Tied in Nots

The day had been long. It was a good conference but I was tired. I loved my work as a project manager and it was great to meet new people and learn about some of the latest technology available. But I just wanted to be alone and relax a bit. I was glad I decided to go to another hotel's bar. It wasn't likely I would know anyone here in New Orleans. And it was several blocks away, in the French Quarter, from the hotel I was staying at that I probably wouldn't run into anyone from the conference.

The bar was nice. It had a carousel that went around the main bar. There was an empty seat there but after just a moment I knew I didn't want to sit there. I saw several sitting areas and little nooks to have private conversations in. There was also another bar to sit at but I decided to sit next to the windows that looked out front with two comfortable chairs facing each other and a table in between. They were the kind of chairs that invited relaxing and feeling like it was enveloping you. It was the perfect spot for people watching - in the bar and outside street traffic of cars and people enjoying the hotel and street.

I ordered the Carousel Old Fashion. I'm not usually one to drink but I thought one drink would be perfect and it was smooth. I enjoyed watching the obvious rich man get his lambo from the valet to drive away. I wondered where he and his friend were going. I saw the shop across the street and thought I should go stop in on my way back to my hotel.

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I had just finished with Dan and got the promise of his business with a contract. I wanted to celebrate and ordered a real drink this time. I never drank when doing business. I always ordered ginger ale because people thought I was drinking whiskey. It was important to have a clear head about me when dealing with people and contracts. This time I ordered real whiskey. When I got the drink I noticed the pretty woman.

She came into the bar and started at the carousel then decided against that and moved to the window nooks. She was shapely and womanly around the age of 50 or so based on her confidence but she looked younger like mid forties or less. An hourglass figure with larger breasts. She was wearing an olive green dress that flattered and showed off that gorgeous figure. Interestingly it had a zipper on the front of the dress instead of the back. That would be fun to try out - having easy access. Her hair was brunette and in a stylist and flattering bob. She had curled up into the chair and was gazing outside. I wondered what her story was and how I could approach her. She took her flats off and then tucked her feet under her. She was planning on staying and I thought this might be my chance to get her to let me sit with her.

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I had decided to take my shoes off and get more comfortable. It was a nice place and I was beginning to relax. The drink was perfect and the people watching was just what I needed. I watched some friends come into the bar and settle in the smaller lounge-like sub areas and thought how perfect that set up would be with my girlfriends. We loved to go out each month and this is the kind of place I loved. When I came back to New Orleans I needed to stay here.

I was lost in my thoughts when I was surprised by a gentleman standing next to me leaning over. He handed me a new drink and said he thought I could use a fresh one for my people watching. I laughed. He was handsome. He had dark blondish gray speckled hair with blue eyes. He was in a suit but looked completely comfortable. Alright he was sexy and I was attracted to him immediately. His smile was warm and his eyes sparkled. I also liked the direct approach, appreciating him bringing the drink himself. I decided to invite him to sit with me.

It was a bold move to invite him but I wanted to talk to him. There was something about him that I was drawn to. I didn't have anywhere to go and it was nice to have someone that was paying attention to me.

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I was bold and wasn't sure it would work but it did. She seemed confident so I thought direct was the right approach. I was glad she invited me to sit. I wasn't sure where this would lead to but damn I was attracted to her and distracted by that zipper in the front. It was sexy but she was classy and covered. I could see a hint of breast and her legs were fantastic. Just the beginning of the conversation and I already knew she was smart, funny, and had passion. God she was starting off as the total package. I was hopeful I would get to unzip that dress and see more of her. Maybe even get a chance to get to fuck her. I didn't know what was in store for me or how much fun I would end up having.

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As we talked I could feel my attraction for him grow. He was funny and didn't talk all about himself. He asked about what brought me here and I told him about the conference. I found out that he had just closed a deal with a client visiting from out of town and that he lived locally. In the garden district which made my heart swoon. Those houses were gorgeous. I had toured the area the day before. I mentioned my interest in architecture and interior design. We discussed several other topics. I was slowly sipping my second drink aware I needed to be careful so I didn't get drunk or tired. He was fun and I wanted to stay with him as long as possible. I wondered what those lips felt like and if he wanted to kiss me. There was a small part of me that wondered more... like what his touch was like, did he enjoy exploring a woman's body, and did he take pleasure in mutual sexual pleasure?

