John woke and started to turn over, then realized he couldn't. His arms were over his head, his wrists bound together with a silk tie, which was wrapped around the brass headboard. He was a prisoner! He looked around the dark bedroom, trying to see his Roxie, but he didn't find her. Suddenly, he heard the scrape of a match and saw the flame illuminating her lovely face. There was Roxie, standing by the shelf, holding a candle. Almost immediately, the soft scent of almonds filled the air. Roxie placed the candle back on the shelf and walked toward him.
"I see you are awake, my sweet. I am so glad. I've been waiting for you," she purred. She sat beside him, causing him to roll slightly toward her. Now that his eyes had adjusted to the darkness, John could see his lover more clearly. She was dressed in a dark blue teddy, a gift from him. Her skin glowed in the candlelight, her dark hair pulled in a knot on her head. She smelled faintly of vanilla, toothpaste and a hungry female. She leaned over him, her mouth seeking his. Slowly, she began licking his lips, teasing him, taunting him with her agile tongue. She traced his mouth, searching the sensitive corners and flicking quickly in and out of him. She sucked his lower lip between hers, suddenly needy and demanding. Slowly at first, then with rampant desire, she made love to his mouth, wanting nothing more than to excite him. He twisted against his restraints, whispering softly to her.
"Please untie me, love. I want my hands free to touch you and relish your body. I want to explore you, find your special spots, make you wild with desire. Oh, just untie me and I will give you heaven!"
Roxie hesitated, as if considering his request, then shook her head slowly and sadly. "I am afraid I can't do that, John. I think you need a time out, to just relax and lie there and let me take care of you. Maybe I can untie you later, though."
John gave up on loosening the ropes and just settled back happily, waiting for Roxie's plan to unfold. She turned on the bedside lamp, casting a soft glow to the bed. Now he could see her clearly. The blue teddy fit her well, molded to her full breasts and rounded hips. Tiny tendrils framed her face, her cheeks were flushed pink and her eyes were already slightly unfocused and glazed, a sure sign of her arousal. He thought she must have planned this for some time. When she stood, he saw she was wearing sheer dark blue stockings with lacy tops, pulled up midway on her thighs.
"I do have plans for you, John. But first, I have some things I need to finish. Since you are sort of 'tied up', perhaps you can keep me company while I get things done....."
John happily agreed. He was comfortable. She had made a pillow nest for him, making sure his arms were supported behind his head. He was wearing jogging shorts and a t-shirt, his usual sleep attire. Even now, the shorts were tenting with anticipation, but that was part of the excitement, knowing he had to wait for her.
As she stood there, Roxie sighed. "I feel very warm tonight, John. I think I will open the window." She walked to the other side of the bed and opened the shades and the window, looking into the dark backyard and sighing again. "I only hope no one is sneaking around out there tonight. It would be an invasion of our privacy, having someone watching us in our bedroom. I am pretty sure we are safe, though. So, I am going to leave the shade up."
She turned to John, fanning herself and saying once again that she was warm. "I think I might need to remove some clothes, that might help!" She began opening the tiny buttons that ran the length of the teddy, exposing her bare flesh, bit by bit. Shrugging off the straps, she let the teddy fall to the floor, and stood before him in just the stockings. "Ah, that's better. I feel cooler now. But I must get on with my little chores, then I can play with you."
She leaned over the bed, kissing John again, her nipples rubbing against his shirt. He could feel how firm they were, how aroused she was, and it excited him even more. Again, he tried to loosen the ties, but they remained firm. Roxie sat beside him, taking a bottle of lotion off the nightstand. She poured some in her hand, warming it, before beginning to massage it into her skin. Her hands slid up and down her arms, over her shoulders, cupping her breasts and lightly pinching the already erect nipples. She closed her eyes and licked her lips, small moans escaping from her throat. John watched her intently, enjoying the show she was performing for him. She lotioned her creamy thighs, so smooth and pale, her hands lightly caressing the flesh that John ached to touch. He watched as her fingers moved up and down, her legs falling slightly open in anticipation.
They had been together nearly a year now, and things had only gotten better. They lived happily, sharing everything in their lives. Days passed in a blur of enjoyment and contentment. Nights were full of pleasure, desires expressed and fulfilled, hungers aroused and quenched. She was his delight. They had even begun to work out at a club several times a week, making everything even better. They both had more energy. Roxie, who had been beautiful when they met, now felt proud of her body, still lush and full, but more toned. She had begun spending time naked, delighting in his constant reaction. He thought of all this as she sat beside him, her nylon-clad legs before him. His erection bobbed and strained against the fabric, but she apparently didn't notice. She seemed intent on her womanly tasks, keeping a constant conversation with him.
"You know, darling, I am thinking that my curlies need a trim. I can easily do that while we talk. I'll be right back."
When she returned, she had tiny scissors, a mirror and a large bath towel. She spread the towel next to John and sat on it, opening her thighs, exposing her thick bush of brown curls. She placed the mirror at a good angle and began combing through the hair with her fingers. John loved watching her touch herself. Her fingers moved smoothly and lightly and the curls wrapped around them. He could tell the moment her fingers moved deeper. He knew she had found her slit, because her eyes closed again and she sighed deeply, her breath becoming rapid. She continued to massage her mound, lost in pleasure. John remained silent, not wanting to break the spell. His cock ached, the blood pounded and he needed more room, but he didn't want to say anything, he just wanted to watch his woman.
Waking from her reverie, Roxie picked up the scissors and began trimming her curls. John couldn't really see any difference, but it was so sensual, he watched intently. He could smell her excitement, see the tiny drops of fluid gathering in her curlies. She continued to play, now spreading the lips and peering into the pinkness, exposing herself to John. He licked his lips, wanting to taste her, but not wanting to interrupt her play. Nothing was sexier than a woman so sure of herself, so erotically naughty.
