Friends Commons: Saturday Afternoon
On a Saturday afternoon, Chloe thanked me for the gesture of purchasing the tab and surpassing her expectations. She claimed that all three of her friends had requested my phone number, but I didn't fully trust that. I simply replied that it was fine by me, expecting no further connections.
After completing some tasks, I studied a bit and embarked on a trip to the bar, where the abundance of empty seats pleased me immensely.
"Wow, if it isn't the notorious ladies' man," Jack jested.
"Cut the commentary, buddy," I requested. "Just serve me a drink."
"But how did you end up sitting with those four? They tend to avoid any potential enthusiastic flirts, even among their regular patrons."
"Honestly, I met the ginger girl in a coffee house----" Stopping there as I realised I'd forgotten to mention that Chloe was a redhead, "—learning about microbiology while pretending to show interest in my pointless views on modern history. She happened to be born during a time I consider less significant."
"The blonde was quite fond of you, and didn't you discuss the concept of bondage when at the bar?"
"Well, Chloe is quite imaginative, and I've lived in places other than a small town, so sometimes she becomes engrossed in reminiscing about my past. Although I may have some boundary problems, as you're aware. And oh yes, I was nestled beside Katie, who was simply weary." Jack giggled.
"I don't know their names, do I? More than most even mutual acquaintances have gathered."
"I guess it would be disrespectful to sit with people for such long durations yet not offer any formal introductions."
I intermittently browsed the headlines on my phone, yet my thoughts remained preoccupied with my unusual experience. Fed by excitement, fear, and confusion, I analyzed how my life had been influenced by Chloe thus far. Despite genuinely enjoying her company, I sensed a shift in our arrangement. Previously, it had been predominantly transactional, yet there seemed to be more to it.
"Look who I ran into," Katie greeted me.
"Fancy running into you here," I smiled, noticing her wearing a light cotton summer dress with an effortlessly messed-up ponytail. Enhancing her natural beauty and making the need for makeup painfully obvious.
"I unsurprisingly slept well the night after our mini-adventure last night, after enduring questions from her friends. Like you'd anticipated, I feel extraordinarily comfortable in your company."
"And what exactly transpired?"
"I can't entirely recount it yet. Once I recovered from the anxiety caused by being in public, it was precisely what I needed."
I nodded. "Maybe you should express your feelings of comfort and care so you are able to comprehend them."
Jokingly smirking, Katie inquired, "What actually happens when I request to be tied up again?"
"To begin, you'll need to be completely sober. If we grow closer, we'll discuss our vital interests and boundaries over some wine. Then, we'd negotiate the terms before we proceed."
"Those aren't conditions I expected in broad daylight."
"I wasn't either," I sighed, feeling the need for a sip of liquid.
After a period of silence, Katie enquired, "So, what's next in our... arrangement?"
"First, you must express your desires while sober and thoughtfully. No manipulative coercion, please."
"Fine, if I want you to replicate last night's experience, what'll happen?"
"Initially, I'll request that you undergo an inebriation screening. Should we develop a deeper understanding, maybe we'll have a glass of wine. Understand that everything is contingent upon my discretion. When we're confident in our connection, we'll discuss the specific dynamics and events."
Katie waited for my next move. "You plan on making me verbalize it, don't you? OK, fine. When we desire similar activities, how does it unfold?"
"I'll clarify the significance of feeling comfortable with a mutually-agreed-upon level of liquor, and what tune we need to be on for me to proceed."
The woman consented, and what transpired next was a bizarre, intriguing, and stimulating exchange. She divulged how she stumbled upon pictures of bound females, her covert endeavors to seek out TV shows and movies featuring ropes and leather. Stories that captivated her, which she masturbated to. She recounted a few unpleasant encounters with boys and one with a girl, where she tried various things. It was apparent her playmates only considered themselves. She was merely a tool for their enjoyment.