I could tell I was getting warmer. I couldn't tell if it was from the drink, him, or the tingling I was starting to feel in my pussy. Was I getting wet just talking to him? It was like the attraction was over the top abnormal and it seemed that way for him too. I uncurled my legs and set them down. He thought I was going to go and I said no, just stretching my legs so they didn't fall asleep. It wasn't that. I just had more energy in my body and needed to move. He was flirting with me. It was subtle but sexy. It was turning me on.

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I was enjoying talking to her and we covered a lot of ground. I really wanted to figure out how to invite her back to my house. She started licking her lips and I wanted to bite on them. It was arousing me. She was sexy and beautiful. I wanted her. I knew she would be a wonderful sexual partner. Her hips were perfect for holding on too. Her breasts were the right size to cup and suck on. I wondered if she was wearing any underwear under her dress and guessed not because she exuded a raw sexuality. I wanted to find out.

She had mentioned loving the architecture and seemed to perk up when I told her where I lived. I decided that was my way to get her to my house. I felt like she was comfortable with me and she suddenly put her legs down. She said she didn't want them to fall asleep but I thought this was the time to ask. So I invited her back to my place - to see the inside of one of the famous Garden District houses, maybe a drink, and then I could take her back to her hotel. She thought for a moment and I thought I had misread her. She looked down at her hands in her lap and then looked up and smiled at me.

She said, "I think that's a lovely idea."

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I wondered if I should leave the hotel with this man? I had to think for a moment but realized that I felt safe and I also wanted to see where this might go. Maybe a drink and some kissing. I would get to see one of those special houses up close. And I wouldn't have to walk back to my hotel. I said yes.

We got up together and he extended his hand for me to put mine into. I did so and our first touch was electric. It felt like I had known him forever. He led me out the bar into the hotel lobby and to the front door to get his car from the valet. We chatted about his work before the car arrived. It was not crazy expensive like the lambo but nice, a black Range Rover. He opened the passenger door for me and helped me get in. I didn't realize that when I stepped up he got a glance at my pussy. I didn't wear underwear because it felt sexy to be ready at any time. I was very aware of my body and it's reaction to him. I had hoped...

It only took 10 mins to cross over to the Garden District. His house was beautiful. Such a classic style and I wondered what it looked like inside. We went in the front door and into his living room. There was a large white sofa and a beautiful rug. He offered to show me the first floor that had this sitting room, an office with library-like shelves of books, a powder room, a formal dining room, and the kitchen. There was probably a pantry or laundry room behind a closed door or two but we didn't go in. It was professionally decorated I could tell. We went back into the sitting room and he sat me on the sofa to go get us a couple of drinks.

I was relaxed around him but also had this energy. I wanted him to kiss me and I flirted while we toured downstairs. I also kept putting my hand on his arm. I wonder if I misread him? Was he not attracted to me like I was to him? If he offered the second floor tour then I would know. And I would go just to see what happened.

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She had touched me several times and I wanted to kiss her badly. I thought it might be better to go slow and make sure she was into me like I was into her. I got a couple of bourbons as she had mentioned that the Old Fashion at the bar had bourbon and she liked it. I brought them back and set them on the coffee table. I decided to sit very close to her. When I did she leaned over a bit toward me so I kissed her softly on the lips. She opened up her mouth. I decided to make my move and deeply dipped my tongue into her mouth. It ignited a shared passion. We started grabbing at each other's heads and deepening the kiss. I started to move my hands down her arms to brush her breasts and as I did she took a large inhaling breath. Oh she was on fire for me just like I was for her. I was pretty sure we would end up going upstairs. Maybe she would even spend the night.

