Im A Little Tied Up At The Moment

We had been chatting for a couple of months by now. I loved the experience of chatting openly with another woman about matters that were important to me that I didn't feel I could broach with my wife. Getting the female view on my thoughts was really helpful and enlightening, especially when chatting with a lady as highly intelligent, authoritative and beautiful as Sara was.

For some years now my wife had lost interest in any form of intimacy where we both participated. If I wanted to have 'sex' it would be a one-sided affair and deeply unfulfilling for me. I often felt that she just put up with it. I love my wife. I just wish she'd love me back at the same level from time to time. Maybe even make the first move.

Sara was a highly talented lady. She held a highly respected position in her industry. Her views and opinions counted. She was a true thought leader. She was also very skilled with erotic film and photography and she had a portfolio of work that was truly awesome. She had sent me a number of videos which were very slick and tidy in their presentation and I was impressed by what I saw. The first thing that struck me was the use of colour. She also used a range of settings and themes and always seemed to elicit the same response from me. She had many talents,

During a chat, it was suggested that we could share ideas and filming techniques. An option I gladly took up. Despite enjoying the erotic nature of our exchanges, which were most pleasurable, I am always seeking knowledge, ideas and stimulating thoughts. It's what adds to the completeness of my role as a coach and mentor. Sara suggested a day when she would be working from home, which coincided with a free day I had. A plan was hatched. We agreed on a date and a time.

When the day arrived, I was half expecting to get a message saying that something had cropped up. To my delight, she sent a confirmatory message. I was looking forward to learning something new. A legacy of my geeky technical days. However I was also looking forward to seeing her and being able to chat face to face.

I drove over to her home. She was in a cottage style house that had an extension on the side. I knocked on the door, which after a minute or two, she answered.

OMG. I must have acted like a 12,year old schoolkid. She was a vision of beauty. I found myself staring and felt my mouth was open. In my head I heard the words "Pull yourself together, you eejit!!!" Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders. She was wearing a white shirt which was enticingly unbuttoned to show a most captivating decolletage. "Don't stare. Don't stare!!! Be a gentleman, you sad case!!" Her jeans were sprayed on her. Her femininity was totally emphasised by her gorgeous, beautiful womanly curves. Her hips were divine. Her legs were exquisitely sculpted. Beauty personified.

"Come in." she enthused "the place is a mess, just ignore it." There it was. That voice. If anything could break down any resistance I thought I had, it was her voice. This woman is perfect in every sense. Weaponised Desire.

As I crossed the threshold, we exchanged brief kisses on each other's cheek.

"Go on through." she directed "just to the right." Already I can feel movement in my trousers.

I did as she said and found myself in her studio. It was a creative's dream. There were backdrops on rolls., some of which were halfway down the wall. There was a sky background and a number of solid colours, with white being the one extended the most. There were camera stands of different sizes and a few cameras already attached. To the side, there was a video output which I presumed could be tuned to whichever camera was active.

There were a number of props arranged around the floor. A beige cubed cushion with buttons keeping its strength as well as a black leather cushions of varying sizes. Then as a complete contrast, there was one chair in the style of the Danish designer Arne Jacobsen - the chair most associated with Christine Keeler.

"You approve?" She asked. That voice. I turned towards her and saw that smile. A smile that could turn a man into a quivering wreck. Her eyes looked at me, analysing me ... mysteriously.

"I most certainly do." I replied "I love the range and combination of colours you use. Vibrant, subtle, harmonious, perfect. All at the same time."

"Ooh get you Mr Film Critic." she laughs "Where did that come from?"

"Wish I knew." I grinned. She was right. Where the hell did those comments come from? Hope she doesn't think I'm a fake!

"We've got a slight change of plan to contend with.'' she announces. "Can you use a kitchen?" She asks, with that impish expression and smile across her face.

"Time for a cup of tea?" I ask

"I'll have one too." with that, she comes over and kisses me gently on the lips. As she pulls away she takes her leave. "I'm gonna to get changed."

"No probs. I'll make the tea". No probs! Jesus H ... is that the best I could come up with. Truth is I was struggling to move. My cock was bulging and folded in an uncomfortable shape. Not really commensurate with the naughty thoughts I was having.

