As told by Michelle...
When I'm done in the bathroom I walk out swathed in a big cushy terry cloth robe and towel around my head, smiling brightly, "your turn." You give me a look that says you are a little hurt and a lot confused. I feel guilty for a moment but satisfy myself with how good I'm going to make you feel later. You take your clothes and head into the bathroom. I dress quickly in a rose print sundress and slip on sandals, blow my hair out and add a little make-up. I'm ready when you get out of the shower.
"Ready for some dinner?" I ask, walking over and wrapping my arms around your waist to give you a kiss. You return the kiss but not quite with the enthusiasm you've shown and I briefly wonder if I've gone too far trying to set up a little anticipation.
"Sure," you reply.
I grab my purse and we head over to the formal dining room. We're seated quickly and look over the menu silently for a few minutes. I order the trout baked in white wine and you order a chicken dish. When the waiter is gone, I look across the table at you and smile.
"I enjoyed our trip today, down the river. It was very... inspiring."
"I thought you did," you reply. "But I was starting to wonder what you were thinking."
"I was planning. Thinking about how I could thank you for such an experience."
"Oh really?" You start to smile again. I smile back.
"Really."
"And did you come up with anything?"
"I might have." I look away out a window and admire the landscaping, leaving you to wonder what I've come up with. Our salads arrive and we make small talk as we eat. Our entrees are served just as we finish.
As we dig in, I barely pay attention to what I am eating, though it is delicious. I'm too distracted and a little nervous about the first part of my plan. I slide my right foot out of my sandal and stretch my leg out under the table to rest my heel between your legs on the seat of your chair and rub my foot gently across your groin, secure in the knowledge that what I am doing is completely hidden by the tablecloth. Your eyes shoot up to meet mine. I smile and you lick your lips.
"Something wrong with your dinner?" I ask innocently.
"No, how is yours?"
"Delicious," I reply, taking a bite. We resume eating but rather mechanically as both our minds are on what I am doing with my foot under the table. You begin to worry about how you are going to walk out of here but I pull my foot back as we finish our meal.
The waiter appears immediately, asking if we are interested in dessert or coffee. You look at me but I shake my head. We'll have plenty of chocolate back in the room, or at least, I will.
"Just the check please," you reply. We pay and you follow me closely out of the dining room. We start back to our room but you take my hand and pull me into some shadows to kiss me for a moment, letting me feel how aroused you still are by my play at dinner. I pull back from your passionate kiss, take your hand and lead you.
The moment we step inside you reach for me but I hold out a hand, holding you at arms length and smile. I walk forward, pushing you gently back towards the bed. "Strip," I say. I turn my back to you to get some items out of my bag and when I turn back you are naked. I smile broadly and let my eyes travel over your body, my eager lover. I point to the middle of the bed.
"Lie down." You comply and I pick up some silk scarves, moving towards you and lay most of them on the bed but keep one in my hand as I lean toward you. I feel your eyes drift down to admire my cleavage as I lean forward, but I cover your eyes with one scarf. I quickly tie you down on the bed, one scarf at each of your hands and feet, holding you firmly but gently.
You hear me pop open a can and feel something wet touch your mouth. You lick and taste chocolate. You feel the brush swirl over your chin and down your neck, painting a map down your torso, tickling your abdomen and around your semi-hard erection. I dip into the chocolate syrup again and again, working my way down each leg, and back up your inner thighs, stepping back to survey my work for a moment occasionally. I work my way over your arms too.
When I'm done, I set my brush and chocolate sauce aside. After a minute or two you hear the rustle of my dress falling to the floor. I lean over the bed and kiss your lips gently then pull the blindfold off your head. Your head is propped up on the pillow and you can lift your head quite a bit higher to look down at the elaborate swirls and patterns painted over your body.
"Wow... what now?"
"Now, I lick it off you. A man covered in chocolate, it doesn't get any better than this." I smile down at you. Your eyes are a little bit glazed. They are drinking in my naked body but I can tell your mind is also reeling at the thought of what I'm about to do. The sensation of that cool wet drawing on your skin was wonderful but now my warm wet tongue is going to erase it all. And that will be even better.
