Sonya dozed a little while Tony slept. She managed to extricate herself from under his arm. The time period between the morning coffee and now had passed in a blur of erotic pleasure. It was now just after midday and she regretted not having a snack when offered. She wasn't sure if the knot in her stomach was entirely due to hunger or the multiple intense orgasms she had experienced. Either way, she needed sustenance.
She slipped on her light cotton dress and shoes quietly. She consciously neglected her underwear. She knew her bra was in her handbag but she had no idea where her panties resided. She picked up the room key together with her handbag and noiselessly slipped out of the room.
The walk to the cafΓ© was an experience in itself. She could feel the semen leaking from her, her labia rubbed as she walked heightening her arousal. Sonya was getting horny just walking. She purchased a few light sandwiches from the cafΓ©, the retailer barely taking his eyes of her breasts as her served her. If asked what colour her eyes he would have no idea.
Sonya returned to the motel room with her food and slipped inside the door as quietly as she had left. She turned to check the bed and was alarmed to see it was empty. She listened for a moment and heard the shower running and assumed his location. She placed the food on the small table, slipped off her dress and shoes and joined him in the small cubicle.
The water was hot and abundant. Tony welcomed her by dragging her in by her arms. She crashed into his chest and was immediately kissed hard on the mouth. He released her from his grip and proceeded to wash her, paying particular attention to those areas he had assaulted with his cock and mouth.
He spent considerable time ensuring that the small strip of pubic hair above her mons was soft and shampooed. He adored the sculptured pubic hair even more than those complete shaved in the Brazilian style. The "landing strip" directed the observer's gaze to her clitoris hidden under the hood of her folds.
They left the shower cubicle together, Tony toweling Sonya dry with meticulous care. He finished by standing behind her rubbing her hair dry. To Sonya, it was almost like a massage. She closed her eyes, enjoying the attention. Her hair was almost dry.
A soft cloth covered her closed eyes and before she realised, Tony had placed her in a blind fold. She turned unseeing trying to determine what was happening; her hands were suddenly cuffed together. Sonya could feel his hands at her neck and realised he was fitting a neck halter.
"Kayak is the safe word, if you're frightened, say Kayak and I'll release you" he whispered
Tony led her into the room by gripping the links between the cuffs and her halter. As she was blinded, her other senses were now more acute. Her senses of touch, smell and hearing were at a heightened level. The bed she lay back on was cool to touch. He raised her arms above her head and when he released his grip, she found herself tethered.
In an authoritative voice, he commanded her to roll over onto her stomach. Compliant, she did so and tensed, waiting for the next sensation. When it came, it was soft, barely noticeable. A feather or similar, sliding down her back, slowly. It felt so sensual, she moaned with pleasure as the object slid own her spine, to the cleft of her buttocks. Without realising, she opened her legs, hoping he would toy the feather on her genitals.