Erika's learning about the art of love making was increasing at pace. She was a willing learner. New readers are encouraged to read first of all the other chapters in sequence. They will make more sense that way. In particular, read the first chapter, "Erika...Part 1"
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My wife left for a visit to her sister in the country on the Friday, so I was on my own for a week. The temptation to spend nights together was great, but we decided that the best thing was for Erika to come to my house on the Friday night, so I would be at home when Sara inevitably rang to check in after her journey. On the Saturday, I would wait until Sara had called me, then leave to spend the night at Erika's.
Erika sent me a text message on the Friday asking me to prepare for the night by getting two pairs on handcuffs, a blindfold and a feather. This request was not as unexpected as it sounds. I knew that the temptation to have a peek at the X-rated DVDs I had left with her would be too great. She had obviously watched the DVD "Captivated" on the Thursday night. I was intrigued. Unfortunately, I had not seen that DVD myself, so I did not have any more idea of its plot than could be gleaned from a few saucy pictures and the blurb on its jacket. So I was not sure what was expected of me.
When she arrived, Erika was flustered from school. She had a had a hard day's teaching, and had bought her things with her. I kissed her,but she was not responsive immediately, so I thought it best to give her space to have a shower and freshen up. I explained that we would be using the guest bedroom that night. She looked relieved. No doubt she had been worried about usurping Sara's place in my bed for the night, and maybe also about Sara detecting her perfume on the sheets -- or whatever women do with her refined detective skills!
I was also conscious that Erika would never have spent a night with a man, never had breakfast with a lover, never slept with a guy all night - and that when she had been in this house before, it had really been as the daughter of old friends. The whole picture had been upturned since then. Now she was the lover of her parent's good friend, and an adulteress A few weeks ago she had been a virgin, relatively naïve. Now she was learning to be an experienced lover with a man twice her age.
As Erika showered, I prepared a simple meal. I had one candle (not scented -- that would be tempting Sara/s acute sense of smell when she got back) and put on some pleasant music. When she had showered, Erika looked much more relaxed. She had obviously used her time alone to think her way through her situation. She came back wearing a top and slacks, smiling. I kissed her again, told her how pretty she looked, and said, "I love you." I knew this would be challenging,but since she had declared her love last week, I knew I needed to reciprocate, even though in my house, another woman's house.
She smiled "I love you too, darling. Sorry I was a bit off before. This is all knew to me, and I did have a bad day at school."
I encouraged her to talk about her teaching day, as we had some wine and I finished cooking. By the time we sat to eat, she had got the bad day out of her system and was ready to focus on other things.
" By the way," I said. I got the special supplies that madam asked for. I gather you have been watching one naughty DVD."
"Mmm," She said. " I just thought it might be interesting to see what she got out of all that. Have you done it like that?"
"Well, I must warn you, Erika, that I have not seen that DVD, so I don't really know what they get up to in it," I said
"But I am sure that you can guess, dear," She was teasing me.
"Maybe -- are you giving any hints?"
"Nope. You are going to have to work it out. As a man of the world, I am sure you can do that." She continued in this vein throughout the meal, whenever I bought up the subject,so I knew I was on my own.
After more wine and some joking around, Erika had visibly relaxed. I could see that she was over her guilt about being in Sara's house with Sara's man, and I kept touching her and squeezing her hand to reassure her.
We cleaned up the meal, had a coffee, then I suggested we retire early for the night. Erika accepted, but she had tightened up, no doubt at the thought of the unexpected that lay ahead. This was another exercise in trust, her needing to trust me.
We went up to the guest bedroom and I asked her if I could undress her. She kicked off her sandals. Keeping my own clothing on, I blindfolded her first.
"From now on, madam, no talking. If you are uncomfortable with something, let me know, but now you are in my power." I said the last bit almost menacingly, and she shivered and giggled nervously. But I could see that I was playing it right. She had watched the bondage DVD and was obviously expecting me to play the mysterious stranger who takes control of the woman's body.
Then slowly, without touching her skin where possible, I removed her top and her bra, followed by her slacks and panties. She was naked in my house, and we had the whole night ahead of us. I suddenly became more nervous,almost shaking with anticipation. Calm down, boy, I thought. Luckily, she could not see me. Unlike the controlling stranger in the DVD, I was almost ready to explode with tension.
