Night is falling like a velvet hammer. Art and Cindy had been out hiking and playing with each other all day. Cindy wore her favorite denim skirt, it barely covered the curves of her ass and showed off her long tan legs. Her yellow blouse is tight at the waist with the top three buttons open to reveal ample cleavage. There is a hint of dark nipple visible where the thin material is stretched taught across her breasts. The couple spent the day teasing each other. Cindy was rubbing her breasts against Art, bending and stretching to show off her breasts and ass. She had conveniently chosen not to wear panties or bra for the trip. Art spent most of his time stroking and rubbing Cindy in all of the places he knew would get her excited. The large bulge in his jeans revealed just how excited he was by all of the day's activities. Art worked very hard to keep his cool through the afternoon explaining, "I have a special surprise at home."
Cindy continued to tease Art on the ride home. She unbuttoned the straining fourth button of her blouse and flashed several truck drivers on the interstate. Art moaned and tried to concentrate while she rubbed his hard cock through his pants. Cindy grinned and teased, "You like me teasing the truckers." He nodded and forced himself to concentrate on the road not her stiff nipples. She continued. "Would you like to see those BIG truckers lick my tits?" She squeezed her breasts together and offered them to him. "Or maybe my wet pussy?" She lay back and stoked a finger over her swollen pussy lips and moaned. Her eyes twinkled as she finished, "I know, you want them to fuck me with their big, thick cocks." She slid a finger into her dripping pussy. She was so wet and excited she could barely stand it.
Art was relieved that the house was in sight. "Lucky for us we are home already." He turned in to the drive as twilight dimmed the sky. He pulls her hand up to his lips and kisses the wet sticky fingers. "Let's go inside." Art suggests.
Cindy stares into the living room as they enter. The lights are out and there are candles stationed all around the room. She watches as Art walks around the room lighting them. "Wow, you do have a special surprise for me." Her libido shifts in to high gear. Cindy begins swaying and dancing when the music starts. She spins around the main post separating the hall and the living room. Her hands caress her body, nipples stiffening as they are stroked through the blouse. There are a few of her favorite toys laid out on the coffee table as well as a few scarves.
A gentle kiss from Art stops her dancing. Her knees tremble with excitement as he takes over, leading her back to the wooden post at the edge of the room. "Allow me." His tone of voice is instructing, not asking permission. Cindy follows his direction as he kisses her, harder this time. Their tongues mingle and they back against the column. Her hands are guided up over her head by Arts strong arms. He holds her arms in place with one hand and breaks the kiss. The other hand drags a silk scarf over the exposed cleavage of her breasts.
Cindy opens her eyes and looks lustfully at her partner. The cool smooth silk always did driver her senses wild and he knows it. She groans as the scarf caresses her breasts and neck. She glances at the table trying to recall when he picked it up. The silk caresses her arms, sending shivers down her spine. A small glint in the corner catches her eye. The new video camera is set up on a tripod, partly hidden by the curtains. "What exactly are you planning?" She turns to ask.
Art is standing beside Cindy, looking at her straining blouse; the stiff nipples are easily seen beneath the tight blouse. "Just a little surprise." He studies the glistening drip beginning to inch down her thigh and knows he has prepared her well. "You look secure. Try to get out of that." He challenges.
Cindy looks up surprised to notice that her hands are still raised. "Oh My!" She exclaims. She tugs on the nylon cord wrapped around her wrist, the silk scarf covering the loop that is tightly holding her hands. The other end is attached to a small but secure hook near the roof. The twist in the rope secures her wrists and leaves a little slack allowing her to move a couple of feet in any direction.
"Good." Art smiles while watching Cindy twist and pull at her new wrist bindings. He smiles and reaches down, tracing the drip of juices with his finger. His hand slowly glides up her thigh to the source of the drip. Cindy groans as his fingertips run along her swollen pussy lips she can see the slight gape of them in her mind as he explores over them. The fingers brush over her sensitive clit on their way up her taught stomach. Art leans in and whispers, "This is just the beginning." He kisses her biting and sucking her lip.
Cindy leans forward following as long as she can when he moves away. Their kiss is broken when Art moves back over to the table. He looks over the assortment of toys and picks up a second silk scarf. He chooses a black scarf and begins folding it lengthways to darken the material even further. Cindy quivers as she watches him carefully fold the scarf and then place it gently over her eyes. The darkness envelops her making her skin tingle with excitement. She can still hear Art moving around the room, until he turns the music up. There are hushed noises that she must strain to hear. Cindy imagines Art is removing his clothes somewhere near by.
Art returns to the post and admires Cindy stretched out for his pleasure. He caresses her arms and watches her shiver at his touch. His hand glides over her breasts, a finger tracing the path between the two heaving mounds until he reaches her blouse. He tugs at the shirt and is satisfied to feel the button pop off. His strong hands easily repeat this with each of the remaining buttons.
Cindy is blind to his movements, but can feel the gently caresses and the strong hands stroking her body. The first button popping free startles her, but each successive button sends a shiver down her spine to her clit. Then he pulls the shirt aside exposing her breasts to a gentle breeze. The chill makes her skin tingle. With her arms raise the blouse is effectively stuck, or so she thinks. Art pulls at the edge of the arms and with a harsh ripping sound he tears the top shoulder of the blouse on each side. The torn material falls away leaving Cindy exposed to Art and his ministrations.
Art drops the shredded shirt and glides down to her skirt. It is one of their favorites. He unzips the side and slides it down letting it fall to her feet rather than tear it apart. His eyes and hands explore her body caressing her breasts and stomach, kissing her neck and lips. He slips a foot between her feet and guides her legs apart. He whispers into her ear, "You are all mine tonight." He runs his hands up her sides and turns her to face the column. His hands slide under and around her breasts while his mouth kisses and nibbles down her back.
Cindy feels his hands guiding and stroking her. "Oh yes." She moans, whether in response to the caresses or his statement he cannot tell. She arches her back and leans down pressing her breasts into his hands as they guide her upper body lower. Her feet spread slightly apart move back shifting her into a leaning position with her ass out and up. She shivers as the cool breeze touches her damp pussy. Then there is a warm breeze from Arts waiting mouth. Her quivering pussy nearly explodes when his lips kiss her dampness. She groans as his hands glide back to her thighs. She can hear noises as he shifts around to lap up the nectar from her pussy.
Art licks and sucks at her lips, the juices tasting wonderfully sweet. His hands pull her lips apart allowing his tongue to dart deeper into her. She is groaning and holding tight to the rope as she leans forward and thrusts her hips back towards him. He watches the sway of her pendulous breasts as her body moves with his licking. He holds her tightly and pulls her hips back onto his hungry mouth.
Cindy stands mouth agape as she enjoys Arts expert tongue. She lets his hands guide her hips. She moans when she feels his hands gently caressing her back. "Oh!" She exclaims when she realizes there is and extra set of hands on her back. The mystery man reaches down to cup her breasts, they squeeze and massage her tender breasts rolling the nipple expertly in his palm. The rough texture and strong grip of his hands brings to mind a big tough trucker, just like the dozen or so that she had teased Art with earlier. Her mind is doing back flips over the idea when a warm wet mouth closes over her right breast. 'Another!' Her thoughts race as her body quivers. Cindy wonders just how many people are watching her.
