated her down onto her back, placing my knees to either side of her legs, grabbing her wrists and lifting them above her head. I never broke gaze. Leaning in, I nuzzled the side of her neck with my nose and whispered "Don't move. Stay just like that." She nodded.
I lifted her shirt up and off, then put my thumbs under the sports bra and pushed that up as well. Thinking I was removing it, she lifted her wrists off the couch, but instead I wrapped it around her wrists a few times. "Very clever."
"Shhh, don't talk." I pulled her leggings down and used them to wrap her ankles. "Don't go anywhere."
I grabbed straps, cuffs and a shiny red bondage belt. Sliding my left arm under her waist, I pulled the belt under her, looped my fingers through a ring and lifted her up off the couch. Her head snapped toward me with a questioning look - I just smiled, holding her up for a minute. Lowering her, I replaced the temporary ankle and wrist restraints with cuffs. She smiled at the clinking sounds.
The red looked against her skin as I ran fingers up and down her arms, torso, legs, studiously avoiding any erogenous zones. Even when I paused to adjust or add something, I made sure to always be touching some part of her. Her skin made little sucking noises as it lifted off the leather couch, an enticing sound if there ever was one.
I reached under her with both arms from one side, grabbed the belt and, without warning, pulled. There was a loud gasp as she flipped onto her stomach. Placing my hands on her upper back and bottom, I held her down as she struggled against the sudden change. Separating the wrist cuffs, I moved her arms behind her back, reconnected them.
Holding her down with a knee, I grabbed a strap, looping it through both wrist and ankle cuffs and pulled. Having no choice, she arched her lovely back, head hung down, breathing hard.
"Oh, my, I don't, I don't know if I can do this."
"You can, I promise." I watched as she relaxed into the hog tie. She was stunning, hair falling on either side of her neck. I released tension and her hands and feet fell back to the couch. I lifted again and she gasped as I leaned down to kiss the back of her head, now wet from exertion. She was warm, fragrant, perfect.
I adjusted the hogtie to be tight enough to arch her but not so tight that it was too much. I removed my clothes and sat on the couch with my hips next to her head. Stroking her hair, pulling it to one side, fisting and lifting her head to look at me. "You wanted more? You know what to do."
She scooted forward, making that sound of skin against leather, and slowly lowered her mouth onto me. She remembered to go slow and easy. If I had been younger, everything would have been over right then - one of the few advantages of age. Up and down, lips and tongue sensually working me. It was amazing, quiet - she moaned ever so slightly as she moved up and down. Leaning over her back, I pulled up on the strap, stretching and releasing in time with her head movement. When I thought I might not be able to take any more, I lifted her off me by the hair and slid to the floor where my head was even with hers. She was smiling and flushed. I kissed her.
"My turn." Not understanding me, she opened her mouth again. "Not what I meant." I moved to her side and pulled up on her hips, so she was bent the other way, her wrists and ankles still together but now in a sitting position on the couch.
"How did you do that?" she asked, looking down and not sure how she got into this new position.
"Magic". I reached over, grabbed a collar, and closed it around her neck. Looping a rope through the collar's front ring, I attached it to the ankle cuffs and pulled both ends at once. Her legs went up and wide open, knees pressed against her chest.
"This is what I mean by my turn," as I started licking ever so lightly, slowly, up and down. Head thrown back, she rocked side to side. I do not know how long we were like that - I could no longer feel or care to feel my aching knees and legs. All I did was lick, suck, touch, finger.
I could tell by the contractions in her thighs that she came, but I didn't stop or count. She tasted even better than I could have imagined. Finally, face numb, I leaned back. She was staring at me, again, with an inscrutable look. I came up on my knees and kissed her, at first deep and hard and then slower, lighter until our lips barely touched. As I sat back, I reached to untie the rope from the ankle cuffs. "Don't do that - not yet. I need to know what I look like- pictures?"
Who am I to argue. I took pictures. She didn't pose, just sat there disheveled and glowing. They are prize possessions, for both of us. She showed them to her girlfriends, but I have never shared them, nor ever will - no one else deserves to see them.
I untied her ankles, wrists. But before I could stand up, she wrapped her arms and legs around my back and pulled me toward her. "Wait, let me get a condom."
"Fuck you, Chloe told me you're barren and I'm not waiting." She pushed herself onto me. I don't know if what happened could be called sex - she barely let me slide in or out, just locked onto me and ground her hips into mine. Never before nor since have I felt anything like it. My back and knees were in pain, but who cared. I came harder than I can remember.
The sun set. I moved up to the couch and she laid down, her head on my lap. It was warm, no need for a blanket today. I stroked her hair. We looked at each other and, I don't know who started, but we found ourselves laughing our heads off. She pushed me over and laid on top of me. We talked about what I don't remember, staying skin to skin.
She got up, showered, and said, "come on, you're buying me dinner." Who was I to refuse?
...
I was not used to this level of socialization. She stayed over- this time not letting me move to the guest room by hooking a leg around mine so that when I tried to get up, she woke up, looked at me disapprovingly, went back to sleep. When I woke up in the morning, coffee was brewed but she was gone. I texted her and went about my week.