When she left, a quick adjustment and I was away to put the kettle on. " C'mon boy!! Behave like a gentleman." I tell myself, feeling a little ashamed but also very happy.

The kettle finishes boiling and I return to the kitchen looking for some cups and tea bags. Yorkshire Tea no less. I'm impressed. I finish off making the tea and wander back into the studio. I hear her coming down the stairs.

"Tea's ready." I informed her.

"Be right with you." she replies.

I can hear her walking towards the studio on the wood floor. Sounds like she's got her shoes on, judging by the sound. She then stands in the doorway and I am all on not to drop the two cups of tea.

She is a beautiful lady, but the way she was dressed just emphasised how stunningly sexy she was.

Her hair was down either side of her face, framing her features wonderfully. Her enigmatic eyes, her beautifully proportioned nose, her lips. Those kissable lips were made even more kissable by the ruby red lipstick she was wearing and the inviting smile she was offering.

The outfit was captivating. She was wearing a black figure hugging basque top made out of black lace-like material which clung to her amazing breasts. The material showed how perfect she was. Her nipples were raised adding to her profile even more so through the elegant lace struggling to contain her bundles of delight. The basque was tied at the front by a criss cross arrangement of black string.

I was enthralled as I could not help but let my eyes work down her front. Her beautifully sculpted hips delicately encased by the edge of the basque which had stocking fasteners taut as they were attached to sheer black stockings. Her legs were the legs of a goddess. Curving with the lines the great masters would have approved of.

I can see she is wearing black patent court shoes with a high heel, making her calves even more shapely. My eyes wander back up her fantastically sculpted boy and I notice she is wearing no knickers. She is also shaved which is blowing my mind. Her pussy is on display for me as she stands with her hands on her hips and her legs slightly parted.

"Do you like what you see?" She asks. Is she serious, do I like what I see. I love it!! "Well you could have polished your shoes." I joke.

With that she wanders across to me, takes the two cups of tea and puts them down. She turns back to me and puts her arms around my neck and delivers the most sumptuous kiss. My hands settle on her exquisite hips and pull her towards me. We just kiss and kiss, enjoying every single moment. Eventually we separate but hold each other. I so enjoy being in her presence.

"I thought we might use the spare time in other ways. Hope you don't mind." she whispers in my ear in very sultry tones.

"What do you have in mind?" I ask, trying to sound innocent.

"Do you trust me?"

"Of course I do." I'd do anything for her.

"I want you to take your clothes off ... for me .... on camera .... no faces."

I hesitated slightly. Might be awkward being seen on screen. However Sara had always protected her face on camera.

"Trust me."

"Ok, I trust you." and I did.

"I'll tell you what to take off." she instructs

Wow ... I love a woman who knows what she likes. My hands are currently cupping her perfectly formed bum cheeks. So soft, so warm, so utterly gorgeous to hold. I sense her releasing me and stepping back. I do likewise.

"Take your shoes and socks off." She stands a few paces opposite me with her hands on her hips, her legs slightly parted, a smile on her face and a very mischievous glint in her eye. I do as I am told. I am soon divested of my trainers, standing there on the floorboards.

"Take off your shirt." I start unbuttoning my shirt as she commanded. I let it fall to the floor. "And your t-shirt." Now I start to feel a little bit self-conscious. I'm not fat but I have a few extra pounds that I could do with losing. I take off my t-shirt and let that land on the floor with all the other items.

She then approaches me.

"Don't touch." she tells me and that smile has become a little wider but also telling me that she is in control. She kisses me full on the lips, slowly moving against mine. Our mouths open and our tongues meet. It feels electric. Her right hand moves to my left shoulder. Her fingers begin to slowly move down my pecs (such as they are) and she begins encircling my nipple with her index finger. Initially it tickles, but soon rises and feels incredibly erotic. Talking of things rising. It starts to feel a bit congested in my jeans. My cock is becoming erect and needs adjusting. As if telepathy intervenes, her left hand goes there and gives me a welcoming squeeze. All the time I am standing there as instructed, arms by my side, desperately wanting to touch and hold her. She steps back and sees the bulge forming in my jeans.

