The Resort Pt. 02
I am sitting at an outdoor table at the resort restaurant, lingering after finishing a late lunch. The air is warm, and a soft breeze blows through the trees. My husband is on the golf course and won't be back until late afternoon, so I am trying to decide whether to go into town to do some shopping or just lounge around the pool. I gaze out at the surrounding landscape for a while, then I bend down to gather my things, still undecided how to spend this lazy afternoon.
"Hello."
I know who it is before I look up. A few days ago, a beautiful girl my husband and I met at the pool fantasized about what it would be like to be tied up in bed, and we happily agreed to make her wish come true. We haven't crossed paths since the encounter, but now she is standing next to my table with a shy smile on her face.
"Hi," I say, smiling back. Without a trace of shyness I should add. Although I'm not sure what the protocol is here.
"Would you like to sit?" I ask, motioning to the chair across from me.
"Thanks," she says. When she is seated, she is still smiling, although I can't read the expression on her face. I gaze back at her, not sure what to say.
"Guess what?" she finally asks.
"What?"
"He agreed to do it."
"Who? Do what?"
"My boyfriend. He's back from his business trip, and I decided to be honest about my feelings and needs. So I told him about our evening together. He was shocked at first, but then intrigued. We talked for a really long time, and he finally ended up agreeing to let me tie him up."
The shyness has disappeared from her broad smile. I gaze back at her, not sure what the right response is. "Congratulations" doesn't seem appropriate, and "that's great" is somehow inadequate. Finally I lean forward.
"It's always best to tell the truth about what we want and need," I say, going for a serious look but only being partially successful in suppressing my own smile.
She laughs. "I know, for sure."
Our eyes meet for a moment, then we gaze out at the mountains in the distance. After awhile she turns back to me.
"Would you like to watch?" The shyness has returned to her demeanor.
My eyes widen. "Watch?"
"Yeah, you know, kind of like a mentor. You could maybe give me tips. Or ideas about what to do."
I look hard at her. "I could do that now."
"I know, but I'm kind of turned on by the idea of being an exhibitionist." She meets my gaze, the look in her eyes all innocence and purity.
"Plus," she adds, "you're the pro, I'm just a novice." She searches my eyes. "You wouldn't participate, that would be too much for him. Just an observer. A voyeur, if you prefer." Now she is grinning.
I mull the idea over in my head. I've never been part of a bondage session and not participated. It all sounds...enticing.
"Does your boyfriend agree?"
"I mentioned it to him. He hesitated, but he didn't really disagree." She looks at me. "I think maybe he just wants to see who I let tie me up."
I stare at her, searching her eyes.
"Just you, though, not your husband."
I think about it some more, and ask myself why not. "Okay," I finally say, watching the girl's face light up.
"Wow, great," she says. "Tonight, my suite. Same time as before. I'll leave the door unlocked."
She gives me a broad grin, then stands up, walks around the table and bends down to give me a kiss full on the lips. As she walks away I can already feel myself getting wet.
The rest of the day passes in a blur. I end up going to the pool and trying to read my book, but I can't concentrate or stop thinking about the girl. A few days ago she had never experienced bondage, now she wants to be a domme. She feels a little like my protégé, and I shake my head in wonder. Finally I head upstairs, where my husband has returned from the golf course. When I tell him about the girl and her invitation to me, he puts on a mock pout that he's not included. But then I put my hand over the bulge in his pants and grin up at him.
"Don't worry, I will tell you everything."
After a leisurely dinner on the veranda of the resort restaurant, we return to our suite and I prepare for the evening. What's the appropriate attire for a voyeur? I settle on a tight but not too revealing sleeveless top, short shorts to show off my legs, and sandals with a low heel. I turn to my husband and twirl for him.
"How do I look?"
"Good enough to fuck," he grins, a twinge of jealousy still on his face.
I give him a quick kiss, check the time on my phone, then head to the girl's suite. In a moment I am standing at her door. I am about to knock when I remember that it will be unlocked, so I turn the latch softly and enter the suite, locking the door behind me. When I move into the sitting room, the girl gives me a little wave. She is dressed in a thin pink camisole, a red thong, and killer stilettos that accentuate her gorgeous legs. Her long wavy blonde hair is tied back in a ponytail. Her boyfriend stands in front of the open French doors, facing out to the balcony. He is wearing cargo shorts and a black blindfold, his hands clasped behind his back. A pair of padded handcuffs are already attached to the metal curtain rod above the door.
The girl holds her finger to her lips, then motions me to one of the plush chairs in the room. As I sit, she moves to her boyfriend and turns him around, telling him to raise his arms. She deftly slips the handcuffs around his wrists, then stands back to look at him. He is standing framed in the open doorway, his arms stretched high and wide. Their suite is on the top floor, so no one can see him, but sound travels far in this setting and I wonder how quiet he can be.
