Got Any Batteries

Whoever it was that knocked on the door go t no answer at three houses along that long block. All the homeowners figured it was someone looking for money or religious solicitations. She was finely dressed and presented herself well. He saw her approaching from a distance and before deciding on whether to answer the doorbell, he listened to her routine.

She had a small satchel with her, strung over her shoulder with a finely spun gold colored cord. That is what caught his eye. Lagging a bit, she knocked casually on his door not expecting to ever get an answer. After 30 seconds she turned on her heels and stepped down along the fancy brick walkway.

She heard the creaking of the brass hinges as the leaded glass door opened. The man standing in the doorway was such a pleasure for her weary eyes. She must have woken him. All he wore was a pair of broken in shorts. And a sly smile. It could have been the indications of the cord on her bag, but more likely it was the unexpected items she requested of him. She tried to ask it of each house along the way, and he thought he was the only one. Essentially it was only him, because no others answered the door.

He invited her in and excused his appearance. She grinned to share her appreciation of what she was staring at. NO apologies necessary.

She followed him to the kitchen, then to the spare bedroom. He opened several drawers then finally went to the closet. Digging into an old decorated box, he spun and displayed various options. When he asked what size she needed, she blushed without an answer. He looked her in the eye and repeated his question. She froze in place on the daybed.

After she could breathe again, she shifted the bag to her lap and began to dig for the answer. He waited patiently and tried not to stare. It was a difficult task considering her shirt was thin, nearly see-thru and she was excited seeing him half dressed. The distraction of his sexy bare chest and well maintained body made her fumble as she rifled through the bag.

"Oh, mid-size will do. That size should fit just fine. I'll make it work out alright."

He blushed. She lifted her head to see the options available to her. Then she blushed again. She reached forward, then pulled her hand back. It came back with just the right size. She did not know the name, but the feel in her hand told her she got it right.

The box went back to the closet. He returned to the space beside her on the daybed. Offering to assist her, she accepted and handed the whole thing over to him. She did not know what to focus on – his hands, the toy or the batteries. He heard her voice replay in her mind over and over. "got any batteries" is not a standard approach to meeting someone, but it happened to work for them.

He helped her to swap them out with the old. She was finding a special feeling going on within her pants that was not there when she walked in the room behind him. He was handling her secret toy and being so good about not commenting. When he handed it back to her, he turned it on to be sure it worked alright. It buzzed them into a startled jump. "It works" he boasted. "Here ya go!" As it crossed over to the other set of hands, they clasped their hands together around it and remained that way for a while.

He held her hand more assertively than she did his. She pushed their hands towards him and down into his lap. The vibrations brought a smile to his face. They tracked it all along his body as she glanced down at his lap. Suddenly, out of nowhere, there was a hard cock pressing through his thin shorts.

The back of her hand was the first to feel it and she paused right where she felt it the most. He let go of her hands, leaving her to play wherever she desired. He watched her while keeping an eye on the bag. Reaching behind her, he grabbed hold of the cord and slipped it through the loops and in seconds, she was wearing a knot built just for her. It was quite pretty, she thought. Never occurred to her that he had other intentions than giving her a pretty makeshift bracelet.

The vibrations continued as he maneuvered the other end of the cord around two posts on the back of the daybed. In her playfulness, she returned the toy to his leg and up and down along his inner tender sensitive thigh – that special part of him that he could not quite flex as hard. He gave her a look straight into her eyes and locked her eyes on his. That was all he needed to get her focused away from his quick move getting her tied to the bedposts.

When her hand moved involuntarily, she looked away from him to see why. He left her hand suspended and encouraged her to keep playing. He grabbed at her wrist and put in into her lap, sliding her rumbling hand up and down her own leg and into the tender parts of her thighs. He gave a tug on the cord and her hand was taken completely from her control. She dropped her toy and could not reach now that she was strapped.

He had to bend over for it. Exposing his back fully to her, she could still use the unteathered hand for a bit of teasing fun. She slid her hand down the back of his shorts for a fun feel of his ass. It was nice to know the picture in her head now matched the feel in her grasp. Her pinky slid along the crack, just to know. When he did not flinch and sit straight up, she tried a little more. He'd never allowed it before, but was sort of liking it. The secret would remain his. Never confirming it with her, he didn't refuse her either. Truth was, he was not sure what to make of her inquisition.

When he reached far enough for her toy, he still could not reach. He ended on his knees reaching under the bed for it. When he sat back up, he was liking the view. He stayed on the out-side of the bed. Pulling up a chair, he could face her and give them a chance to observe one another head-on. Balancing his ass on a nearby chair was just where he'd dreamed of being in a moment like this. This venturesome woman was seeming to allow him to go where he desired in relation to her. It was all new. Exciting was an understatement. She was relying on his experience to bring something new to her day. So, there they remained, knees between knees with him controlling her like a puppet.

He turned on the toy again and wiggled it between their knees. She giggled at the playfulness as he worked it all the way up her leg. Her giggles turned to silence and she centered her thoughts on what he was doing. Her eyes shifted from his hands to his eyes, to his mouth and back to his hands. She liked to see the expression on his face, as it reflected where he placed the toy. He was equally inquisitive. Testing the waters with it, he learned so much so fast. The favorite point of contact for her was quickly located. He circled around to find precisely where to touch her. Her hand covered his to tell him 'stay there'. He preferred to tease her and move it around more. After all, he had not yet tried to stimulate her nipples with it or anything else, for that matter.

