This is a story of growth. A story of exploration, of self-imposed limits and boundaries, and how those limits and boundaries can be passed and extended within a loving, caring relationship. If reading about love and tenderness is offensive to you, I suggest you move to another site more to your liking.
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We are at a wedding party, a grand affair which has required us to 'dress up'. Just who's wedding, is irrelevant, but having received the invitation, our first joint invitation to anything, addressed to 'Kate and Sara' as a couple, I have persuaded you that we will go. I like to think of it as our official debut.
We are both dressed in deep green.
You are wearing a gown, not dissimilar to a wedding dress. Tight corseted satin bodice, laced at the back, but in such a way that glimpses of your white soft skin are visible through the lacing, leading the eye upwards to the expanse of creamy white shoulder, bare except for the silver chain around your neck, on which is hanging a single green stone in a delicate silver mounting which I had given you that morning.
Your red hair, shining and luxurious, left loose, falls softly around your face, down on to your shoulders, the perfect frame for the sparkling, mischievous green eyes, which always seem to hold a promise of adventure and excitement, tinged with gentleness and softness. And love.
The bodice has no decoration, it is completely plain, apart from the boned stitching. There is no need for anything else when you are in it. The bodice barely covers your nipples, but lifts and holds your succulent breasts in a way which has me drooling every time I look at you, itching to just stroke that quivering flesh. The stitching for the boning has been designed to be visible, creating elegant pathways along which my fingers travel all evening, transmitting my touch directly to you.
The bodice curves out slightly over your hips, with the front dipping downwards in a point which finishes just above your pussy, taking the viewer's eye there involuntarily, and a shorter, similar curving point at the back, stopping just above your ass - a ploy that draws the eye continually.
The soft silk skirt flows gently over your hips, to the floor, drifting cloud-like around you, moving in a gentle swishing sound as you walk.
Underneath? I know - because I saw you put them on - that there is only a black satin suspender belt and black silk stockings. No panties. There is, however, a pleasure belt, which it gave me great pleasure to put on you. During the evening - our preparations and since arriving - I have occasionally turned the belt on low, not too much. I want you to enjoy the evening, not be overcome by too much sensation. Just enough to add a distinct frisson to the occasion, and a particular meaning to the glances which pass between us.
My outfit is also in dark green silk, based on an Indian design. Long slightly fitted top, dropping past my knees, with side slits to my hips. Long sleeves which extend to a point over the back of my hand, just at the knuckle line, the neck has a mandarin type collar, with a gap in the front, revealing a similar silver chain around my throat, but without the stone. The collar then drops into a slit which provides occasional glimpses of a deep cleavage and generous breasts. The material hangs in soft folds, and clings occasionally, but otherwise only provides the hint of the shape underneath it.
With the top, I am wearing pants of the same soft material, loose and comfortable, becoming narrower at the ankle. The looseness is necessary to allow the wearing of my favourite black leather harness. And the pants contain an extra surprise, which you will discover later.
We arrive just in time for the meal, our entrance causing a slight stir; and why not. We are an unusual couple. I sometimes wish I was taller for you, but if it doesn't bother you, it doesn't bother me. We get round it.
During the evening I insist that you have several glasses of wine, knowing how just one glass makes you incredibly horny. I was looking forward to the effects of the wine in combination with the pleasure belt, with which I teased you during dinner; the teasing resulting in your hand spending a lot of time caressing my thigh under the table, occasionally dipping dangerously closely to my centre. I am also without panties, and the wetness caused by your touch was lying in my folds and curls, seeping into my harness, making my lips rub wetly and slickly against each other.
The silk of my outfit seems to draw your hands to me, like a magnet, you have been touching me.
All evening.
When we dance - only the slow romantic ones - in the low lighting your arms are round my shoulders, and your hands trail slowly over my top, around my neck, down my back, and, under the pretence of brushing off a speck, lightly over my breasts, making me shiver. The effects of the wine are making themselves known. To use your own words, it makes you 'as horny as a cat in heat'.
Occasionally you allow your hands to slide inside the side slits of my top to inch around my sides and back, caressing my skin, but also to drop lower and stroke my belly and my bum cheeks through the silk pants, making me shiver. The first time you did this, you discovered the presence of the harness, and your eyes lit up in expectation, the devil in you leaning closer to me, and whispering in my ear, the things you wanted me to do with that harness, making my mouth dry, my heart pound, and my pussy grow even wetter.
My response to your teasing was to simply flick the remote in my pocket, and feel myself becoming more and more excited and aroused at the sound of your moans in my ear, and the tightening of your hands on me.
The belt? It was a double whammy. Pussy and ass. Your favourite combination. Nothing too big, but enough for you to know they are there, especially when they are activated. I especially love the way, as the evening wears on, your eyes close briefly, and your teeth lightly grip your bottom lip when I turn it on.
I watch your face. I love the way it makes you hold me closer, your hands on my bum, pulling me close against you, and the sound of you breathing in my ear, and your whispering, growing need. After an hour or two of this activity, your teasing had become soft pleading, "Kate, take me home now. Fuck me. Take me anywhere, just fuck me."
The anticipation is delicious, as I turn it off, and hold your gently trembling body against me, "Soon my love, soon. Just a little longer."
The evening is becoming late, and both of us are now far too interested in each other to take much notice of the proceedings or the conversations going around us. We take our leave of our hosts, and as we turn to leave the room, your hand in mine, I reach in my pocket and flick the switch, turning it to the second level. You gasp, and grip my hand, faltering slightly in your walk, and turning to look at me, your mouth slightly open, tongue flicking out to lick your lips, you mouth two words at me, just two words. "Fuck me."
Smiling at you, I nod my head, and lead you from the room, drawing your hand through my arm, as I reach to my pocket and, with a grin on my face, flick the switch up to the third level, the sound of your moan adding speed to my walk.
As we reach the lobby, to your surprise, I turn us away from the main door, and head for the lifts. You falter slightly, and look at me questioningly. I simply smile at you, and with my hand on your back, urge you into the empty lift.
Once inside, with the doors closed, and the floor selected, you practically pounce on me, pressing me against the wall, your breasts tantalisingly close to my mouth, your arms each side of me, your mouth a breath away from mine. "I hope you are prepared for a long night, because your teasing has driven me wild. I am going to fuck your brains out." Your mouth descends on mine, taking my lips fiercely, as you thrust your tongue between my lips, scouring my mouth with your passion and lust.
Your kiss is wiping all coherent thought from my head, but through the haze of passion and need, I manage to get my hand to the remote and flick the switch to the final setting, making you move closer against me, grinding yourself against me, moaning deep into my mouth. "Oh God, Kate, please, fuck me. I need it, you, so much."
Pulling my head away, I move my hands to your face, and kiss your lips softly, lovingly, "Soon love, very, very soon."
The lift 'pings' our arrival, and I gently ease you off me, and lead you out to the hallway, your walk becoming a stumble in your need.
Briefly, through the haze of your desire, you again realise that we are not on the way home, and look at me questioningly. "Where are we going?"
I stop in front of a large door, and turning to you, smiling, point at the name plate by the door. "The Bridal Suite". Using the key card I had collected earlier, I open the door, push it wide, and before you realise what is happening, have lifted you into my arms and carried you across the threshold, and using my foot, push the door closed behind us.
"Aren't the bride and groom sleeping here tonight?" you ask me.
"Not this time love, they are going away for their honeymoon, so I thought it would be fun for us not to have to trudge across town to get home after the evening. It's ours for the night. Tonight, we are the happy couple." My smile widens as I watch your face taking in what I have just said.