I study his lanky body, displayed and vulnerable to his girlfriend. I can't see his eyes, but his scruffy beard and tousled dark hair suggests that he is young and cute. He is taller than she is, but with the heels she is almost the same height. She gives him a quick kiss before whispering in his ear, loud enough for me to hear.
"If you are a good boy and don't cum too soon, I will let you tie me up some time."
He moans softly while she grins at him. She moves out to the balcony and nuzzles him from behind, stroking his outstretched arms, his back, then down the sides of his shorts. She takes her time, her touch soft and sensuous. She comes back into the room and stands in front of him, touching his face, running her hands over his chest and stomach, then lightly pinching his nipples. I watch his body undulate slightly at her touch. When she cups the bulge in his shorts, his lips part and his breathing quickens.
Her fingers deftly unfasten the buckle of his belt, then she slowly eases his shorts down his legs. When he steps out, she bends down and strokes his calves and thighs, fingertips first, then palms, her hands finally hovering near the tent in his black briefs. She straightens, her fingers brushing his bulging cock through the thin fabric, and kisses him lightly on the lips.
"Are you having fun yet?" she whispers in his ear.
"Yes," he responds in a low, raspy voice. It is the first time I have heard him speak, and it's clear he is enjoying himself.
She steps back and glances over at me. I give her an encouraging thumbs up, and she smiles brightly. She flicks his cock through his briefs a few more times, then hooks her thumbs over the waistband on each side. Her boyfriend holds his breath until she pulls them all the way down his legs. His cock bobs out, not fully erect yet, but thick and eager for attention. She kicks the briefs aside and stands back to look at him tied naked and helpless in the doorway, his body backlit by the fading light.
She begins to lightly touch his cock, just the tip at first, her fingers dancing and teasing. When she strokes the sides between her finger and thumb, his shaft swells and grows hard, a soft moan escaping his lips. She continues to stroke him, slowly and methodically, before increasing her speed. When he is fully erect, she squeezes it in her hand and kisses him hard, plunging her tongue into his mouth. He kisses her back, pushing his body against her. The kiss is deep and sensual, and I feel the moisture forming between my legs as I watch.
When she breaks the kiss and lets go of his cock, he groans audibly. She gives me a quick smile, then kneels in front of him, her hands around his legs, her mouth inches from his needy cock. She flicks her tongue on the tip, then lightly licks the underside. He can't keep his body still. When she takes just the head between her lips, he moans and pulls against the restraints. She slowly sucks and licks, continuing the tease. I watch the blood course through his cock, until she suddenly goes down and takes all of him in her mouth. She holds him there, staying still for long moments before suddenly pulling away.
"No," he begs. "Don't stop."
"Remember what I promised if you don't cum too soon?"
He replies with a deep groan. She fingers his balls for a moment, tight against his scrotum, then takes him in her mouth again. This time she moves up and down in a slow and steady rhythm, and his hips push against her. She cups his ass with both hands, then increases her speed. His mouth opens wide and his breathing quickens. It is clear he is close, and I'm sure he is about to cum into his girlfriend's mouth until...she pulls away again.
"Oh fuck," he cries, "oh fuck."
She stands quickly, then removes the hair elastic keeping her hair in a ponytail. She shakes her hair loose, doubles the elastic, then slips it over her boyfriend's throbbing cock and under his balls. He groans at the sudden pressure, his swollen cock an angry red. She fondles the tip for a second and gives him a quick kiss, then reaches up and removes the blindfold. He stares at me for a moment, perhaps forgetting that he had agreed for me to be in the room, but then looks at his girlfriend. He glances at me again, but it is soon clear that he only has eyes for the gorgeous girl standing in front of him.
The girl steps back and looks down at his throbbing shaft, admiring her work. Then she moves next to him, putting her arms around his neck and rubbing her thong against him. She kisses him softly, a sweet and sensuous kiss, then steps away again and gives him her best demure smile. When she pulls the camisole over her head, his eyes go immediately to her perfect breasts. She cups them in her hands, fondling her swollen nipples, still smiling sweetly. When he finally looks up and meets her gaze, she hooks her thumbs around the thin straps of the thong and ever so slowly pulls it down over her long legs until it puddles around the stilettos. She steps out, kicking it to the side, sliding the fingers of one hand between her legs. Her boyfriend stares, his eyes wide with lust, his arms taut in the restraints, his cock bobbing. I think I might be as turned on as he is.
Perhaps reading my mind, the girl turns to me with a grin and walks over.
"How am I doing?" she asks.
I grin back at her. "You're doing just fine. I don't think you need any help from me."
"I know. But it's more fun to have you watch. And maybe it's my turn to tease you."
Then she bends down and takes my head between her hands and deep kisses me, her tongue stabbing into my mouth, tasting me, exploring everywhere. I eagerly return the kiss, flashing back to our encounter a few nights ago, and it takes every ounce of my willpower not to get up and fuck her right then and there. When her boyfriend groans in the doorway, she reluctantly ends the kiss and turns to him, the look in her eyes sultry and mischievous. She stands and fingers her pussy again, and I suddenly realize that my panties are sopping wet.
