Cindy seemed to enjoy her evening as explained in the "Who is That?" story here. She still hasn't figured out what occurred but seems content to remain oblivious as to what actually happened. I suspect she enjoyed it so much that she fears if she mentioned anything about it something like that would never happen again. She chose silence.
The warmth of Florida is almost literally the flame to us moths. Nothing like a warm beach in February to make you forget the cold back home.
This particular trip Cindy was feeling a bit frisky. Previously, Cindy had allowed me to take pictures and video of her. Her only request was "No Faces"! I figured as long as I am consistent with this rule to conceal her identity, I could expand on it.
Judging by the way she was putting down drinks (2 before dinner, she's a lightweight) I thought the night might get interesting. When she went to get ready to go out, I took advantage of her bathroom time for some set up. Suddenly I was glad I reserved some space in my suitcase for her favorite ropes.
I didn't realize til we were seated at a beach side restaurant giving our order that Cindy was not wearing underwear under her short little black skirt. Holding hands in her lap made it easy for her to maneuver my hand onto her pussy. She was wet and the distraction made me unsure of what I had ordered when the waitress finally left. A quick slip in and out of that wonderful pussy was all I needed to be assured that the night was going to get fun.
I stirred my margarita with that finger as I stared into her eyes.
She was hot. By the time dinner was over. She was ready.
Our 5th floor hotel room had a great view of the beach and the door was on the other side with a window to the balcony walkway. hmmm
Cindy started removing clothes before we even got to the door. By the time I got the door open she was already half naked.
I plopped her down on the bed kissing all over that beautiful face and body. Very little effort was needed to tie her up. I tied her sideways, though, so her pussy was facing the window by the door. The curtains were closed.
I admired my work, as I had many times before, of her tied spread eagle on the bed. That luscious tanned body. Breasts proudly in the air with her dark nipples and perfect pussy with just a dusting of hair that matches the jet black hair on her head.
After putting a hood over her head (which only had one hole for the mouth) I then said, "Man, I need a beer. I'll be right back."
I heard her protesting as the door closed behind me.