I told her that some individuals liked to objectify themselves, or be objectified, but not me. She wondered whether she had a penchant for pain- being struck had never surfaced in her fantasies. I enquired if she favored a level of discomfort. "Indeed, that's the term I've been looking for. Discomfort is acceptable. I don't want to be hurt, but I long for a slight degree of anguish. Would you say that's a thing?"
"It is, and it's something that intrigues me as well."
"Fantastic." She leaned toward me and planted a kiss on my cheek.
"We'll see."
She swiveled her stool to face me. "So, can we return to your place?"
"Nope."
"Why not? I'm prepared, I'm not tipsy, and I've waited so patiently." She attempted to look disgruntled, but that wasn't her forte.
"Denial and delaying pleasure is part of the ways I engage, yet I also insist upon sobriety. Until we're better acquainted, you must be fully sober. I won't compromise. Not even for your imploring gaze and pouting lips - which I doubt you can maintain."
"You bastard, I need lessons from Olivia."
"That approach may work on men, but not me. Tell you what, savor the evening, mull it over with your buddies if you'd like, and contact me. Then, we can organize a time. You can make your way to me, or I'll make my way to you - whichever you prefer."
"Chloe warned me you'd behave this way, and I dislike when she's right. But she typically is."
"That's annoying, as well." Taking a sip, I casually inquired, "Did you enjoy the lighthearted games last night?"
"How could you even inquire? Of course I did - why else would I search for you?"
I couldn't resist flouting my principles. "Would you care to attempt something before I bid you adieu?" She agreed joyfully. "The restrooms here can accommodate one individual at a time." Whispering, "Go to the woman's room. I'll knock on the door within two minutes. Before I arrive, remove your shoes and underwear, yet maintain your dress. Quickly, decide whether to comply or object."
She gawked at me, exhibiting the same expression of fascination and anxiousness I remembered from before, abruptly stood up, and dashed toward the restroom.
I delayed for five minutes, intent on being spiteful, informed Jack I was using the restroom, returned, and knocked on the bathroom door. I unlocked it, stepped inside, and adopted a brighter environment. There she stood - confronting the wall, barefoot, arms behind her and holding a red pair of panties. Instead of engaging in something more, she was undoubtedly hoping for an exciting encounter.
I latched the door. As I circumnavigated her, I caressed the center of her back, traversed her nape, and slid into her hair. She was motionless, breathless. I could discern in the reflection that she'd shut her eyes. I glided my hand back down over her gown, traversing the small of her back to her waist. I navigated my hand back up, into her hair, and hugged her head. I leaned in, appreciating the delicate aroma of her hair and skin, reflecting on how privileged I was.
I hoisted my fist into her ponytail and gently tugged her head backward. Not to cause anguish or surprise, but to demonstrate how easily dominance could be surrendered. I tenderly kissed behind her ear. She expelled the trapped air in her lungs and inadvertently loosened her hands, her panties drifting to the floor.
Tightening my grip on her hair with my right hand, I unfastened my belt with my left. I led her wrists together, then employed the belt to fasten her crossed hands at the nape of her neck. Her knees resting on her shoulders, wrists nearing the base of her neck, I clutched the belt and her hair, alternating my hold.
I maneuvered around to her front, leaned near, and instructed, "Open your eyes and gaze at me." Her gaze was one of desperation and amazement, her parted lips and shallow breathing accentuated by her dilated pupils. If only I had the liberty to explore further at that moment, but protocols are regulations. And while I enjoy imposing waiting games on others, I appreciate this as well.
I lovingly traced the front of her dress with my palm, weaving my fingers between her firm breasts and sliding them across her toned stomach. I lifted the fabric of her garment, raising it above her belly button to reveal her smooth skin. I couldn't help but admire the sensation of her soft skin under my touch. She gave me a curious look, waiting for my next move. I pointed downward with my fingers and inched them closer to her lips, eventually caressing them and gently parting them with my digits. Her breath quickened and her eyes narrowed, appearing worried.
