A New Start 8

This is my first attempt at a story. The events are just slightly embellished to make for a better read.

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Waking up...Eyes open...WTF. Why can't I see...somethings over my eyes. I'll just...Whoa, hold on...why can't I move my arms! Stop...think for a moment. Where am I.

I'm Lucy, five foot and a bit of coffee coloured skin wrapped snuggly around my curvy features. Nearing 60 and allowing for child bearing and gravity I think that I'm still a bit hot and I have been told that I have unbelievable boobs...not large but still firm and very sensitive.

Having lost my husband 5 years previously I was kinda looking for someone to share my life with. I'd met Bill on line...yep, I know stupid, right. He sounded like the sort of knock about bloke that I could be interested in. An itinerant artist who travelled the country in a large mobile home. After not much correspondence we agreed to...

Wait up. WTF. Why are my wrists caught...No Wait!! Chained to the wall.

I remember!! We met at a small country store. He arrived on his bike. Not a lot of chrome and polish, more mud, dirt and a few streaks of oil. He stood a lean dry 5'8", long mousey coloured hair turning to grey on his beard. His first words were..."I'm in trouble."...I should have listened!!

I CAN'T BELIEVE IT.!! I followed him, not losing sight of his tight bum as he led me off down a dirt road...how bloody stupid am I? What was I thinking...

But how did I get from here to being chained on a bed, my eyes blinded...my legs...oh my god, my legs are tied, spread wide..Fuck.

We arrived at his camper van parked on a farm. It was a quaint rural setting. Green, peaceful...secluded.

I remember talking , gazing into his deep brown eyes trying to read his past...already hopeful of a future.

Whats that sound. Rhythmic throbbing matched to "oh my god" ...the pulsations pouring thru my clit.

On top of my pussy i feel a weight, not heavy but securely held in position somehow. A protuberance resting, vibrating...humming on my engorged clitoris. I can feel my juices running down my arse, my pussy hot wet and hungry.

Its incredible how good it felt to be able to just sit and talk to someone. We rambled on for hours, mostly me talking and him trying to get a look down my top. It seemed as if we had a fair bit in common.

Coffee turned into wine and a few tokes on a pipe did nothing to abate Bill's interest in my breasts. God I thought...is he ever going to kiss me.

A feather light touch ghosts across my throat and down between my breasts, I feel the bed move as he makes subtle weight changes.

I scream as I feel something penetrate my pussy. Long and thin and exactly what I need to push me over the edge into another mind numbing orgasm.

We kissed, at first he was hesitant, almost shy. Just brushing my lips with his until he sensed me responding...not hard to do as I was ready to eat him at this stage!! His kiss lingered, his tongue starting to explore my lips, his teeth nibbling my lip. My lips opening , my tongue poking and probing. Five years of need, desire burned thru my core. Synapses joined, blood flowed and thrumbed as I felt alive for the first time in years.

His tongue probed deeper, caressing my gums, tasting me for the first time before retreating again only to follow his lips down the hollow of my neck. Nibbling at the spot where my neck and shoulders meet then up again to meet my lips once more.

My thrusting hips were probably a good indication that i was liking where he was licking. We moved inside to his couch and talked some more. All the while his fingers caressed and teased...gently massaging my scalp or breath light touches on my neck ears and shoulders. I could feel my nipples hardening, a tingling between my thighs and wicked thoughts running thru my head. Should I let him touch me there... or there or...after all I'd only known him for 6 hours or so. Does he really want me or just want me. How can I tell...does it matter...what could go wrong.

OMG. Whats happening to me. Spread eagled, blind folded with my own juices pooling under my arse. Who else is here, just him or has he brought a friend to watch. How long have i been like this...my body humming in ways I've never felt before. Tired from climaxing more than I thought possible...yet pleading for more ...and my pleas are answered as i feel tentacles spread across my skin, moving slithering snake like, tracing curling patterns as they near my inner thigh before contracting, the tentacles merging, becoming one and lightning as i lose all contact for a heart beat...maybe two when...swish...I feel the lash of a cat of nine tails. Not hard...more a caress. Nine leather tongues lick my stomach then slowly, oh so slowly slither snake like towards my waiting hole.

The couch is wonderful but the bed looks very inviting. Soft and large with a metal head board. Now all I've got to do is to work out how to get a man I've just met to take me to his bed and still want me in the morning. I mean we ain't kids anymore but the fears are still there. What if he wants the lights on or wants to do stuff!!

His fingers continue walking, exploring the nape of my neck, the swell of my chest and now taking tiny steps, circulatory, by the by steps, meandering lower on my chest. My breasts, always sensitive are screaming for attention. To feel a touch...a kiss. Never have i felt like this. So wanting. Why is he keeping me waiting...or is that what's making me so hot?

His fingers stop as they reach my bra strap, slowly slide down the lace only to retrace their steps. Idle for a moment ..."I dont like these" he says. "Never have and never will, so is it ok if I slip it off your shoulder. I love to feel skin beneath my fingers. I love to touch, to taste...I would love to see you naked on my bed."

SWISH...Holy shit...he hit me...oh fuck it hurts but oh wow. The flick on my lips, my clit. Not hard but not soft either...oh wow ...I nearly came again. Now its moving again, this time undulating across my pussy, rising and falling. The bound leather rough on my exposed clit. Again I feel the lashes converging, coming together, preparing to leave my tingling skin. Now the mind takes over...whats going to happen next. Is he going to hit me again...harder...I hope he is..not harder...just again. Why's he waiting. Christ...my pussy's spasming...waiting.

I look down on her lying tied, sweating and beautiful. Her thighs spread. Her streaming pussy puffy and pink. Her nipples hard, breasts taut. Eager. Waiting

Her full lips frame a mouth slightly open. A plea held back or a moan yet to come. Waiting...

A blindfold covers those beautiful brown eyes that I know so well. Eyes that , if open would show fear and love...and horniness.

Do I lash her again...does she want that...does it matter what she wants...YES...thats all that matters...what she wants. Now the hard part, helping her to discover what she wants.

But first...my pleasure

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