"Better let someone out to play!" grinning mischievously as she says it.

She steps back a few paces.

"Take off your jeans."

To the relief of my expanding cock, I unbuckle my belt and the first three buttons on my jeans. My cock peaks over the waistband, free from one form of captivity, but still captured by my briefs. My briefs are those StepOne briefs designed to keep everything in its rightful place. The material is silky and very tactile.

"Don't move." she instructs this time.

With that she walks round to my rear. I then feel her fingertips on my shoulder blades from both her hands. She then makes a downward movement. I can feel her nails dragging the nerves of my skin to the fore. I feel shivers. This makes me clench. Making my erection even stronger. I just stand there and close my eyes, feeling my senses being heightened.

Her hands rest on my hips. I can feel her getting closer to me. The material on her basque is now joined with me. I feel her hands moving around to my front. Teasing, enticing, sending me mad with each advance across my midriff. Her nails elicit shivers of expectation from me. I want to hold her. I must do as I am told.

"Mmmm - what's in here I wonder?" she teases.

Her right hand moves across the silken material at the front of my shorts, along my shaft and squeezes gently whilst exerting an up and down movement. OMG!!! Her left hand is now cupping my balls. Squeezing gently, raising my desire for her with every teasing, erotically fuelled motion.

Her hand slips under my waistband and her fingers encircle my helmet. OMG I'm going to cum. I try slowing down my breathing. I try and recall the Leeds United team from 1974. I try and recall the names of Rugby League teams. I manage to hold back but it's not going to be long. She senses my panic and lets her thumbs slide under my waistband on either side and eases my briefs over my rock hard cock and then down my legs, past my knees.

She plants a kiss on each of my cheeks and drops the briefs onto my feet. I step out and kick them away. I am totally naked with a raging boner on. I must stay still. Her finger nails are drawn over my bum, down the backs of my thighs. This is too much.

"You said you trust me."

"I do."

"I"m going to tie you to the chair, turn the cameras on and fuck you."

"You've already made me ery hard."

"Make sure you stay that way. I'm going to cum on you first". With that she reaches around to my front and with deft speed, squeezes and pumps my rigid, expectant member in one fail swoop. OMG!!

I hear a scraping noise behind me. Must be a chair. I hope it's a chair. She then walks in front of me and turns.

"Sit down."

I look behind me and there is the Danish designed chair with that heart shaped back to it, awaiting my hairy harris to make its acquaintance.

As I sit down I notice she has some ribbons in her hands.

"Put your hands to the side. If you feel you need releasing, tell me. I'll leave a bow that can be easily released."

"Yes, Mistress." I joked.

"We are going to have some fun." With that she tied both my hands to the side of the chair. My erection is not weakening. She notices this and gives me a stroke just to tease me further about what's to come.

She steps back and stands in front of me, doing the meanest thing. She starts undoing the string at the front that holds the two sides of the basque together. Starting at the bottom, just above her gloriously smooth shaved pussy, she pulls on the string. It obediently opens. Row by row, she sends me wild inside my head at the opening of the basque, exposing her smooth tummy, the outline of her absolutely fantastically shaped breasts, until she undoes all the loops and the basque opens to tempt me and send me wild with lust. Her breasts are an amazing profile. So womanly. So full. So beautiful. I want to hold them but I can't.

"I want to kiss and suck those breasts." I think to myself, but I must have said it out loud. "Well then you shall." she says so seductively. She cups each breast in her hands and delicately squeezes each nipple. This clearly pleases her. Her eyes are closed, her mouth is open in a smile of pleasure and her low moans add to my torture. She does this for 30 seconds or so and leans forward slightly and moves her right breast to my expectant mouth.

I gently suck. Her nipple is getting harder. I let my tongue encircle it with gentle sweeps, careful not to be too hard. I open my mouth and seek out her other breast. She duly obliged by offering her left breast. I repeat the heavenly manoeuvre. This also pleases her and also me. She steps back slightly, gathering herself. We must have played with her breasts for a few glorious minutes. Her nipples hardening with each such f my mouth and encirclement if my tongue. Her face is a show of total pleasure.