I decided to touch her breasts and when I cupped her and brushed her nipples she moaned a little. I continued to assault her mouth as she did mind. At this point she started to move her hands down my arms and to put them on my chest. She moved my tie and started to unbutton my shirt. I took that moment to get rid of my tie so it would not be in the way but I wanted her to continue touching me at her speed so I didn't help in any way. She took off my suit jacket and continued to unbutton me.

I had seen that flash of her pussy when I helped her into the car. I knew then I was right about underwear and her not wearing anything. She just had her dress and shoes on. That zipper was going to be extra fun. Her breasts were full and wonderful. They were soft and perfect to squeeze. I was also able to just touch her nipple through the dress and it made her arch her back. When I placed a hand on her leg her legs opened a bit for me. It was time to ask her to take the second half of the tour upstairs.

When I suggested it she just said "yes sir, I would like that. A lot."

I stood up and offered her my hand to pull her up. When I did that I pulled her into my body and kissed her deeply again. We started making out standing with our bodies pressed together. Her hips pushed into my groin. I knew she could tell I was hard. She started to grind up against me. I thought about taking her there but decided I wanted to explore her. I wanted to slowly unveil her and kiss down her body. I wanted to lick and suck her nipples. I wanted to finger her pussy and circle her clit. Then do it with my lips and tongue. Then I wanted her to go down on my cock and suck it. But I didn't want to cum in her mouth. I wanted to save that for her pussy. I wanted to feel my cock in her tight pussy and explode in her.

I took her up the steps. It was slow as we couldn't keep our hands off each other. We kept kissing and biting. Feeling each other's bodies. I wanted that dress off but I wanted to see it slip off her. When we got to the bedroom I took her to the side of the bed and went to put the bathroom light on. I didn't want full on lights but enough to be able to see her body as I undressed it. When I came back toward her I realized she saw it and was curious. She saw the "exercise" equipment in the corner and had walked over to it. She was looking at it kinda confused. I was glad that she was curious because if she wanted to use it tonight I would be happy to do so on her. She had called me Sir. Maybe she would be open to it.

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Oh his kissing and touching was sexy. I wanted him. I was so glad he brought me upstairs. I wanted to fuck him. I knew he would be amazing. Our chemistry just matched.

When we got to his bedroom and he walked away I wondered why and turned to follow him. I realized he was putting on some light and I was glad because I wanted to see his naked body. When I turned back around I saw something in the corner of my eye so I turned to it. I wasn't sure what it was. It seemed like equipment of some kind but not what I was used to seeing. I moved toward it to get a better look. My curiosity was too much. He came up behind me pressing his body into mine and asked if I knew what it was. I didn't so I nodded no as I leaned back into him.

He leaned into my ear and said "it's an x-cross with a special ceiling mount for tying hands above your head."

I took a sharp intake of breath. It didn't scare me, but thrilled me. I had never seen one before. I had interest in being tied up but never had a partner that seemed to enjoy or want it. Maybe this was my chance.

He had stayed quiet to let me process the information and, I guess, to see my reaction. He asked if I would like a demonstration of it. If I was willing to have my hands tied? I just nodded yes. I was breathless and couldn't talk.

Slowly he turned me around to face him. He put his hands on my ass cheeks and pulled me in for a passionate kiss. His tongue was driving me nuts and I was lost in the kiss. I didn't realize that he had started to move his hands up the side to my shoulders and slowly run them down my arms. When he got to my wrists he wrapped his hand around each and started to pull them above my head slowly. Once he met the arms together he kissed me again and asked if I was comfortable. I nodded yes. It felt incredible.

He was soft and slow. Having my hands above my head had pushed out my breasts. I was turned on. He let me know to link my hands together and keep them there which I did. He pulled on something and I felt him tying the softest rope around my wrists. An electric shock went through me right to my pussy. Then I heard what seemed like a mechanical noise and started to feel that my hands were being pulled up. He had tied me up so I had to stand straight. I shivered as I anticipated what he would do next.

This position not only pushed my breasts out but also arched my back. It felt sexy as he stepped back and admired my body. He looked me up and down, staring at my hands and traveling down to stare at my pussy. I wasn't naked yet but I felt like he saw not only my body but into my mind and soul. I knew I was about to experience something I had never - not only sexually but on a soul connection.

