The traffic was just as bad as the night before, but my mind was bathed in the memory of our experience. I was smiling and actually humming to myself as the scenes of last nights encounter flashed into my mind. I saw Gina in her red bustier and stockings parading before me and then I saw her with her ass held high and her torso on the bed while I sunk my shaft into her anus. I found the jiggle of her ass so erotic that I almost missed the red tail lights in front of me. I felt warm all over and I had a stirring in my pants. I couldn’t wait to get home and tell Gina that I really loved what we did last night and couldn’t wait to do more. As for a follow up to that, I had no clue. All I knew was that I loved what we had going and I didn’t want it to stop.
The car rolled silently into the driveway and I hopped out with a brace of red roses, (to match her bustier), in my hand. I took a deep whiff of them and stepped merrily to the front door. I inserted my key, turned the lock and walked in. Gina was standing there wearing her winter coat. She had her hands behind her back and a nice smile on her face.
“What’s up,” I was kind of startled to see her like this. I was kind of suspicious of where she was going at this hour. Had I forgotten some engagement we were supposed to be at, a dinner, a meeting, card game, in seconds I determined that none of that applied.
“Nothing,” she said in a sing song sort of way, “are those for me?” She asked pointing to the roses with her right hand, as she took it from behind her and stepped closer to me and the roses.
“Absolutely,” I felt kind of like a Neanderthal making an offering to my mate before I took her by the hair and made her my own.
“Oh Honey, your so sweet,” she pressed herself close to me and placed her hand on my hand that held the roses. She stood on her tip toes and angled her head to kiss me. I bent my head down to meet her waiting lips and closed my eyes as I kissed her deeply and passionately. That’s when I felt the handcuff encircle both of my wrists and made that clicking sound as they tightened. I broke off our kiss and asked, “What’s up with this?”
She took the roses out of my hand and turned with her back to me, “Pretty roses,” she then reached behind her with her free hand and grabbed a hold of my manacled hands and began to lead me into the living room. In the living room behind the couch we have a large hanging plant that must weigh a couple of hundred pounds and it was gone. I was a little disoriented because the furniture was not where it was supposed to be. Under where the plant should have hung was a small step stool. She walked over to it and up the steps of the stool raising my arms above my head and she gave me tugs as she hooked the link between the cuffs to the hook that held the plant. I was on my tiptoes trying to maintain my balance. I had a little feeling of terror and a complete loss of control, but I tried not to communicate that uneasiness to Gina.
“Honey,” I said in a mildly sweet voice, “what are we doing?” She removed the step stool from the living room and answered me, “Oh, what ever I want, dear.”
“Really,” I asked?
“Really,” she replied. She then took off her winter coat and reveled to me the results of her day’s shopping. She had a black satin garter belt with sheer stockings on. She wore high heels that seemed like her heels towering over her toes. Her panties were of a sheer silk like material and I noticed that they had a cut out in their center. She had on a strapless bra that merely held her breasts in place as more of a table offering, for the majority of her breast was completely visible, erect nipples and all. The overall effect was devastating. She transformed herself into my erotic fantasy over night. Even hung up like I was I felt myself growing. She must have noticed and started to smile in a sly way.
“Do you like what I bought today,” as she twirled in front of me, reveling that the panties were nothing but a string of material between her ass cheeks framed by the garter belt. As I looked, I noticed that this is where the heart from all those valentine cards comes from formed from the shape of a women’s ass as she offered it to her lover. The thought stirred me a lot.
“You look marvelous,” imitating Ricardo Montaband.
“Oh,” she dashed off to the bedroom for a second and returned, “These go with the outfit.” She began to slide on black satin gloves that went all the way up to her elbows. “Perfect,” she commented on herself. She walked up to me and because of her heels we were eye to eye, and placed a gloved hand on my cheek and with a sly smile she bent to just brush her lips across mine. Then she turned away and walked a few paces letting me absorb her back side more completely. How wonderfully erotic she looked. Oh how my balls ached to have her spread herself wide for me.
“I think that you’re a mite overdressed for this party,” she said as she turned around and walked toward me. She began to loosen my tie, “We can’t have this in our way now can we?” She let it slip through the collar of my shirt and she flung it to one side letting it fall to the floor. “I had the boys next door move the plant outside for a little sunlight today and had them move the furniture around a bit, do you like it?” She asked over her shoulder as she again walked away from me.