I led Erika to the bed, and got her to lie down on her back. Then I brought out the handcuffs. She gasped when I grabbed her left hand and cuffed her. Her breathing immediately became tense. I grabbed her right arm, and looked for a place to cuff her on the bedhead which would not put too much stress on her. I didn't want her to be in pain, just restrained. She was looking very tense now, her body tight. Now that she was restrained, I had my first opportunity to really examine my young lover's body. Since she could not see me, I could perve to my heart's delight. I looked her over, appraising her.
Erika was very blonde, from German/Dutch background. Her hair was mid-length, straight and fine. As a child, she always wanted it to be wavy. Her lips were full, very kissable I had discovered. Her complexion was of that sort of fairness that is prone to pink blushes -- much like a woman from one of the Flemish or Dutch masters. But unlike those women, she would not have been plump enough for the times.
She had slim limbs, smooth and fair. I did not yet know if she shaved much, but her limbs were certainly smooth of any hair. Her shoulders were neat, her neck well-proportioned. Because of her restraints, her cleavage was more pronounced than usual. Her breasts were small but nicely formed, able to be cupped in my hand. Her nipples and aureoles were pink, both on the small side. Her stomach was flat and firm and her belly button very tidy. The mound was pronounced, a bulge under her slacks when she had them on. It was covered in its lower half by straight soft silky blonde-brown hair. The lips could not be seen in this pose. Her thighs and calves were also in proportion, neither long nor short. There were a few small scars on her shins that I had never really noticed before. Her ankles were neat, her feet long and narrow. I am not a foot man really, so that detail was not important to me.
I sat on the edge of the bed staring at her body for some time. She was no doubt thinking that I was building in the tension, but to be truthful I was not. I was almost dispassionate in measuring up her body for the first time. While she was not beautiful in any classical sense, I found the whole package quite enchanting. And for a guy my age it was like Christmas all over to have her in my bed.
I decided that I had better get into this act, and as soon as I did, my penis came to life. I got the feather ( which I had procured from an old feather and down cover) and began teasing her so softly that she could almost feel it. But my first contact with her was like an electric shock. I brought the feather close to her left nipple, and slowly tickled the nipple. Erika jumped as much as her cuffs allowed, gasped and twisted all at once. She was truly in some sort of ecstasy of anticipation. I used the feather then on her cheek and her neck. She jumped again, although a little less. I ran it down her front between her breasts, with minimal pressure, to her flat belly, then to her mound. When I got to her mound, she twisted as if to stop me going further. Her legs were clamped shut, the pussy mound more pronounced because of that.
I ran the feather around her lips and forehead. When I used it on her ear, she jumped, which surprised me, but then ears can be very sensitive. Back to her nipples and then to her thighs. I ran it up and down her thighs and calves. The lower down I took it, the more deliciously sensitive she seemed. So I thought I would do some tickling, knowing that she would stop me if it was not what she wanted.
I used the feather to tickle under one foot. She yelped, and drew up her legs to as close as she could get to a foetal position, given that her arms were cuffed. But she did not stop me. So despite the fact that she had curled her feet tight, I used the feather on her other foot. Again, she jolted her legs away, but again she would not stop me. Her mouth was tense, holding in a giggle or a gasp, I was not sure what.
Then I moved to her very vulnerable under-arm area. Because of the cuffs, she could do very little to stop this attack. Her under-arms were clean shaved, possibly freshly so (had she done this in the shower tonight? I thought maybe so). I moved the feather back and forth there, and she was soon in paroxysms, twisting her body, half-laughing, half-gasping, breathless with anticipation or dread. I used it then on her other arm, and tried her rib cage, which seemed to be exquisitely sensitive. She was gasping and breathless.
I continued this for a while, then decided to use my fingers and hands. I ran my finger over her nipple and it came to attention. I ran around the nipple and she arched her back and groaned. I ran down her arms and then down her thighs. Her legs were still tightly closed as I ran the back of my hand over her belly and her mound. Then down her right hip.
I changed to my mouth, nibbling at her neck, then her shoulder. I placed delicate kisses all over her, and she was shaking like jelly. But at no time did she tell me to stop. I kissed her belly, her thighs, her calves, her feet. Then I kissed her toes and she giggled. I used that to hold her feet and move her legs apart. Then I began to kiss up her right leg, slowly slowly to her pussy. She kept her legs open.
