Susan was driving absentmindedly. Her mind raced as she thought of the possibilities. Gray had asked to see her tonight. More importantly, Gray had asked to see her and had told her to dress sexy. It was that that had her mind soaring to places that were everywhere but on the road in front of her.
She remembered the last time Gray had made a request. They were going to go to a party and Gray wanted her to wear a dress with a thong underneath. When she arrived at his house, she understood why. Almost immediately, Gray had swooped upon her like a bird of prey, kissing her passionately and wantonly. She had been surprised and very turned on as the desire grew and he had started to tease her ass with his hands. She had been in an almost dream-like trance as he slowly turned her around, finished hiking up her skirt and started rubbing his hard bulge against her still thonged ass. As he devoured her neck, she reached between them to feel the cock that they both knew that she desired.
He whispered in her ear, "Take it out."
She fumbled for the zipper, too turned on to question him. In an instant, she felt the searing heat that comes from that first skin-to-skin contact of the evening.
She moaned softly, "Yessss."
And then the contact was gone and Gray's lips on her neck were gone. She was being forced down, slightly crooked over the arm of the sofa. She gasped slightly as she felt Gray's hands toying with the thong on her ass. She gasped again as she felt it being pulled aside and Gray's hard cock sliding along her outer lips, teasing momentarily, spreading the wetness that was now evident there. She hissed slightly as....
******
Damn, she was at Gray's already. Her reminiscing had led her miles away from where she was now and she was still no closer to knowing what had prompted Gray's request. And, now she was damp with anticipation of another such night. As an afterthought, Susan gently ran her fingers along her thighs; he will like this as well - a small string bikini that hugged her ass tightly. Practically trembling with excitement, she got out of the car and walked to the door.
Gray answered the door smiling, offering a glass of wine as she walked in. He took her coat into the back and told her to make herself comfortable. Susan noticed that soft jazz-like music was playing and a myriad of candles were lit throughout the living and dining room.
Gray certainly never misses a thing, she mused.
Gray walked back into the room carrying a glass of wine and another bottle. He was still dressed from work, wearing a nice pair of slacks and a blue button down shirt. His eyes seemed to sparkle with mirth and she noticed that they were stark blue, a contrast to the normal dull mixed blue-green-grey color that had led to his nickname.
He sat down on the couch and asked how Susan's day had gone. She replied and they launched into conversation, Gray occasionally stooping over to refill her glass. A few different times he was close enough to kiss her, but, each time, he merely leaned back on the couch and resumed talking with a casual aloofness that he seemed to have perfected.
Damn, she thought, what is he about? He has to want me and know that I want him. And he did ask me to dress sexy.
Susan's inner thighs had begun to tingle slightly somewhere through the conversation. Gray had apparently just asked her a question but she had been too preoccupied thinking of the slight wetness that was beginning to form in her panties.
"No, you didn't tell me that before," she murmured, blushing slightly as she struggled to answer.
Damn you, take me she silently prayed.
But Gray did not. The conversation pressed on, Gray engaging Susan by asking her about her holiday plans. And more time passed and more wine flowed. Susan excused herself to go to the bathroom and stood up, taking care to be extra sensual as she walked to the bathroom. It worked - she could feel his eyes devouring her ass as she walked away.
Susan closed the door. God I am horny she thought as she finished up. Unable to help herself she briefly teased her clit. A slight sigh escaped. Maybe I have enough time...
But she didn't and she knew. And, she wanted to get back to Gray, she needed to get back to Gray. As she walked back into the room, Gray was pouring more wine - a new bottle had somehow arrived. She noticed with slight satisfaction and a new tingling in her pussy that Gray had a slight bulge in his pants as she sat down.
****** How much have I had to drink? she wondered as she began to notice that it was a bit warm inside. This thought was interrupted by the realization that Gray was kissing her.
Yes, finally.
Susan could not help but feel the passion as Gray's tongue lightly caressed hers. It was urgent but not aggressive. She could feel the hard cock that she had been eyeing in his pants brush against her stomach as his arms pulled her close. Wordlessly, Gary broke the kiss, grabbed her hand and led her to the bedroom. Upon entering she noticed candles lit all around the room.
Clever she thought. How did I miss this on my way to the bathroom I wonder?
With a light touch, Gray manuevered her to the bed, pushing her back, climbing on top of her and kissing her with more fervor. Entranced in his kiss she failed to notice that he now had her pinned to the bed and was slowly removing her blouse. She didn't resist - she wanted to be taken, needed to be taken. He reached behind her and slowly undid her blouse revealing her breasts. He stopped long enough to briefly flick his tongue across a nipple and then grabbed her arms again, insistently. Then, before recognition set in, he tied one arm to the bedpost and was already moving to the other.
"What are you..." she started before his "shh" quieted her.
She was now spread and tied to his bed, helpless. Gray smiled at Susan briefly and stroked her hair before pulling out one last scarf.