I gently held her in this position, enjoying the intimacy for what perhaps felt like an eternity, but was probably only a short 30 seconds. Her legs trembled and I slowly lowered her back down to the frosty bathroom floor.
I raised my soaked finger to my lips and inhaled the scent. I hesitated for a moment, yet managed to resist going any further. I'm not certain what came over me, but I had an ulterior motive planned. I stared into her eyes and resignedly stated, "Open your eyes, my dear."
I waited patiently, and then repeated, "Open your eyes," more softly this time. Federica's eyelids flickered open. I revealed my fingertip, moistened by her arousal and escorted it to her mouth. Her mouth opened and I pressed it against the roof of her mouth. Both of our eyes locked together as I kept inhaling her fragrance, a perfect blend of lust and passion.
Careful to maintain her tightly bound wrists, I slid my free hand down her spine. I pushed her towards me so she could sense my arousal. Then, I let her go. I bent to pick up her panties, on my way towards the exit. Federica still standing at the door, her hands bound and clasped behind her back and looking agitated.
"I'll cover the tab for you. Sit tight for a few minutes, I'll leaving shortly. Say hello to the girls and if you would like to talk again, call me tomorrow. Remember, no drinking if we meet up."
I glanced back to her, observing her rear look straight back at me in confusion, a dash of anger, and a hint of elegance.
Chapter 3
I received a text from Chloe that same night, just prior to bedtime.
"Dear God, what did you do to her?! She's in a state I've never seen. It's fun - not bad - but you've got to teach me how you pulled this off."
After 10 minutes of silence, I replied, "Truth be told, I've never left you like that. We'll need to discuss this... don't forget, you just met her."
Admittedly, I slept much better that night without having to resort to pornography.
It was a lazy Sunday morning when I awakened, ordered breakfast, and commenced tidying my dwelling. The cleaning was thorough but not forced. I showered, cared for my nails, and simply made myself look presentable. I proceeded to sit down, plan to start my reading.
Just as I was about to begin, there was a knock on the door. The sudden sound made me leap in fright. I calmed myself and welcomed my guest inside. Katie burst into the house, approaching me straight away.
"You know what you did last night!? You nearly drove me insane - I couldn't think straight - two guys at the club kept asking me out, I might've killed them! What the heck was that? Can you hate me?"
"Greetings to you, too."
"Spare me your nonsense. I caught up with the girls last night. I'm more than a little upset right now," she said, seating herself on the lounge.
"Wonderful, I heard you had a fantastic time with the girls? What a sight we all would've seen if you acted like that guy I mentioned earlier."
A swift slap to my chest quickly followed. "No fun, you asshole. I was practically comatose last night and I barely managed to cum! You mercilessly teased me."
"Do you question me?"
A hesitant look spread onto her face. "You're not a teenager. You're... do you know who you are? I've never before encountered a man who'd defer his own satisfaction, let alone mine."
"Believe it or not, I am not a child. Nor am I quite a full-fledged adult. Somewhere in between lies my nature." I brought her a glass of water. "Feel free to imbibe, I'm having iced tea."
"No, I won't be fooled again. Nothing for me, thanks."
"You have my apologies. I'm sure you'll understand that this is not your usual reaction, for I've exhausted you."
"Not at all. But why would you hold off your own satisfaction, as well as mine?" she questioned with a stern look before slouching back into the couch.
"I would never be referred to as a boy. And I'm surely not just a man. You've got the idea, but you can't comprehend my nature."
I reside in a 1920s-era cottage with just five rooms, these rooms having high ceilings and excellent sunshine. The space isn't vast, fitting comfortably for one individual. It boasts artwork, an abundance of books, cozy seating, and a kitchen I'm proud of.
"Gosh, the last time I visited a man's place that was clean and well-maintained was ages ago. Oh, you also have a wonderful kitchen. Are you an expert at cooking?"
