We planned to meet on an overnight in New Orleans. There's something decadent about the place that adds to the excitement of a rendezvous. We had been lovers early in our careers at the airline where I am a pilot and she is a flight attendant, but then our separate marriages, kids and changes at the airline hadn't allowed for a chance to meet.
This night was different. I did a lot of preplanning. I wanted to explore some new additions to our lovemaking and had a feeling she'd go along. First, a visit to Victoria Secret for something she would love to put on. Then a short trip to Home Depot for some nice soft nylon rope. Lastly, a stop at the adult book store where I found just the right products for the scenario that was developing in my head.
I was on edge for a week before the scheduled trip. I played the fantasy of our meeting over in my head at every opportunity and found myself getting aroused at the oddest times. Finally the big day came and I packed my bag cautiously not wanting to forget an item necessary to the plan. We weren't on the same airplane, but arrived separately in the evening. My flight came in first which allowed me time to survey my room for the proper set up. I unpacked my bag and prepared my accessories. Then I showered and shaved, paying particular attention to my swelling member as she had once remarked how she loved my smooth hairless balls.
I thought she'd never call. I was beside myself with anticipation. The phone rang, "I'm here. " I told here I had something appropriate for her to wear for the evening and that I would drop it by her room, while I went to the local daiquiri shop for a large cocktail for both of us. When I returned I called her. "I love the outfit, " she said. "I'll be right over. "
I cracked my door so she didn't have to knock. Discretion between consenting adults around other crewmembers is a must. I met her at the door and took her in my arms as it shut. I shivered as we touched. She was wearing a thin warm up suit and I felt the soft curves of her back side as our mouths eagerly met for a long, wet kiss. I wanted to undress her right away, but held back. I suggested we drink our frozen cocktails while they were still cold. We sat on the bed and sucked on the straws, the sweet frozen fluid an elixir for fun. Only one light illuminated the room, but her deep brown eyes were as intoxicating as the rum. She had always reminded me of Demi Moore. She was beautiful tonight and smelled so inviting. I wanted desperately to see under the warm-up suit. She stood up and slowly peeled it away revealing her lovely figure in the white bustier and matching thigh highs. She slowly turned around giving me a full view of all her treasures snuggly wrapped in such a beautiful package. I quickly took off my t-shirt and slid off my jeans, nothing but some silk boxers underneath. We embraced again and kissed and I shuddered noticeably at the touch of her warm skin and the fabric of her outfit against me. We drank some more and I asked her if she trusted me. She said she did and I told her that I wanted to try something a little different. "I don't like pain, only submission, " she coyly replied.
I told her that first she was to be blindfolded and I began to wrap my necktie around her eyes. Next, I took a length of the nylon rope and tied her wrists together gently. "What now?" she said as I led her over to the arm chair placed near the bed. "You'll soon find out. " I asked her to climb on it on her knees, her arms resting on the back. She complied and I began to tie her ankles to the feet of the chair. The sight of her now was too much to bear and my cock strained at my underwear so I took them off. Her breasts were bursting from the bustier and her round delectable ass was exposed perfectly. Her next surprise came as I undid the first few buttons of her top and exposed her nipples. I touched them lightly and as they began to stiffen, I opened a pair of alligator clips and let them clamp down on each one. "Oh, that hurts a bit" she cried and I quickly took them off. I didn't want to spoil the pleasure I anticipated for both of us.
I ask her if she'd been a good girl. She said she'd been bad. She'd been thinking about us together and using her dildo. "Since you've been bad, I'm going to have to discipline you. Do you know what I do to bad girls?" "I can guess, " she said. She hadn't seen it, but she was right. I got out the leather whip I bought for the occasion. It had a six inch handle with long leather lashes attached to it. The other end of the handle had a knob about the size of the head on my now engorged cock. I rubbed it on her tits, down her back, on the back sides of her thighs, and then slowly down the crack of her ass, stopping just long enough to push against her cunt. She arched her back, spreading her ass cheeks as if asking for more. I turned the whip in my hand and flicked the lashes so that the ends came to rest on her nipples teasingly. Then without warning, I brought them down with a smack across her bare ass.