It was a hot summer night, and a couple returned to their studio flat wet from the humidity outside. Throwing the door shut behind them, Brad, a slim but muscular man, put an arm around the girl's waist and kissed her. Bethany gripped his ass with both hands, which she found delightfully firm. He stroked her hair, and opened his eyes just enough to see her swooning in anticipation.
"Beth," he said, "I have to tell you I made plans for you tonight, but I can't promise you're going to enjoy it."
She looked at him, and he flashed his eyes to indicate the bed. She glanced across, and saw handcuffs already locked to the frame, then she looked into his eyes. "Ok," she said. Brad watched her hips as she went towards the bed, but she did not get into it. Instead she pulled her blouse off over her head, and untied her hair. She shook it loose, then looked at Brad over her shoulder. "But I want to shower first."
Brad advanced and took her again in his arms. As they kissed, his hand traced from her hair to her neck, along her back until it settled at her waist—while the other held her ass beneath a denim skirt. "Shower first?" he repeated. A hand crept up to her neck, where he nipped her with his teeth. She felt his power in his hold over her. "Alright then," he said, slackening his grip. He let his hands hover above her neck and waist, and his mouth tantalised in front of hers. "Take it all off." He stepped away from her until he found a seat, where he sat and removed his socks while he watched her.
Beth smiled and flicked her hair. She turned around, and Brad enjoyed the contours of her back. Her hands joined to unbutton her skirt. With a little zip it came loose, and she put her hands to her sides. With a small wiggle, she began to slide it down, and as she did so she leaned over the bed, revealing her black thong and enticing him with her smoking hot ass. The skirt dropped to the floor, and stepping out of it she stood with her legs apart, but her back still turned. She looked over her shoulder—her eyes on fire, and her lips parted. He had taken off his shirt, and was now sat in his jeans with an obvious hard-on.
"All of it," he repeated, touching the bulge at his crotch.
She walked towards him, reaching behind her back to unfasten the lacy black bra. She slipped one strap off her shoulder, saying, "I'm not going to do it before we've showered, you know."
He smiled, but his expression softened as the bra fell to the ground in front of him. "Of course," he said. He stood up, unbuttoning his jeans so that they hung at his waist. He looked at her and said, "Would you?"
She knelt down to remove his jeans, but he didn't step out of them. With one hand on her head, he dropped his boxers and grabbed his cock, then pulled her towards him.