She shifted on the bed and broke the momentum. He gave the toy back to her to get them both going again. She played a little bit. She could not play as openly while her skirt was still concealing those satin panties. He slid his hands up and removed the panties. Her other hand was still tied and moving as he commanded with a yank on his end of the line. The skirt remained. She lifted one leg to the bed beside her and placed her other between his on the chair. Her toes slid under him, tickling him along the way. Cool feeling, he thought as her toes curled up and pressed to his balls, circled around them and pressed harder to his hardening cock. She pushed it aside with her foot and made it stand up in his shorts.

He kept his hand up her skirt to feel the toy doing wonders for the underworld. When her wetness increased at his talented touch, he lifted her skirt over her knee. He kept his hand on top of hers but let her control where it went. Watching her touching all the right spots and feeling her hand beneath his gave him a hard on to the core. It was never so hard. He twisted in his seat to settle it a bit. Her foot kept it going back up again. And the stimulation continued.

She brought her other foot to the bed to lie on her back. He had to get up and shift with her. He was not about to end the observation of her pleasuring herself in front of him. She seldom allowed that in the past. He was different. He offered a comfortable presence and he was hard as a plank. When she moved her feet aside, it provided front row seating to the private showing. There he would remain, at her feet with that long cord giving him some say.

He tracked his hand softly along her bent leg. Starting at her ankle, up to her knee and back down along her thigh and around again to trace the same path, she relaxed more and more. He pressed gently against the inside of her knee, tipping it over. It parted her lips further and showed him more of that glistening canvas. She began to draw designs with the vibrating tool. He brought her gilded wrist to the area and allowed her to play with both hands. She pressed that wondrous toy between his fingers as they parted her lips. On first contact, she jumped a bit with the coldness and settled again with his touch.

He petted her while she played. The feel of his hands was mesmerizing. The vibrations were indescribable, which is partly why she let him watch. His eyes and the motives behind them turned her on. They brought her to a new plane. He could see the levels shift at his fingertips. They worked it together until he felt her feet tense against his hips. He let her cum without much involvement. Watching her made him drip. He held his cock from outside his shorts as she built intensity. She mumbled his name, but he knew she was calling out to him in her mind. With one last stroke of his fingers on her pussy, she burst and trembled and he watched encouragingly.

At once, she was still and her arms lost strength. He grabbed his cock harder to stifle the orgasm he had building. Her toy fell from her grip. He took it and waited. The feel of his hands rubbing the insides of her legs pacified her and released the tension. There they remained for several minutes. When her breathing resumed a normal rate he flipped the bottom hem of her skirt over her hips.

He got up to his knees, bent over her and removed her blouse. She had just enough energy to reach up and play around with his cock. When he settled back to his space, she grabbed for his hips, pulled him to her just far enough that when he crossed her pussy, she could feel that fat head glide across her lips. She lifted her hips to feel him press through to her clit, along the slit and off to his position. He turned the toy on and began his own explorations. She allowed him.

He guided it all around, up one leg, across her belly, up to her nipples, back to her pussy and to the other leg, but never actually lingering where she wanted it. When she tried to move to get him touching the areas where she wanted it, he became more forceful restraining that tethered hand on the bed above her head. She tried tugging to get loose and he tied the other one. She was liking it. Hmmmm.

He went back to his adventure between her legs. When he saw how engorged she became at certain touches, he remembered it – he was engorged at that same time. He tapped her clit, revolved the toy around it and finally, he fingered her while continuing to stimulate all of her with that vibrating gem.

He spoke in basic questions to her. The moans and the gasping told him exactly where to touch her. "more" was spoken repeatedly. He pressed harder. Did she want more pressure? "more" she said louder. He changed the speed and intensity. "more" again, he tried another way of giving her more, then another way and another.

He got it right every time. She was too excited to tell him, she just kept asking for more...

Although he did not observe her doing it, when he brought her so close to a climax, he glided the toy inside her. He could feel her tighten up on it. They started a little teasing game of it. He alternated his hand with the toy and noticing she was still trying to get him to do certain things, he tied her feet to the bed. She would remain in his control now. He did not play rough, he just wanted to see all the details of how she swelled and reddened and moaned and shifted based on where and how he tended to her sexual needs. He knew more than he gave himself credit. The feelings he was able to impart blew away her own play.

She was so close, and wanted to feel his cock. Her feet were tied, she could not get to it with her foot anymore. She asked to suck on it. He loved the idea; it made him hard. He resisted the offer. She begged him to let her touch it, handle it, suck it, lick it. All requests were refused. He did reach forward to put his finger in her mouth. Even that was a tease as he traced her lips with his fingertips allowing only the tip of her tongue to contact it. Finally, he put his finger in and let her suck it like it was his cock.

His cock now throbbing, he kneeled on the bed again to remove his shorts, keeping the toy going. He straddled her stomach and spun. With his knees next to her ears, he lowered his cock to her anxiously awaiting mouth. She had to lift her head to contact it and once lined up just right, he slowly lowered it into her mouth. He watched through the space between his belly and her tits to see it disappear past her lips. Her had nipples pressed to his belly as she twisted from side to side feeling their skin meet. His tongue lapped at her clit three times and she came.

A gently rumbling toy stayed on. He reached between them and placed it against his balls. She saw his hand against his own cock and balls and came again. He bounced on her face, not quite a fucking intensity, but hard enough to satisfy that hunger. Every few bounces, he'd lift off her and she'd gasp "cum". She was in no hurry, he tasted so wonderful, the prize at the end was worth waiting for. The feel of him was pleasure enough.