Reunion
Your phone dings, ‘I’m parking.’
‘Room 413.’
You’re pacing the carpet, drink in hand. You pause and check the mirror. You look good; silk blouse and slacks, hair good, lipstick perfect if you do say so. You take a deep breath and sip your gin & tonic, well… more gin than tonic really.
Even though we chat almost daily, you’re nervous, and excited. It’s been years, decades since we’ve seen each other.
You start at my knock, glance once more in the mirror and breathe.
You open the door: I’m older, with less hair and a trim grey beard. Plenty of smile lines, and some pain. Jacket and shirt, open at the neck. The shiny black cane is new.
‘Hey.’
‘Hey’, a moment’s pause, then smiles and hugs. ‘Come in.’
‘Thanks.’ I fold my jacket over a chair.
‘Drink?’
‘Yes! Traffic was a bear.’
You pour me a drink, strong like yours, ‘Uh, no lime…’
‘No worries.’ I sip and close my eyes, exhaling stress.
‘So…?’
‘So, you don’t want to waste time chatting do you?’ You bite your lip and shake your head, grinning. I smile beatifically.
‘OK then, go stand at the foot of the bed, and put your hands behind your head please.’ I amble off to the bathroom and you hear water running. I come out, drying my hands and looking at you appraisingly. I pull a chair over in front of you, sitting and sipping my gin for a long moment. Smiling the same twisted smile you remember, I reach over and run my hands up your legs, starting at your ankles, along your thighs and hips, up your sides, briefly cupping your silk clad breasts. Deliberately, I unbutton your blouse, untucking it gently. Leaning in and reaching behind you, I deftly unhook your black lace bra, gently moving your arms to undress you. Repositioning your arms, I sit back and sip.
With your arms behind your head, your breasts are lifted and exposed. I reach up and cup you, my hands warm, my thumbs gentle as I brush your soft nipples, rolling them. You half close your eyes, exhaling with a sigh through perfect pursed lips, an electric thrill running through you. I reach back and run warm fingers up your spine, softly pressing the muscles, squeezing your own stress out.
I lean back and untab your slacks, hooking my thumbs to slide your black lace thong off at the same time. ‘Raise your foot, and the other?’ I sit back and sip my drink, stroking your naked hip, my thumb tracing your hipbone. Your stomach tightens, a delicious tension growing.
‘Turn around and bend over the bed, and put your hands behind your back.’ I go to my jacket and return, dropping cool silk neckties on your back. Confidently, I bind your wrists together, securing them with firm knots. There’s some give, but not much. You hear a jingling and a whisper as I take off my belt. I loop it around your upper arms, firm but not too tight. I lean over and press my lips to your shoulder, inhaling your perfume, ‘Comfortable?’ ‘Uh-huh.’
I slide off the foot of the bed, easing your ankles apart, securing them to the bedframe. I run my hands along the backs of your legs, slowly up and down. I alternate, moving to stroke the smooth soft insides of your thighs, touching my lips to the backs of your knees, giving you chills. My hands move higher, gripping kneading spreading your ass, thumbs holding you open for my inspection, for my pleasure. I trace a fingertip from the small of your back down, teasing the sensitive flesh. You shiver as I lightly stoke your puckered ass, my finger running along your soft lips. Two fingers now, tracing and spreading you, exploring you, barely dipping my fingertip into you to get it wet, spreading it slowly.
Gently, I rub above your clit, you sigh and settle into the bed. I slide my finger deeper into you, you barely grinding your hips to meet me. I match your motion, building the tense hot fire in your belly. We dance, barely moving as you surrender to our rhythm, your heat growing, almost crackling in intensity.
‘Oh. Um, that feels… That feels really really good…’
‘I’m so glad lovely’. A hot kiss at the top of your thigh, then my fingers close around your clit, making you gasp. Pulling and rubbing and rolling, making you raise up on your toes, ‘Oh, oooooh…’
Position and anticipation, and libation all fall together and you feel yourself building to a strong orgasm. My hand works relentlessly, my other hand holding you open so I can enjoy your response. You grind back unabashedly now, moaning at the certainty. I keep up the slow steady strokes and you rise like you’re surfacing after a high dive, reaching for the air and light that sustain you. You break the surface, strong spasms deep in your belly, intense clenches run through you like lightning. I taper off as I feel you coming down, long lazy strokes that feed the sweet glow. You hear ice rattling as I pull at my drink.
‘Um, that was good thanks.’
‘A good start lovely girl. Now, where do you keep your toy…?’
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/6boq8b/reunion_mf_hotel_fsub_necktie_bondage