"One of my joys, although desserts are more my forte than anything else besides grilling. Do you cook as well?"
"Yes, but wait, are you attempting to divert my attention again?" I just smirked and handed her the iced tea.
"I've inquired of you before, but this time I haven't had any alcohol - what's next? This fear of mine is intolerable - talk to me."
"Let's go back to the living room," and I sat on the couch, while she sat facing me, cross-legged, on the floor.
"Educate me, as succinctly as possible, about your desires. What you enjoyed from the past two days, your boundaries, and particularly anything you dislike."
She peered at me. "If I knew, there would be no need for me to be here, wouldn't there?" For the first time, I believed her pout.
"I apologize. I enjoy teasing you, but not like this. In truth, this time, we need to be absolutely certain I comprehend you - the stakes are too high for both of us."
"Agreed."
"I vow we'll figure this out together. I'll inquire directly and answer as accurately as you can."
She appeared to loosen a tad, gripping my knee tightly. "It's that I'm nearer to something I've longed for..." She gazed deeply into my eyes, almost pleading. Despite my age, I was moved, and somewhat aroused by her displays of emotion.
"These questions are not meant to frustrate. If you can, respond directly. If you can't, endeavor to articulate your thoughts randomly; I assure you I won't criticize. Anything you reveal will remain between us, and we can stop whenever you wish. Okay?"
She reclined on the couch, took a gulp of tea. "Okay, start asking."
"Which scenario brought you more pleasure - being bound and left alone, or being touched last night?"
"No ice-breaker questions? Something simpler to address?"
"No - this method is the only way I know, unless you'd rather quit."
"No, no, no. No more quitting." She paused, glanced out the window. "Obviously, I enjoyed both and the first led to the second. I could've spent hours like I was on Friday night. Lacking direction but safe, feeling my skin against itself. Leaning on you. Particularly when you secured a belt around my legs - wow..."
Another sip. "But yesterday, oh my goodness. I was unprepared for the sensations of having your hand in my hair and my arms restrained above my head. And when you... I don't know what to call it - gripped me? No one has ever done that to me before. It was electrifying. I almost ejaculated right there." She glanced into the distance for a while, shut her eyes. I remained silent.
"I believe both, actually. One leading to the other. But if required to choose..." she looked at me and I nodded in agreement "then the manner in which you gently governed me yesterday. That was unforeseen, unexpected, and so distinct from what's available online. Does that make sense?"
"Absolutely." I took a sip of tea, shifting in my chair. "Did the presence of others during those two encounters enhance or lessen the experience? Were you mindful of being in a bar's bathroom yesterday - or was that not relevant?"
"I'm unsure, I didn't reflect on it. I enjoyed the risk of discovery on Friday night, and cherished the fact that my female friends were present. They've likely never admit it, but I suspect they were slightly envious it was me rather than them. However, I could've been anywhere yesterday. I utterly forgot we were in the bar. That's intriguing, now that you mention it. I have no clue how I'd have reacted if someone had entered on us." She gazed at me again, surprise and discomfort on her face.
"Was the rate suitable?"
"Slow and thoughtful? Yes. Why are people so hasty?"
"Since they're buffoons, but I'm not alluding to them now. Maintain focus, please."
"Sorry."
"If we had more time yesterday, how would you have desired things to conclude? Did you like that you were abruptly cut short? Did you long for it to continue?"
"First off, fuck you [laughing at me] I loved being deprived of more - but damn you. Yes, I desired you to continue touching me. I yearned to bend over the sink and be fucked by you. I yearned for you to command me to do something for you." She leaned in. "I desired a lot more."
Have you imagined doing things you've never tried before? Like, for instance, engaging in sexual activities you've pondered about but never attempted?
"Yes! It simply didn't cross my mind that I might want to try that, but in that mindset, I would have," she replied as she leaned back, fixating her gaze on me. "Have you always had this impact on women?"
