Written by DeeBee

Fact
10 Jan 2017


They had spent months chatting, getting to know each other, perhaps even more intimately than most married couples. He had been luring her for months with whispered promises of stolen moments to be spent in ecstasy and passion, promising to teach her along the way and encourage her when her courage faltered, coaxing her into submission …

They had spent months, fantasying and role playing, always managing to excite and stimulate each other in ways new to both, as they discovered and pushed boundaries together. At times shy like young lovers in love, slow, gentle, sensual and unrushed and at other times overwhelmed by passion, ravishing each other in a wild frenzy of rough uninhibited exchanges of explicit revelations …

They had spent months, forming mental images of each other, although they tried not to fore fear of forming preconceived conceptions, these thoughts were encouraged none the less by secret peeps into parts of each other’s lives, thoughts, wants, needs, desires, fears and torments not normally shared nor trusted with others …

Fascinated by this man that had been tormenting her, his intellect and confidence obvious, his wit and humour amusing, his wisdom drawn upon, she had grown to trust him, she could no longer find reasons nor excuses to delay their meeting a moment longer, spontaneously she agreed to make her way towards him, rendez-vous to be confirmed en route …

Shutting her laptop, grabbing her bag, keys, mobile & sunglasses, she walked out of the office, leaving others to wonder, her heart pounding with excitement. Getting into her car, she opened the sunroof, feeling the warmth of the sun’s rays hitting her face, turning up the volume on the cd player, so as to sing along, reversing out of the parking, her eyes catching a glimpse of her flushed cheeks visible in her rear view mirror …

Driving along the highway, the wind blowing through her hair, she wonders about this man she is eventually to meet, now time to create a myriad of reasons to renege, start creeping into her mind, sensing this, he calls, giving her the hotel and room number staying on the line reassuring her til she had safely parked, assured that she had now reached the point of no return …

Her confident stride masks her fear, her mouth dry, her lips pale, her pounding heart leaving her out of breath, approaching reception to ask for directions, the receptionists look of distain at the noticeable lack of luggage evident, the receptionists knowing look however enthrals her more for being presumed to be a “charlatan” leaves her feeling ‘cheap’ in a sexy way …

Room 2017 was where he said he would be, waiting lying completely naked, apart from the black blindfold he promised he would wear. The moment the doors opened and she stepped out of the elevator, feeling the plush carpet beneath her shoes, she knew there was no turning back, her legs trembling, the adrenalin running through her body sending her on a natural high …

Walking towards their room, she could see that he had left the door slightly ajar, mustering all her courage she pushes the door open unsure and shy, what she saw left her momentarily mesmerised, her stunned senses trying to absorb all she could see, he lay there, the most sexy and delightful sight she had even seen, sensing her uncertainty, he patted the bed, indicating for her to come closer …

Sitting panic stricken on the edge of the bed, afraid to talk or move, her shortness of breath making her feel feint, his sudden request to describe how she is dressed startles her, in a shaky voice she explains that coming straight from the office meant that she was wearing black tailored slacks with a high waist (matador style), long sleeved cuffed crisp white cotton top …

Her brand new black and red high heel strappy sandals allowing her perfectly manicured, newly painted red toe nails to peep through, silky red tie for the effect, black braces for show, her straightened hair emphasising the jaggedness of her new hair style, her favourite silver hoop earrings in her ears and sunglasses still on her head …

Asking her to stand in front of the mirror, he tells her to remove her slacks, allowing them to fall to the floor and step out of them. He tells her to keep watching herself as he instructs her to unbutton her blouse, the red silky tie like a noose around her neck, her cuffs undone result in the sleeves hanging past her fingers, leaving the impression that she is wearing a man’s shirt …

Her legs are tanned, silky smooth, shapely and bare bar her ankle chains. She describes how her shirt now covers any delights that may await him, no visible clues as to what she wears beneath, she describes her all in one tight white stretch lace bodice and hints that it clips between her legs, perhaps a tight red g-string waits him …

He beckons for her to come closer he wants to smell her, he asks that she lay down and allow him to touch her, he needs to feel her skin and lingerie as he rubs his face and jaws across her body, his lungs filling with the smell of her perfume. His breathing too is laboured, his lust becoming primitive, he needs to conquer this woman that he has hunted for so long, wants to mount her but controls his urge …

Under his masterful touch, his hands run over her body relaxing her, his expertise obvious as he gently nudges her with his chin, persuading her to part her legs for him, his moan of appreciation, his warm breath and nose on the lace between her legs make her gasp, still blindfolded he undoes the clasp between her legs, slides her bodice up to her waist and starts licking and nibbling on her tight g string …

The feeling of sweet ecstasy washes over her as he takes her to new heights never felt before, silently she pleads for him to taste her, but he savours the moment instead, turns her over and starts touching her in a way so erotic she squirms beneath him, he straddles her and starts massaging the cheeks of her bum, the effect of his squeezing circular movements can be felt between her legs …

He slips his hands under her, exploring and squeezing her boobs gently as he finds her nipples, rolling them between his fingers, he gently pinches them, feeling them respond just like he knew they would thrills him, but he can no longer ignore his own urges and finding the string of her g, starts rubbing his tip between her cheeks, feeling the lace …

Arching herself wanting him to take her from behind, he controls his desires and turns her over again, lowers his head once again to smell the muskiness that he knows awaits him, running a finger between her swollen lips, she watches as he smells and licks his finger tasting her. His nakedness and masculinity driving her crazy, she wants him to conquer her yet she wants to touch him and taste him too …

Pulling her by her ankles, he slides her down the bed and straddles her above her face, he runs his soft tip across her lips, smearing her lipstick, his other hand under her head, he roughly grabs a handful of hair, lifts her head so as to make her open her mouth up to him so he can make her taste the saltiness of him on her lips and around her mouth, she wants to kiss him …

He flips her over, so that they now swopping roles, she is on top and he is under, she removes her tie so as to loosely tie his wrists to the antique wrought iron headboard, she doesn’t want him being able to touch himself nor her should he be tempted. She kisses him softly, with featherlike kisses, her lips so soft on his sensitive mouth. Her open shirt allowing him to suckle on her hard nipples, enjoying the moment, she feels a gush of wetness between her legs …

He tells her to remove the blindfold, but will only open his eyes once she is sitting in the chair, he has instructed her to sit with one leg hanging over the arm of the chair, the other spread open, exposed for him to see when he opens his eyes, he tells her to slip the spaghetti straps of her bodice off her shoulders and push her tight bodice down into her waist but to leave her shirt, shoes and g string on …

He opens his eyes taking a few moments to focus, he looks over to her and immediately feels the stiffening and hardening between his legs at the sight of her. Her shirt is parted enough to show glimpses of her exposed breasts and erect pink nipples, her parted legs drawing his eyes like a magnet to treasures on offer, he can see the passion and wanting in her eyes …

He tells her to rub her hand over her panties, he wants to see her petite slender hands running along the red lace, he can see the damp lace starting to stick to her and tells her to push her panties aside so as to see what forbidden fruits are on offer, the sight of her milky juices tells him that she is now ready for what he has in mind, and so taking out his camera, he asks her to pose for him …

Him wanting to take pictures of her excite her even more, fore she knows that there will be times that he will be looking at those pictures secretly again, she imagines that he will be touching himself and smelling her panties as he watches and remembers their day spent in the throes of passion, a never again to be repeated experience … (To Be Continued, Another, Work In Progress) ... ;-)