I kneel down beside the bed and lick the palm of your left hand with the tip of my tongue. With your arms tied up the way you are, the more sensitive underside of your arms is revealed. I lick delicately at the flesh from your wrist to the crook of your elbow. I hear you groan and look up. Your eyes have slid shut for a moment. I continue my way up your arm to your shoulder but when I reach your shoulder I get up. Your eyes fly open and follow me as I move around the foot of the bed to your other arm and repeat my treatment. I wet your palm and blow gently on it, pressing a kiss into it.
When I reach your shoulder, this time I don't stop. The tip of my tongue follows the pattern of chocolate painted across your chest. You feel my silky hair pool on your chest as I lean down and turn my head to reach under your chin with my tongue. I stop to kiss you deeply on the mouth, sliding my chocolate-coated tongue against yours to lick the roof of your mouth. Mmmm....
I pull back and zero in on your male nipples. I suck and lick until every bit of chocolate is removed, letting my tongue work in broad, warm, wet strokes across your chest. Then I work my way down your abdomen, drawing closer and closer to your erection.
"Micheeeelle..." you moan. I can tell I'm getting close to the fever pitch that will make you delirious with pleasure when you cum. I can't wait to watch you cum like that, but there is still work to do. I move around to the foot of the bed.
I let my tongue lap up the chocolate from your ankle to your knee then stop and do the other leg. I'm working quickly and methodically now. The chocolate was fun but I'm getting worked up myself and want to be closer to you too. I get on the bed between your legs and stroke my tongue across your legs until I reach your erection once more. I stop for a minute to admire it, striped with chocolate as it is, then I lean down to engulf it with my warm, wet mouth and I hear you groan again. Your hips thrust up a little involuntarily. I suck you clean then withdraw. I blow on your cock and you moan loudly again. I make sure I've gotten the chocolate off. Finally, you're ready.
You watch as I straddle your hips now and reach down to guide the tip of your cock into my pussy and slowly lower myself over you. I sigh as you fill me and I close my eyes to enjoy the sensation a moment. I hear you moan as I start to roll my hips. I ride you for a minute that way then lean back to pull the restraints free from around your ankles. I lean forward, my breasts swinging free as I reach out and release your hands.
"Your cock feels so good in me," I say as I untie your hands. Your hips are beginning to rise and fall and you stare at me feverishly, panting hungrily as I lean over your body, bouncing on the bed, making it squeak a little.
As soon as the scarves loosen, I feel your body hit me. You rose up so quickly it pushed me back. Then I see your face, focused, primal.
I feel your body is tense as you fuck me fiercely. Your hips are pumping hard, spasming as you hold me back. My legs flew up when you pushed me down and one of your arms is holding my left leg up, stretching it and keeping it from buckling as my thighs take the blows from your aggressive fucking. Your other hand is pressed against my shoulder, shoving me into the covers. You're breathing hard, grunting as I pant. Was this what I had in mind? I ask myself.
"Phillip? Mmf" As soon as I spoke, you dropped my leg and covered my lips with yours, effectively silencing me.
"Mmmm" I moan quietly through your kiss. You feel so good. You're fucking me like a wild dog.
Your back arches and you fly up, your hips hit me hard as you pound deep into my cunt. You grunt loud Ugh's and your breathing is quick and aggressive. I watch your chest pound, flexing as you ride me hard.
The sensations move me beyond thought. That cock, moving like the piston of a racing engine, grinding into my cunt. I feel it suck my wet juices out, spraying my thighs. The pounding of your hips, your abs moving back and forth, pulling your body into mine as your chest pounds to keep up, is surreal. Your head falls back with closed eyes, snorting and grunting.
You are out of control.
My head falls to one side. I moan in time with your fucking. Your pace hastens in response then downshifts into slow driving thrusts. Your cock slides deeper into me.
The thought It feels soooo goooood slides through my brain before it shuts down, ceding control to my hot cunt. My cunt tells my body to take your cock and rock with your body.
My eyes glaze over. Every thrust has my throat issuing an echo.
We moan in unison.
Oh, oh oh oh. It feels so good to finally fuck each other.