He came up to me and put his hands on top of mind then leaned into my ear

"You are mine. I will do what I want" he whispered.

I inhaled deeply. I was ready.

He started to move his hands down my arms and around the side of my breasts. He traced his fingers under my breasts and reached toward the zipper of my dress. I had forgotten I had chosen to wear the front zipper one but at that moment I was glad I did.

He slowly started to unzip me.

Just lowering it enough to my waist so that my breasts were let free from the cinching of the dress. My nipples came straight out with the air on them. It was sensuous and I wanted more.

He bent down to kiss my chest placing kisses along the swell of both of my breasts. My head went back. Then I felt his hands go inside the dress a bit to cup my breasts and his finger touched my nipple. I moaned. I couldn't help it. His touch was exquisite. He was taking his time and exploring everything my body had to offer.

He then pushed my breasts together and continued to touch my nipples while kissing them. I wanted him to touch my pussy. I wanted his cock inside of me. I knew he was not ready because he wanted to experience my body.

He let my breasts go back to normal and then leaned over to suck on one nipple while he continued to play with the other using his finger. I arched my back more to let him have access. I needed him. I wanted him to do whatever he desired. As he sucked the one nipple he nipped it with his teeth. The other breast he started to pinch together his thumb and index finger to squeeze my nipple. Once he had both suspended he started to pull away from my body pulling my nipples. It was sweet torture. I have never had my nipples touched in that way. It was gentle and yet had a trace of pain.

He returned them to normal. Then did it all over again. Suck, pinch, pull. It was like he was feasting on my breasts. I wanted him to touch my clit. I needed him to do that.

He let my breasts go and stood back to look at me. I could see his hard cock through his pants. He would fill me up and I got excited anticipating it.

His shirt had already been unbuttoned by me so he shrugged it off and started to unbelt himself. It was like it was in slow motion with him pulling the buckle to release and then slowly threading it out of the belt loops. I wondered if he would use it on me.

He let it drop and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. When he was finished he let the pants drop and OH MY! He did not wear underwear so his cock sprung out and stood at attention. I started to lick my lips. I wanted to suck on his cock. I wanted to see if I could fit it into my mouth.

He got the pants and shoes off standing there naked looking at me. As he started to move toward me my body shivered again. I wanted whatever he wanted to do to me.

He moved over to my zipper and pulled it down roughly so that the dress was completely open and I stood basically naked in front of him. He inhaled sharply and I took that as a sign that he liked what he saw, including my shaved pussy.

He quickly started running his hands up and down the side of me tracing the curve of my waist and the flair of my hips.

"You are beautiful my darling. I want to stick my cock in your pussy but I think we need to see what pleases you first."

Yes we did.

He started to move his hand across my hips toward my pussy. I was silently begging him to do it. I decided to say it.

"Will you please touch my pussy?"

I don't think he was expecting that out of my mouth. I saw him smile as he continued the slow pace. Once he was at my pussy lips he traced them. I knew it was to tease me. He then started to slip a finger in my slit.

As he did he asked "Is this what you wanted?"

I couldn't answer. My eyes were wide and I could only stare into his eyes. He knew he had me. He knew he could do anything as I was ready to beg him to fuck me.

As he continued to finger my pussy I was getting restless. I wanted to touch him but couldn't. I started to squirm in my restraint but couldn't move much. I was at his mercy.

He decided to start rubbing around my clit. It was hard and I wanted to cum. My breathing was rapid and I was moaning, "more, please more".

He went a little faster and I could feel my orgasm build within me. I wanted to let go but he stopped.

"Not yet my dear."

I was so close.

I didn't know what he was going to do next but he started to turn me around. I didn't realize he could do that.

He pulled me into his naked body and his cock fit into my ass crack. It was large and felt like it fit perfectly. He then wrapped his arms around me. One arm moved across my breast placing a hand on the breast. The other arm and hand went to my pussy.