The girl moves back in front of her boyfriend, still idly fingering herself, seemingly deep in thought. Then she goes to her bag on the floor by the sofa and pulls out a thick curved dildo with an attached clit vibrator. She holds it out for her boyfriend to see, a wicked grin on her face. He moans and shakes his head, a frantic look on his face. His need to cum is overwhelming, the hair elastic keeping his thick cock hard and fully engorged. I almost feel sorry for him.
But all he can do is watch as his girlfriend moves to the sofa and sprawls, her legs spread wide, her pussy glistening. She keeps her gaze on him while she plays with herself with one hand and fondles her erect nipples with the other. He stares at her and tugs at his restraints again. She gives him a small smile, then picks up the dildo and puts it in her mouth, sucking the head with her pursed lips. She puts it at the entrance to her wet hole, pushing just the head into herself and holding it there, still keeping his gaze. He moans softly as she starts to fuck herself with the toy, slowly and deliberately, all the way in, then all the way out. When she increases the speed, her eyes become hooded, the pleasure washing through her body in waves. Her boyfriend and I watch the show, enraptured.
Just as I think she is about to cum, she opens her eyes and pulls the toy out. She looks down and thrusts two fingers deep into her sopping cunt, then gets up off the sofa and walks to her boyfriend. Giving him a wicked smile, she pushes the fingers into his mouth. He licks and sucks with a frenzy, tasting her juices, his stiff cock waving helplessly in the air.
"Please," he whimpers, "let me cum."
Holding his gaze, she slaps his throbbing cock. Once, twice, three times. Not hard, just enough to remind him she's in control.
"Not yet." Her voice is low and throaty.
He groans and continues to pull at his restraints as she walks back to the sofa. She lays back and settles herself, her legs splayed, still wearing the heels. She looks at him for a long while, then at me, then picks up the dildo and plunges it deep into her vagina. She fucks herself furiously for a few moments before keeping it all the way inside her. When she flicks the vibrator on and holds it against her slippery clit, her mouth opens and her eyes close. Her hips start to move against the toy and her legs begin to tremble. I glance quickly at her boyfriend, his moans by now almost pathetic. When I look back at his girlfriend on the sofa, she too is moaning, close to the edge, her orgasm imminent. She has forgotten about us, the need in her body obliterating all thought. She flicks the vibrator to high, pushes against the toy for a few brief moments, then cries out in pleasure, the orgasm crashing through her beautiful body in waves as she continues to thrash naked on the sofa in front of us.
When she finally comes back to earth and her body quiets, I look at her boyfriend tied in the doorway. There are tears in his eyes. His cock is still hard and throbbing, his balls tight and blue. He has just watched his girlfriend give herself a powerful orgasm. His own need is overwhelming, but there is nothing he can do. Now I really am sorry for him.
His girlfriend gets up and walks over to him.
"Did you enjoy that?" Her voice is all sweetness and innocence.
His only response is another deep groan, a look of desperation in his eyes. She stares at him briefly, then wraps her arms around his neck, pulling his mouth down to hers. She kisses him passionately, pushing her bare pussy against his pulsing cock. He kisses her back and tries to thrust against her, but she just holds the kiss for a long time before whispering in his ear.
"I love you" she says softly.
He is overwhelmed with emotion and need, but before he can respond she reaches up and swiftly unfastens his wrists from the handcuffs.
"Get down on the floor." Her voice is husky with desire.
He quickly lays down on the thick area rug in the middle of the room, his cock pointing to the ceiling. The girl straddles him, pinning his wrists to the floor above his head, and bends to kiss him again, a long, lingering, sensual kiss filled with unbridled passion. He pushes up with his hips, but she won't let him inside her yet. Just as I begin to wonder how much teasing he can take, she pulls away from the kiss and sits up, guiding his cock to the entrance to her sopping hole. She takes the head into her pussy and squeezes, and his groans fill the room. She bends over him again and holds his wrists to the floor. They stare at each other, their eyes filled with lust and love and overpowering need. His eyes close as his cock becomes his whole world. She watches him closely, then plunges down on his hard shaft, taking all of him inside her, and he trembles and shakes and she bounces up and down and he yells and thrashes under her and she fucks him furiously until they both go over the edge and scream out their pleasure together as the sounds of sex fill the room and spill out the open doors to the balcony and the world beyond.
I rise from my chair and quietly let myself out of their suite. When I get back to my own suite, I let myself in and proceed to thoroughly fuck my husband's brains out.
"I'm curious, have you explored the world of BDSM with your boyfriend now after telling him about our encounter?"
"Since our encounter, I've also discovered an interest in exhibitionism. It's quite thrilling to be seen and watched during our sessions."
"Bondage and tease and denial have become a common theme in our explorations. He seems to enjoy the role of submission just as much as I enjoy the role of domination."
"Voyeurism has also become an interesting aspect for both of us. Watching me express myself physically has become a part of our shared desires."