"Not at all. And by the way, I'm merely trying to gauge your thoughts. Let's get down to brass tacks. Which was more significant - the pleasure or the discomfort?"
"I enjoyed being forced into a position and held there," she revealed.
"Did you want it to escalate? Intensify?"
"I'm not sure." She slipped back onto the sofa. "I wasn't pondering anything specific, and I cannot speak for how I'd respond. Perhaps - yet maybe not. Is that clear?"
"Completely. Our mental wirings may vary, and while some folks instinctively know what they prefer, most of us do not. Could you entertain some specific queries, and deliver an immediate response? Pause and deliberate."
"Yeah, I can." She nodded.
"Suffocation?"
Her hands shot up to her face, and she whispered, "Oh my god, I can't believe I just said that."
"Harder hair-pulling?" "No"
"Spanking?" "Yes, but only as part of something else - not on its own."
"Got it. Being overpowered physically?"
"Sounds thrilling," she beamed, gazing inquisitively at me.
"Simply being moved around without consent?"
"Oh, that sounds like a blast."
"Various positions?"
"Whatever's convenient at the moment. I appreciate them all."
"How do I induce pleasure in you?"
"Oral and fingering are fantastic options for me. The girls find it odd because I favor being on the receiving end rather than on top."
"Truth be told, my friend, there's nothing unusual about that."
"How good are you at oral sex?"
"I feel I'm proficient, but it's not my favorite. Nonetheless, I relish having something in my mouth when we're getting jiggy." She gawked at me, perplexed. "I've never shared that with anyone."
"No judgment. Moving on. Speed or endurance?"
"Well, it relies on the current mood and how long it's been. Right now, having been left in this state... fast would be phenomenal." She raised her knees up, piercing me with her gaze. "When will we act on this?"
"Easy there, let's slow down a bit. Do you have any queries for me? Is there anything else I should know?"
"I've never fancied mature gents, and, well, I've never humped someone as old as you. Sorry, it's the truth."
"Comprehensible. And speaking of humping, using protection?"
"I'm on birth control, but I'd still want to use condoms." She paused to think. "If it's not too personal, what's the reason for this pursuit? It's not like I'm someone out of the ordinary."
"First off, after my line of questions, nothing's off-limits. Two, you are exceptionally unique. You and your circle of companions are extraordinary. You're beautiful, intelligent, curious, and interesting. Who wouldn't want that?"
"And what's so intriguing about me? I know I shouldn't be, but my curiosity outweighs my good sense."
"You're curious, and our proclivities align. Bear in mind, though, you have the power to cease this whenever you like. No one will ever find out. You can control when and how this story progresses. Okay?"
"Is that a fair arrangement for you?"
"Fairness has no place here."
"In that case, it's more than acceptable."
She arose and approached the door. "So, where's the BDSM chamber or the like?"
"Excitement on hold, dear. I've been tidying the dwelling, but there are other preparations I need to make. Are you free tonight? What's your timetable for tomorrow?"
"My first class Monday isn't until the afternoon, and I have no plans tonight. I won't be seeing the girls."
"I'm an elder - remember? I wish to know how much leeway I can offer you. Head back home, catch some z's, unwind. No self-pleasure." She snickered, displaying a hint of exasperation. "Reappear here at 7 PM. Snack, but refrain from overindulgence. I must plan."
"You're intent on teasing me with the wait, aren't you?"
"I'm that apparent?" I chuckled as I guided her to the entrance. I lightly kissed her. "See you later."
She stared at me as I opened the door, held our gazes for a moment, then exited.
In the waning hours of the day, I grew more restless than I cared to admit. I've experienced many things, done countless deeds, yet the anticipation that rested on my shoulders now threatened to overburden me. But I wouldn't let Katie know that.
As I was waiting, Chloe sent me a message, but I didn't reply to it. I wanted to keep my promise and not involve her friends at this moment. This was her tale to tell, and if I was fortunate, she would let me listen in.
