This is a continuation of a longer story. You can find the previous parts [here](https://redd.it/9y7a44)
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The remaining days of the week again went by without a single word of our plans for the weekend, but this time Susan’s behavior was noticeably different, for the better. Where earlier she had gone cold and professional, this time it was replaced by a shy demeanor and blushing smiles whenever we exchanged glances. But the same couldn’t be said about the texts that followed every night.
She would swarm my inbox with questions about whether I would prefer her to wear a skirt or jeans, what should the colour of her dress be like, and a thousand other details I couldn’t possibly keep track of. In her mind, she was given her first ‘task’ of dressing pretty. She took it to her heart to complete it as best as she possibly could. At the end, I told her to simply choose the thing that would best bring out her beauty, and surprise me. Her enthusiasm was exceptional.
On my end, I had to plan how to best unravel the pleasure for her and introduce her to the deepest desires that she didn’t know existed within her. At the same time, I had to be careful to not rush into too many things at once. Let her spend enough time absorbing all that one experience had to provide her, and only then guide her to the next level.
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We had arranged that we would meet for dinner that Saturday, followed by her first session at my home. I picked her up from her place, and we went to a nearby Chinese restaurant. She was visibly excited and giggly all the time, and kept prodding me with questions about what I had planned for her.
“You will see” was all she got.
She was wearing a beautiful grey dress with a design of some black flowers on it. Short sleeves, barely hanging below her shoulders. The dress extending upto her knees. The fit perfectly accentuating her curves. Boy! She did know how to dress to impress!
We didn’t talk much about the night ahead during the dinner. By that time she had come to accept that whatever I had planned for her was to be a surprise no matter what she did. We had some light hearted banter. We talked about life, career plans, favourite shows, anything and everything under the sun.
Soon, dinner was over and we headed back home. The sexual tension in the car during the silent ride back home was strong enough that you could cut it with a knife.
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We reached my apartment. I unlocked the door and ushered her in. She went inside and waited for me. After locking the door, I entered the living room to see her eagerly biting her lip as she awaited my arrival.
“Are you ready for this?” I asked.
Her lips broadened in a smile and she simply nodded. The bubbly, talkative girl that everyone saw in office had turned into a pool of shyness.
“Good! Now come closer to me. Stand here with your eyes closed.” She followed the orders. Her luscious lips were merely inches away from my face, and I could reach out to them right at that moment. *But it would have to wait*
I loosened my tie and opened it up completely. Using it as a blindfold, I wrapped it around her head.
“Tonight, I am going to teach you about sensory deprivation. You would’ve heard how when one of your senses are turned off, the other ones get more sensitive. This amplifies your sensations, and you’re going to have a taste of it pretty soon. Come, follow me” I took her hand and lead the way as I walked her to my bedroom. She quietly followed behind me.
“Next, I am going to tie up your hands to the bed” I said. “But before that, we need to get rid of this pretty dress of yours. I want you to strip for me. Sensually.”
She was a little nervous, and was still somewhat hesitant. I stepped towards her and held her by her waist, slowly lifting up the dress. A gentle nudge here and there is sometimes all it takes.
“It’s okay, you can trust me” It’s marvelous what a few words of encouragement can do to alleviate your fears.
She proceeded to lift the dress by herself, and I took a step back. Slowly she pulled it over her head and then held it with one hand by her side. She made a show of bringing her dress forward and then letting it drop, and stood with her hands on her hips like a model posing for photographs.
“Excellent! You look terrific!” I meant every word of it. “Now, with the rest of it…”
She was wearing matching lacy black lingerie under her dress, but she wouldn’t be needing it for the rest of her night. She reached out behind her back and deftly undid her clasps, and pulled the straps down from her shoulders and let it slide away.
Her breasts were the perfect size for her frame. Natural, beautiful, and delightfully arousing. Her heavy breathing and stiffened nipples were proof of her arousal. The rise and fall of her tender buds was begging for attention.
*But it would have to wait*
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