I looked across at my selection. 'Something sweet to start with', I mused. All things tasty, I wanted her to enjoy, not be repulsed, so no real surprises. I could tease, but I didn't know her well enough yet. This was just s little game, getting to know her better. What she liked. Her reactions. A true learning experience for me, perhaps also for her. A little fun. It was also to be about her. I only wanted the satisfaction of her pleasure in my attention. I wanted to leave with her longing for more, and to return again for the pleasure for me next time.
So for this encounter, although I was in charge, my focus was on her. My own needs could wait, but then again, perhaps they were being satisfied from the moment I suggested 'lunch'.
I chose a strawberry, always a good start. Good quality, she deserved the best. I held it close to her lips, letting the scent drift into her nose. She smiled, recognising what is was, relaxing now she realised that it was something she would not recoil from. I pressed it against her lips. She didn't move. I hesitated realising now that she was truly being obedient, waiting for my instruction.
"Bite" I said.
She opened her mouth slightly, moved forward and bit through the fruit. The juice ran across her teeth, she sucked in. I pressed the strawberry back against her lips, she bit again taking the remainder in, her lips turning red. I placed my own lips to them, tasting the flavour myself. Sweet. She smiled again; she was enjoying this game.
I chose something savoury. A piece is sushi. Even though I didn't know her too well, I had checked for any allergies. I wouldn't want her hyperventilating and turning red on me, well not in response to food anyway. I touched her lips, signalling for them to open. She bit forward, a little shocked at the saltiness at first, but then a realisation of what it was. She nodded her head in appreciation, pursing her lips.
I continued in this way, alternating sweet with savoury, some bites greeted with a nod of approval, some getting a shake of her head. But this lunch was just a prelude. A prelude to my touch. I wanted to explore her. I wanted to make her feel good. I knew that she often went solo, attempting to satisfy her intense craving for the intimacy which her husband could no longer provide, well not in the manner in which she wanted. This was my opportunity to take her to the levels that she desired, to satisfy her need to be touched by someone unfamiliar.
Although we had now met on a few occasions, the excitement of someone new was not diminishing. If anything, the feelings were getting stronger. How far would we go together? How long would we continue to meet in these brief encounters to absolve us from our mutual frustrations?
I knelt behind her, my head bent forward nesting into her neck again.
"Satisfied, Alison?" I asked.
She shook her head. She realised food was over. 'What next?' I stroked across her hair, removing the clips, and pulling it gently through the blindfold letting it fall over her shoulders. I brushed my nose through it, taking in its smell. Hair is a giveaway. It holds all of a body's scents and chemical indicators. I breathed in deeply, absorbing her. My hands caressed across her neck, my finger moving gently, feeling the softness. She pressed her head up and back, I looked down at her breasts, her nipples stiffening. I moved my hands down over them, their warmth taking me a little by surprise. A few little moans, "shhh!" I moved directly behind her, arms around, each hand cupping a breast. She pressed herself out. This felt so good. The breasts I longer for, in my hands. I had waiting so long since our last meeting but thought about her, them, everyday. I gently caressed, breathing gently on the side of her face, become stronger as my own arousal increased.
She pushed herself forward on the chair, held back by her wrists tied behind. Her body was signalling what it wanted, her hips moving, her pelvis pushing upwards. I passed a hand down, over her stomach, lowering towards her knickers. I hesitated over her pubic area. I thought I'd tease some more, taking time, feeling around but something was telling me to be more forceful. I slipped my hand into her knickers instead, finding the opening to her pussy immediately and slipping a finger in. Her hips collapse downwards, her thighs clenching together. An immediate uncontrollable response.
I hadn't expected that but from her wetness I could tell that she had been waiting patiently, concealing from me the true state of her arousal. I pushed another finger in, curling upwards, searching for the small spongy area inside. She tightened more. I could feel her orgasm building quickly. It had taken longer in our earlier meetings but this time she appeared to be helpless. I felt her contract, pushing down on me. I worked inside her. This really wasn't taking long.
Her legs straightened. I knew that her moment had come, the warm deep sensation spreading outwards, upwards through her stomach, across her breasts, downward through her thighs, across the back of her knees. She buckled, bound by her arms around the back of the chair. I touched her breasts. She threw herself back, a scream of pleasure as another wave hit. Wow, I thought, she really really wanted this.
I let her relax down, her breathing hard. She puffed outwards a few times, bringing herself back into a controlled state. Her faced flushed, her breasts reddened by blood flow. I stood, walked around in front of her to watch her recover.
Now, I had in my mind that that was all I intended to do in this encounter. Make her cum once, then silently leave, unbound of course - a bit too much explaining when hubby returns. I hadn't anticipated that it would be so quick. But now when I looked down at her, I became acutely aware of my own arousal. I looked down at her knickers now wet through at the front. I could smell her sweat rising from her body, warmed from her exertions. The sweet smell of sex. The chemical reactions buzzing through my brain. I thought I was strong enough to resist her, follow my plan and leave. Leave her wanting more, ensuring that I could return. However, I felt powerless. I couldn't resist; she was drawing me in.
