I took a deep breath and sighed, then made a face as I noticed the thin sheet slipping further down my naked breast. Damn! He was going to be here any minute and I was accidentally undoing the setup I had worked so hard for. I pulled experimentally against the bond at my wrist again, but it held fast. Ah well, he'd have to live with a bit more exposed flesh than I'd planned. In my excitement waiting for him, I was breathing harder than I had expected, and it was difficult to keep my soft covering in place.
It had been several weeks since I had seen him last – despite being four states apart, we had been seeing each other every other week or so until a series of sudden commitments broke the pattern. Now finally he was flying in again and I had wanted to do something special, to surprise him with something. A brief visit to the Literotica store turned up the perfect idea. Early in our relationship, we had gone there "together" over the phone and talked about the different products listed. One in particular that had caught our eye was a restraint kit that used straps circling the mattress to hold the cuffs in place – perfect since neither of us had a headboard at the time...
The picture shown for the straps seemed to have quite an effect on Alex, the girl pulling vainly against the wrist cuffs, feet held apart and just a thin strip of bundled sheet running between her spread legs. I had tried to duplicate the pose as closely as I could with my own body, first strapping my ankles into the soft Velcro cuffs, then arranging the sheet across me – a thin strip between my legs, trace up across half of my belly, then spread out to cover both nipples. I wasn't showing as much flesh as the model did in the picture, but I thought he might just enjoy being able to uncover me himself, and I wasn't leaving that much to the imagination. If I kept up this heavy breathing, though, the sheet was going to slip beyond recovery and leave my breasts bare. Not that I think he'd mind that, of course, but I was determined to preserve my pose.
As I waited, my mind wandered back over my setup. Getting that last wrist into the cuff had been quite an ordeal – have you ever tried to close a cuff around your wrist without using the other hand? It's not easy. I had practiced it quite a bit in the week before he was supposed to arrive, though, and although it wasn't quite as tight as the other hand, I was confident that it would do the trick. If he didn't like it, he could always readjust when he got here. I had picked up a blindfold to complete the deal, but I left it out on the bed beside me instead of actually wearing it. I wanted to see his reaction when he rounded the corner and found me like this. I struggled against the impulse to fidget, my mind firmly fixed on the sheet threatening to slip away from its tentative hold on my body. Bah, when was he going to get here?
As if on cue, just as my mind reached the word "here" I heard the door opening down the hall. I had sent a friend to pick him up with explicit instructions that he was to come on in and not knock on the door. I don't know what excuse he was given, but apparently it had been enough.
"Chloe?" his tentative voice echoed down the hallway. I smiled despite myself, opened my mouth to reply, then thought better of it. I heard him pause, then softly close the door behind him. Footsteps. "Are you here?" Good, he was headed in the right direction. Any minute now, my hand would come into his view, then a foot... "Ah, there you –" He stopped dead in the doorway, eyebrows leaping upward as quickly as his jaw plummeted toward the floor. "Oh my god..." he murmured, eyes traveling rapidly from my head to my feet and back again.
I grinned devilishly up at him, quite pleased with myself for the carefully-planned display and its rather obvious effect on him. "Oh hello, fancy meeting you here!" I feigned a supremely unabashed and innocent greeting, though the rapidly spreading blush over my face and body must have given me away. I heard his traveling bag hit the floor with a thump. "Well? Aren't you going to kiss me hello?" I asked after a long moment.
He lurched into motion at my invitation, managing to get his shirt and shoes off somewhere between the door and the bed, but leaving it at that. He paused just short and carefully sank his hands to the mattress, apparently taking pains not to jostle the soft white sheet that commanded his attention. "Hello, beautiful." Finally, he spoke, and between the tone of his voice and the sparkle in his eye, I felt I had already been repaid for all of the trouble it had taken to set this up. Once more his eyes traveled my body, then he locked them on my own as he leaned in for a long kiss, soft and sweet but still with a passion behind it that had my nether lips getting slick with anticipation.