I drained a glass of wine: she couldn't imbibe, but I could. The lights in the room cast just enough illumination so I could see what I was doing without being seen from the outside. I had music playing softly, just loud enough to provide some privacy. She may not realize I was doing this for her, but I didn't want her to worry should she ever change her mind.
There came a knock at the door. "Come in -it's open." She was even more radiant in the evening light. She'd switched back to a summer dress and flats. Her hair was once again in a high ponytail, and I could tell she wasn't wearing much under her dress as the streetlight shone through the fabric.
She locked the door, debated, spun, strode towards me, and extended an closed fist. I extended my hand and she placed a pair of black satin panties in it without looking away from my face. I put them in my pocket and reached for her face, my hands resting on her cheekbones. I leaned in to kiss her. She tensed, then relaxed. When I opened my eyes, she was still staring at me, her eyes alight with struggle, then flight, then struggle again. Her hands remained at her sides. My hands moved to the back of her neck, touching the goose bumps that rose on her skin.
I encircled her from behind, never straying from the nape of her neck. She was still and silent besides her breath. I slowly slid my hand up, down, then back up her back, until my grasp reached just behind her ponytail. I firming my hold, she leaned into me. I released her and moved to the couch.
"Strip your dress off. Slowly, don't turn around, and don't move, just undress."
With each push, her dress slipped from her shoulders and fell to the floor. I marveled at the sight of her lovely back, covered in fair, fine hairs. She attempted to use her arms to cover herself, "Stop, keep your arms by your sides." She halted as I commanded. "Now walk backwards towards me without turning around. Trust me, I won't let you fall." She nodded, gingerly stepping back until her lower back met my outstretched hand. I guided her to place her hands behind her back. I traced the side of her thigh with the fingers of my right hand. She attempted to move, but I blocked her attempts. Instead, I moved my hand in sync with her motion, maintaining pressure without causing friction.
"No moving unless I tell you, alright?"
With only a faint "ok," she complied.
I traced upward, and then permitted her to lean into the touch. My hand began to glide across her spine. "Do you trust me?"
She nodded, barely perceptible.
I slid a finger around the back of her calf, working my way up her leg until my touch reached the inside of her thigh. I then quickly moved up to grasp her forearms, while simultaneously my right hand slid between her legs, causing her to rise up on her toes. She gasped, looking at me.
"Didn't I tell you not to turn around? Focus on your gaze."
I could feel her pressing down and around on my hand. She achieved movement, but I didn't acquiesce. I matched her motion, not allowing for friction. My palm was warm, moist, and my proximity enabled me to appreciate how wonderfully she smelled.
Loosening my upward pressure, she settled on her heels. Using my left hand, I grabbed the straps and other materials beneath the pillow and wrapped them around her lower arms and legs.
With both hands now free, I bound her ankles, knees, waist, and chest with a succession of straps. I left them loose enough to ensure good blood flow, but tightened her chest-strap firmly to draw a sharp breath from her and pressed against what I hoped were erect nipples. My right hand fiddled with the straps, tying them together at her back.
I cradled her body in my embrace. She started to perspire, though she was naked in a cool room.
I whispered, "Is this what you craved?" She nodded in response.
"Speak up."
"Y-yes."
"What do you mean, 'yes'?"
"Yes, I wanted this."
Carefully touching her arm and back, I gently rubbed them, avoiding sensitive areas - just her skin. I slowly brought our faces together, standing only a few inches apart. Raising my right hand, I wrapped it around her neck lightly. "Look at me. Open your eyes and see my face."
She slowly focused on my face, which brought back the look of questioning and hesitation - a battle between pleasure and fear. "I hoped you'd feel like that - unsure if you should give in or resist."
"I honestly don't know. I want this but I'm anxious."
"Which is stronger? Do you want me to stop?"
Pause. "Don't."
"Katie, remember we agreed not to use a safe word? If you say the word 'stop,' I will."
"I remember. No games."
