The massage finished. I look at the rise and fall of your breasts in the candle light as shadows slowly ripple up and down them, and I know you are asleep.
Rising, I leave you to rest. I walk up a set of stairs to a room on the second level. I check to see that all is ready. Every detail of the evening laid out in its place . . . everything ready for you.
I return to where you are still sleeping under a blanket of golden light and soft shadows. I pick up a terrycloth robe and kneel beside you. I lean down and kiss lightly each of your eyes through the blindfold.
You stir, and I raise you to a sitting position, and drape the robe over you. You reach for the blindfold but I stop you. Standing you up, I bind the folds of the robe around you; it's plush warm softness comforting, soothing.
I walk us towards the stairs, and up to the room. Entering, you notice a sudden change in the texture of sounds in the room.
I smile, and say, "This is a very special room. The walls, floor, and ceiling are made of sound reflecting materials."
I then say, "Every sound, no matter how small, is amplified. I quite like it."
We move to the center of the room, and I allow you to bump into something. The sound of springs bouncing slightly rings along the walls and ceiling. I watch your face and see curiosity radiating from a wide awake and very alert smile.
I turn you around, and maneuver you back one step. I slip the robe off of your body, and it falls to the floor. Straps of a soft material that you can't name caress the backs of your ass and legs.
I say, "Trust me. Lean back."
I put my hands under your arms and lower you backwards into a seat harness. As you sit down the springs and seat adjust, and you only sink a few inches before the support grabs hold of your ass. You bob slightly up and down, and then I press my lips softly into yours, and hold my full lips against yours for a long lingering moment.
When you try to slip your tongue into my mouth I break the kiss. I put my hands on the back of your neck, and upper back, and finish placing you into the floating harness. I give you a moment to get used to the supports that now lie under your ass, lower and upper back, and neck.
Slipping my hands out from beneath you, I grab your left hand and move it into a restraining loop and wrap the ties around it securely. Then I put your right hand into another restraint, and tie it down. A strap across the flesh below your breasts secures your mid-section, and then I slowly and delicately draw a wide strap over your throat and secure it too.
I then pick up your left leg by the ankle and calf, and slip your foot through a stirrup, and tie your ankle down. I do the same to your other leg and ankle.
I blink suddenly, as a hot wetness soaks through my pants at the knee, and realize that your pussy is soaking through the cotton where my leg is touching you. I smile. You exhale loudly and sharply as I push my upper thigh against your cunt, and wiggle it a little.
I step back, examine the angles of your spread open legs, arms, and body—perfect.
I strip quickly. My cock hard and red. I take it in my hand and move the head to the lips of your cunt. I move the tip up and down the wisps of your moist hair. You squirm again and the harness jiggles.
I move my cock head further into your cunt, just enough that you can feel the circumference of its large hot head between your lips. Your pussy spasms like a mouth trying to gulp for air. It grabs the head of my cock for a moment, slick juices saturate the head, and then you can't keep a hold of it and your cunt mouth slides off of it.
Cool air swirls around my cock, and the air currents in the room bring the pungent smell of your cunt straight into my nose.
