You walk into the bedroom, and see a set of clothes laid out on the bed, along with a small piece of paper and an envelope. You had just finished eating the bowl of fruit that I had left for you. "Good idea," you thought, "enough to keep me from being hungry, but not enough to fill me up." There on the bed is your black skirt, slightly above the knee in length, along with your long-sleeved white blouse, the one with the nice trim up the front. There is also a pair of light tan stockings and your favorite garter belt, the dark one with the orange flower motif, a pair of white lace-top socks with a cute pink bow, your black pumps with the buckles, and a cute white hair bow. Your special silver purse is there, too. It's small, and always contains your pocket rocket vibrator and several condoms. You pick up the note and read it. "These are for after your shower. Take your time, get yourself nice and clean, and get dressed and open the envelope."
You have been looking forward to tonight for several days; the chance to go out and have a great time. The anticipation has been building, and you are quite eager for some fun tonight. Stepping into the shower, you notice the enema bottle and smile. Once you get really aroused, you love it when I tongue you from you clit down to you ass and back again, so you are happy to get extra clean.
After your shower, and a little bit of our favorite perfume, you take your time getting dressed, getting your hair and makeup just right. On putting on your blouse, you notice that the buttonhole for the top button is taped closed from the inside. "Whatever," you think, shaking your head. Your breasts are small, and you really don't have any cleavage, and even without a bra there's not much to see. The button between your breasts is still buttoned, and the frills on the front tend to cover up your nipples. You always thought that this blouse makes you look flat anyway.
Being fully dressed, you reach over to the bed and open the envelope. Inside, there is a note saying, "Check your voice mail." You shake your head, for you had just checked your voice mail before your shower, and there was nothing on it. Tonight is a special night, and the excitement builds as you go check your voice mail. There is a little static, but you hear my voice saying "meet me at our favorite hotel at 8:00pm, room 350."
Grabbing your purse, you head out to your minivan, where you find an envelope on the steering wheel. The front of it reads, "Open this when you get to the hotel parking lot." You put it down and drive off, though you have to work hard to keep your mind on your driving, as you are eager to get where you're going, longing for a romantic, sexy, time. Hopefully a romantic dinner, or going out to a romantic spot, but with the shower and sexy clothes, you're thinking that I will want a little action first, though it would be a shame to mess up your hair and makeup before going out. You don't normally like "quickies", preferring romance and foreplay, but tonight you could go for one, after several days of snuggles, words, touches, and thoughts have you more than ready. You know that you are already slightly wet between the legs.
Pulling into the hotel parking lot, you find a nice spot, stop the car, and open the envelope. Inside is your pair of lavender Nipple Huggers nipple jewelry. Looking around to make sure no one is looking, you unbutton your blouse, and carefully put the huggers on your nipples, bringing them fully erect. You button you blouse, and wonder how noticeable they will be, under the lacy front of your blouse. Taking your sunglasses and your purse, you walk across the parking lot and into the hotel.
It's not too busy, but there are a few people inside, one here, two there. People can't help but notice you, as you are the only one walking in at that particular time. You hope you don't look too obvious, but you certainly look sexy. Making your way to the elevator, you press "3" and check yourself in the elevator mirror. You walk out, and find your way to room 350, straighten your clothes, and knock on the door. You heart is beating a little more quickly than normal, as you eagerly await my answer. It's pretty close to 8 PM.
After knocking on the door, you take a deep breath, and take a quick glance around. Then you hear someone at the door, but instead of opening it, a note slides underneath. "Put this on, walk inside, and close the door." Then a blindfold slides underneath. You sigh, and think "Oh, brother." Do you really have to put the blindfold on, right here in the hallway? Knowing that we sometimes use a blindfold when making love, or sometimes we use it just for a surprise, you put it on, thinking that if it were for a surprise, I would just tell you to close your eyes, take your hand, and walk you into the room.
As soon as you put the blindfold on, you hear the door open, but I don't come out. After an awkward silence, wondering why, you feel for the door, push it open, and walk in, closing the door behind you.
There is some kind of music playing. You're not familiar with it but it's nice; it sounds classical, but not old, not an orchestra, but piano and woodwinds. There is also the smell of scented candles in the room. "Nice touches," you think. After a long minute or two of just standing there, you are finally approached. Instead of the kiss you were expecting, you feel my hands on your shoulders, turning you around to face the door. I place my hands on your shoulders, and you feel my body pressed against your backside. I sensually rub your arms, stomach, and hips. I take your hands and pull them back towards me, pressing against you more and kissing your neck. Still holding your hands, I move back.
Quickly, I slap a set of handcuffs on your wrists, binding your hands behind your back. This is not what you wanted, but we've done this kind of thing before, so you go along with it. I continue to rub your front side, while standing behind you. My hands run over your hips, lower abdomen, stomach, chest, and neck, but I carefully avoid your tits and crotch. I know that the more I arouse you without touching your hot spots, the hotter you get. I know that when I finally touch your nipples, are long, long minutes of teasing them, you will gasp at the excitement. Although your breasts are quite small, you have fat chunky nipples that are very sensitive, and you love for me to suck them. Once you get fully aroused, you like them handled a little more roughly, though not painfully so. Your hands are conveniently at my crotch, and you try to get your hands on my cock, to feel the softness of the skin, to feel it growing ever larger in your hands. You love the way it feels.
More and more I tease and pleasure you body. What was a light touch is now more heavy and suggestive. You move your hips as I press my hands on your body. I pull your shirt tail out of your waistband and touch your skin, almost to your nipples, just lightly grazing the nipple huggers. Pressing my hands against your tummy, I unfasten your skirt, and help it fall to the floor. I help you step out of it, then back away to gaze at you.
Your white, round ass is so sexy peeking out from under your shirt tail and garter belt, the white tops of your thighs highlighted so well by your tan stockings. You see your butt ass being fat; I see it sexy and round. My cock is ready for you. I walk back to you, and the first thing you feel is my stiff cock in your cuffed hands. I move it down between your ass cheeks and reach my fingers around to grab your hips, pulling you towards me. My hands play with your tummy, and reach further and further between your legs, until they find your wet pussy lips. You moan softly as I touch them; you are so wet.
By now, I am handling your body a little more roughly as you respond more and more, and get hotter and hotter. I'm pressing my cock between you legs and running my hands over your tits, tummy, and pussy, fingering you closer to the edge. I would love to make you cum.
I turn you around, spread my own legs, and put my cock against your clit. You ride it back and forth, rubbing your wet cunt lips and hot clit against the hard shaft of my cock. Soon I hear your gasps and feel your body jerking as you climax on my shaft. You keep moving on my cock, rubbing your clit on it, until you slow down and start to relax. Taking a few deep breaths, you lean your face against my shoulders.
I take your hands and help you to kneel down. I, too, am about to cum, and hate to waste it. I position you kneeling down, leaning slightly back with your shoulders against the edge of the bed, part your lips with my finger, and slide my stiff cock between your lips, and start fucking your face. This is not your favorite thing, as you prefer my thick hard cock in your wet pussy, but for now you have no choice.
Slowly at first, then deeper and more rapidly I move my cock in and out of your mouth. My balls hang loose and slap against your chin. On the verge of cumming, I rub my head against your lips until my cock erupts, and dumps its load onto your tongue. I don't stop. I keep moving my cock in and out of your cum-covered lips, although slower now. Some of my cum runs down onto my sack, and a little bit drips onto your white blouse. A string of cum connects your chin, my balls, and your blouse.