I smiled, keeping her eyes captivated. Then, I pulled on her belt at her waist and pushed her downward while her skin became taught. Concerned, she began to panic, so I assured her, "I'll keep you from falling. Just go where I tell you." Loosening my grip, she allowed me to push her body down while still staring into my eyes. Letting go of her belt, I grasped her hair, turning her head back and forth before bringing my head back in to kiss her. Our lips locked, embracing, waiting for each other's mouths to move naturally. Then, I drew my fingers across her mouth, and she followed with her tongue, sucking the wetness from my fingers. Distracted, I reached for another strap, clenching her chest and knee bands together. With her upper half now bent forward, her eyes frantically shifted between my face and her knees, curious and bewildered at the current situation. Pausing when her face could no longer look up, I tied off the belt and kissed the side of her head.
"What's going on? I can't breathe! It's so tight, I don't understand, what should I do?" her words trembling, the panic swallowing her voice.
I kneeled next to her, placing my feet on either side of her waist, and returned my right hand to the back of her neck. Softly, I caressed her skin and uttered, "Relax. You're fine." Kissing her neck, I moved behind her, wrapping my arms around her. Minutes passed, and she entered into a trance, humming softly.
Spending a considerable amount of time in this position, I eventually stood up and removed the strap connecting her wrists, causing her to land on the floor. She looked uncertainly at me, both relieved and anxious. Kneeling beside her, I leaned down and captured her neck again, whispered in her ear, "Would you like to try this?" The gag in question made its appearance in front of her, and she looked up at me, nodded, and attempted to smile through the gag.
"Before you can try, you need to ask."
"Please, put the gag in my mouth."
"I will constantly monitor your condition, and if I have any need to stop, I will. Just be aware, you won't be able to say anything."
"Yes, just use the gag."
I attached the straps and placed it between her lips, then carefully buckled it shut. The usual questioning look returned to her eyes, eyes showing fear and anticipation. Sitting alongside her, I began manipulating her face, gently patting it until she closed her eyes and returned to her state of pleasure.
Remaining silent for several minutes, I eagerly explored her skin, stroking it with my left hand and tracing her body with my right. After a while, I moved my fingers between her lips, coating them with her natural lubrication. Applying more pressure, I inserted one finger into her and changed the rhythm - speeding up and slowing down until she happilly rocked back and forth. Thinking to myself, "Two fingers," I added another. Relaxing her grip, she respected my advance, using me as her body moved beneath her. Feeling confident in her enjoyment, I lifted my hand, forming into a fist, and pressed it upward against her front wall, creating a sense of confusion. I released the pressure and resumed circular motions, watching her body respond to my touch.
After I removed my fingers, her eyes flickered open in anticipation. Licking my fingers, a memory I'll take with me forever, I re-entered her. Without hesitating, I increased my tempo and applied steady pressure until she approached climax. On the brink of ecstasy, she pushed my hand away.
Yielding to her desperation, I leaned in and told her, "Adjust how deep by adjusting your depth."
Grasping for each other's fingers, we moved in sync while my hand slowly slipped out of her with her guidance. Confident she was in control, I slid my fingers within her again, this time clearing the way and letting her move. She reached my fingers for me, pulling them in their urgency.
I stood still, observing as the tension built, the movements grew more frantic. I allowed her hips to dictate the tempo of my fingers. When it appeared she was about to climax, I gently pulled back her head. Her eyes opened wide, confused, disoriented, and then, she climaxed. It was a spectacular moment.
I left my fingers inside of her, pushing upwards but not moving. I held my ground, patiently waiting. Slowly, she started moving again, applying more pressure. This time, I maintained my hand in her hair, tilting her head in different directions. She climaxed once, twice, perhaps even more before my hand slowly withdrew. Wrapping my arms around her, I held her sweat-soaked, stunning body, my nose buried in her fragrant tresses, inhaling her intoxicating scent.