"Give me them both!" I demand.

She looks at me a little strangely, but then gets my message and cups both breasts together and moves towards my mouth. I let my tongue graze across them both, stroking each nipple as they remain hard. I quicken my pace. Her enjoyment grows as my face goes from left to right to left to right. I'm enjoying skimming my tongue across such beautiful nipples but also her skin is so soft like alabaster. Her scent is positively intoxicating. She stands up straight and regains her breath by taking deep breaths and looks at me smiling in that mischievous way that she does.

"I think it's time you were inside me."

My erection is showing no signs of slackening. Everything she is doing to me is just adding to my pleasure. She stands close in front of me with her legs seductively parted. I can see her smooth, shaved, glorious pussy lips and do I detect a clitoris?

Her right hand moves down to her pussy and her middle finger begins sliding between her lips. Her left hand reaches out to my chest.

She moves her finger up and down for what feels like a minute. I am transfixed by her. She then starts to flick her clitoris and her moans become deeper. Her left hand squeezes my chest. Her moans of pleasure are music to my ears. I want to be inside her. This goes on for two or three heavenly minutes. Her breathing raises in its intensity, her moans last longer, sound deeper. Not sure I will last here. I'm going to cum without any touching.

Sensing my thoughts, she stops and gets even closer. She places her right middle finger on my lips. I open my mouth. I want to taste her. She duly obliges and inserts her finger in my open mouth to be welcomed by my eager tongue. I roll my tongue around her finger. Her scent is intoxicating, her taste is unreal, dizzying. She is taking me over. "She hath there in thrall."

Without a word, she then straddles me. Taking my rock hard cock and positioning it in the best place for her. She is wet. I feel myself being smothered slowly by her warm, wet smooth pussy. I am in heaven. She slides down on me. After three or four slides, she has taken all of me inside her.

I feel her sitting on my thighs.

I feel her soft warm breasts against my chest.

I feel her arms around my neck.

I feel her lips against mine as we seek to please each other.

I feel her grinding against me as she moves backwards and forwards on my cock.

This is the most unbelievable experience. A lady as beautiful as her, wanting to share such intimacy with me, wanting to pleasure herself totally using me as the instrument of that pleasure.

Over her shoulder I see the monitor. There is a camera focussed on my cock sliding in and out of her pussy. Where the hell is that? It is unreal seeing this real-time act on a screen. Nevertheless, it spurs me on.

I feel her breathing intensifying.

I feel her lift off my cock and reposition herself.

I feel her pussy sliding on the underside of my cock.

Up. Down. Up. Down.

I feel her clitoris moving against the base of my cock.

I see her eyes close with pleasure - we have stopped kissing.

I just let her move on me as she wants. I am in danger of cumming myself as this feels so good.

Her movements speed up slightly.

Her arms are no longer round my neck, but on my shoulders and arms.

She is close to cumming.

I am going to any moment. I can't hold back much longer.

Her body tautens. She goes quiet and still and then moves more vigorously and deeply against me moaning and moaning more and more loudly. Till finally I hear her shriek with delight, relief and satisfaction. I can feel her pussy clenching on me. Twitching in post orgasmic splendour.

"OMG you made me cum"

Right on cue my bum cheeks tense. I am desperate to hold back.

She feels it too through my thighs.

She moves upwards and takes me inside her. There is no stopping me now.

This time, I go with it. I feel the surge, once, twice. I just feel myself exploding inside her. I feel I will never stop exploding inside her. As a polyorchid, I am a big cummer and she is loving each explosive thrust. Her arms are around my neck and she kisses me on my forehead.

"Cum inside me.. just keep cumming."

Eventually I finished, stretching my legs so as not to get cramps.

We just sat there, for many minutes, her arms entwined us both in post coital bliss. I am so glad she's in my life. She is beautiful, sexy, and adventurous. She makes me feel 18 again.

"Can you untie me please."

"Certainly. Did you enjoy that?" She asks, grinning coquettishly at me.

"What do you think?" I reply. "Never had an erection like it. All your own work." She reaches down and unties me.

"Might be time to return the favour. Would you like to be tied up?"

Her face says one thing "Mmmmmmm. Yes please."