It was almost a year ago to the day that I brought her back to my apartment. We had flirted online for a number of weeks, touching upon our desires and fantasies until we finally got to the point of meeting for a cup of tea. It's the kind of thing I enjoy as a way to mix our own debaucheries in an elegant setting, a kind of ying and yang that would set the tone for our relationship as we moved forward, if the chemistry was right and that was where we decided to go.
We had been upfront and honest with each other. She enjoyed being a smart submissive who enjoyed the back and forth of a healthy power exchange while I enjoyed directing how our powerplay would actually play out. And yes, I enjoyed being the dominant hand to her submissive bottom.
We both enjoyed our tea and our conversation to the chagrin of those around us. Our heads would bow together as we spoke in low tones about bending her over and entering her from behind. Our heads would rise as we laughed about a firm hand and a soft ass in her over the knee spanking. We knew those around us would listen and feign their shock as they listened for more.
It was right for us. We both knew it and enjoyed their participation as we both grew aroused at our verbal exhibitionism. Our voices would rise and fall to the heat we generated with each other. Our hands and feet roamed beneath the table as we touched and connected in anticipation of what was to come.
On the taxi ride back to my apartment I told her to keep her gaze on the back of the driver's head as my fingers raised her skirt up her thigh. I could see her excitement in the heaving of her breasts and the way her nipples cast dark shadows beneath the thin fabric of her blouse.
The sudden intake of air through her nose when my fingers touched the edge of her panties made my lips curl upward, dreaming of what awaited us on my living room couch. Oh what exquisite pleasure those little gasps would lead us both to. Oh, how her white cheeks would quiver with each spanking. And yes, how I already felt her dampness through the white cotton of her sheer underwear.
I looked down to see the dark, wet spot grow as my fingers massaged around her pussy. I slid my fingers up and down what I knew to be her slit, tapping lightly on her clit, teasing her for what we both knew was to come.
When we entered my apartment I told her to go into my kitchen and bend over the countertop as we had discussed. She did.
She locked her knees and removed her skirt, folding it nicely and placing it on the dining room table. She bent at the waist and placed her forearms flat on the marble. She stared straight ahead as she waited. I stood beside her, letting my stiffening cock tent out my pants without shame. She reached down for my shaft, taking it in her gentle hand as my own fingers found her wet, wet pussy opening like a rosebud for me. I spread her bring up and down her slit, up toward her anus and down to her clit. Her knees melted as I touched either. Her lips parted as she let out a kittenish mewl.
Her soft hands began stroking my cock as she wriggled deeper onto the counter. I reached over to undo several buttons on her blouse, letting the blouse unleash her small breasts as the hardened nipples just grazed the cold marble. At first she pulled back but my hand pulled away from her sex and landed firmly on her ass. It thrust her forward, returning her nipples to the cold stone.
She gasped through her smile. She arched her back letting her neck and throat create that beautiful curve I so admire in a woman in heat. Her fingers spread wide as I continued to play with her sex and her rear - massaging each with her own fluids as her fingers continued to play across my penis, lightly touching my shaved balls and smooth shaft.
"Go ahead kitten, reach back, beneath my balls and make some small circles. Massage me just beneath my sac."
I could feel her fingers begin to do just that. She pulled and released my ball-sack. She rubbed that oh so secret spot just beneath them in a frenzy of wanting to please. I felt the pressure of her fingers, wanting, needing as she slipped one finger even further, hesitating as she discovered that I didn't say no, but encouraged her onward by opening my own legs a hair wider.
I spanked her again, on her other cheek, a glancing blow as I leaned into her ear, "what did I say about hesitating?"
"You said not to."
"Not to what?" I asked.