Following a few moments, I took off one strap at a time, first releasing her chest from her knees, then ankles, and lastly wrists. As a result, she rolled over and rested her head on my shoulder. I grabbed the throw off the sofa and draped it over her. We rested there, me listening to her heavy breaths.
Afterward, she raised her head, staring at me.
"Welcome back. Should I get you something?" I asked.
"My mind? Some water?" she replied.
"You should stay here, I'll be back shortly," explaining my departure before retrieving a pair of glasses. She was seated on the floor, knees held tight to her chest, leaning back against the sofa, covered in the blanket. I positioned myself on the sofa beside her and handed her one of the glasses. She took a small sip, clearly pondering, resting her head on my knee.
"Don't ponder too deeply. Don't second-guess or worry - you'll have plenty of time for that afterward, if you're anything like me. Just enjoy. Are you okay?"
"Okay?", she frowned at me while sipping her drink. "I've never felt better, and I'm not sure how to handle that." She sat up, facing me on the floor. "Where did you learn to do that?"
"Experience. I've learned from many incredible women who bestowed upon me their time and affection. Subconsciously." I took a sip myself. "Who knows."
Katie moved to her knees, covering herself with the blanket and resting her chin on my knee. "I felt safe, challenged, thrilled, and a myriad of other sensations. You're the one who made that all happen. You are remarkable." Leaning in, I placed a tender kiss on her lips.
The room fell quiet, her head on my leg. Suddenly, she lifted it, tossing aside the blanket. "Wait a second - you're still dressed? Can't I do something for you?" Her hands reached towards my pants.
"Stop. Stop. Stop." I took her hands, placed my fingers between them. "I am content. Reaching my age, experience trumps outcome. If I had wanted more, I could have, yet this was all about you. I simply wanted to touch you, smell you, feel you."
Dumbfounded, she gazed at me. "I'm struggling to accept that. Aren't you frustrated or something?"
"That is a lie young people tell. With age, experience becomes more valuable and stimulating than the outcome."
She continued to scrutinize me. "I'm beginning to understand some of the things Chloe spoke about you. Not sure I believe them yet, but we'll revisit that at a later time."
I raised an eyebrow. "If you'd like to see me again, feel free. I'm not simply a man to use and abandon."
"That's reassuring. Though, I need time to process things. I have to work tomorrow and I am exhausted." She started rooting through the sofa in search of her garments. I stood, retrieved her dress, smoothed it out, and handed it to her. No matter, I didn't return her underwear.
"Are you sure you can make it home?" I asked.
"I'll be fine," she mentioned as she dropped the dress and wrapped a new blanket around her body. "It's just too soon to face the world or the other roommates. I'm too raw." She glanced at me. "Are you implying I can't stay with you?"
I'm recommending the guest room since I'm a loud snorer. And you said you need a restful night, while I have no commitments tomorrow.
"I'd prefer not to be alone."
"Let's reach a deal. Curl up with me - I'll make sure you're soundly asleep before I start making noise like a train. If I disturb you, just poke me and I'll head to the guest room."
"No way, I can't force you out of your own bed."
"You can, and you'll appreciate it. Swear to me."
"Yes boss."
"Avoid make jokes like that - it's kind of freaky. I'm not anyone's master, and you're not anyone's slave. Cool?" She agreed. "Let me take you to the bedrooms, show you the bathroom, and locate a t-shirt and shorts for you if you like. Do you want a bath?" I wished not, as she smelled marvelous, but I should be a decent host.
"I go to bed naked, thanks. And I shower just in the morning, as long as you're okay with lying next to a sweaty, stinky individual like me."
"If that's a mess, I'm unsure I can handle you neatly."
We went to the bedroom and slid into the sheets. She snuggled up next to me and fell asleep almost instantly. I really wished to stay the night, but I know my snoring. After around 30 minutes, when I knew she'd make it through the night, I tucked her in, kissed her cheek, and shifted to the other room.
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