He sat in the middle of the hotel room on a high backed wooden chair. He was naked, blindfolded and his hands were tied behind his back with a silk rope taken from his robe that was now discarded in the corner. The rope wasn’t tied so tight that he couldn’t escape if he’d wanted, but it was doing enough to at least provide the illusion that she had control. When she’d put on his bonds and blindfold it had turned him on to the extent that he was more than disappointed she’d left him there while she went for a shower. He supposed it was to build tension, and it had worked. He’d been frustrated, and had almost thought to escape and join her in the bathroom. Not a moment too soon the noise from the shower stopped and now he could hear her moving in the room, bear feet on the deep carpet. He became aroused again and began to harden. He imagined her toenails painted red, capping her elegant feet as she stepped slowly towards him. He knew her body well and pictured the freckles on her calves and thighs. Waypoints he had traced with his fingers and tongue so often in the past on the way to her…
Wait, not yet. He couldn’t allow himself to become too excited; despite her teasing of him, he wanted this to last for both of them.
Even though the room was warm he felt the heat of her body, fresh from the hot shower, as she came near. He could smell her perfume and the cleanness of her hair. A brunette, her her fell to just below her shoulders and was normally worn in a pony tail. As she came closer and leaned towards him he felt her hair tickle his chest and he knew it was falling loose. The touch of her hair surprised him as he hadn’t realised how close she was. Maybe she’d been near all along, watching. Perhaps he’d imagined her moving around but with the blindfold there has been no way to know for certain.
But now he did know. She was leaning over him and, anticipating what was to follow, he felt his cock stiffen. A small bead of precum that had formed at the tip began to dribble slowly down his shaft.
She was breathing next to his ear now, but aside from the hair, had made no contact. If he could see, he knew that he’d see her breasts inches from his face. Her stiff nipples luring him in for a gentle suck and nibble. He imagined licking them and reached out with his tongue, but she was too far and all he tasted was air.
A tickle of his thigh was their first real contact. She used her nails, painted in the same red as her toes, to trace a gentle line towards his groin. Moving slowly he felt her start to tickle his balls. They contracted at the touch and his cock twitched. She pressed up between his legs, gently pushing into his perineum and massaging the base of his cock underneath his balls. It was a deep pleasure. If a man has a g-spot, he thought, she’d found it.
A warm breath on the tip of his cock let him know what was coming next. He let out a quick breath of his own. First, the tip of her tongue touched him, and he felt her flick firmly at the very end of his cock sending tingles all the way up his spine. His toes curled into the carpet. Maybe she liked the taste of his precum because her tongue softened and she began to swirl around his head, licking it all off, before placing her whole mouth over the end. Lips pressed, forming a tight seal she began making love to him with her mouth. Taking him deeper with each nod, she continued to press and massage with her fingers and her tongue provided extra stimulation to his head. His breathing became rapid and he groaned. It was almost too much but just before he could contain himself no more, contact was broken. He was left helpless, wanting a release but also not wanting it to end.
Sensing her walking around him he turned his head to the sounds of her now stood behind him. Abruptly she placed a soft hand to his face and turned his head to the front.
Her hand remained in contact and she began to run both palms down his face and to his neck. She massaged his shoulders and he began to relax, the blood now leaving his manhood and it began to soften. With that he could feel a steady trickle of precum leaving the end. The light coming through the gap in the heavy curtains would make it glisten he thought.
She continued to smooth her hands across his shoulders and over to his chest. She pressed into him from behind and he could feel that she was wearing a neglige and wasn’t naked as he’d thought. But he imagined the sheer material, hinting at her body underneath, a body that had borne his children, that had become more perfect with each stretch mark and a face that with each wrinkle was testament to a life lived and experienced together.
Keeping one hand on his chest she walked purposefully around him. He heard the cap of a tube pop and her awkward movements let him know she was using one hand to squeeze some lube onto her fingers and then transfer it to her pussy. He knew what was about to happen and his body responded. He felt her move to the front, step one leg over his thighs and straddle him. The inside of her legs made contact with the outside of his. She was over him, standing tall. And his cock was erect. It was now pointing straight up towards her. Keeping him pinned with one hand on his chest she began to lower herself towards him. As she did so, her lips parted and created a little ‘o’. She lowered herself enough that the tip of his shaft touched her centre. She hovered there before lifting up by an inch, pausing and then lowering herself once more, a little deeper. She raised again and lowered, each time going deeper and deeper, until he was fully inside. He felt her weight come onto him as her pubis made contact with his and she began to rock. Both her arms were now around his neck as she pulled herself into him. She kissed him as they fucked: her tongue in him, his cock in her. She moved both backwards and forwards as well as up and down, in a rhythm and motion that suited her. He knew she could orgasm the way they were but that he wouldn’t last long enough. He knew she gained pleasure from just being this close, but he wanted her to finish in the same way he was going to.
When she’d been tying him up, she’d been very particular about placing their ‘personal massager’ on the table next to where he was sat. He now knew why. She wanted what he wanted. Time to break the chains. He pulled at the Silke rope and, to his surprise it fell off easily. She’d undone them without him noticing. Still blindfolded, he reached out to the table and found what he was looking for. Turning the massager on, the low hum reassured him that even if he did cum early, he could finish her too. He pushed the massager between their bodies and touched it to her clit. She gasped and moaned in his ear as she kept her movement rocking back and forth.
When the moment was near for both of them he felt her remove his blindfold. He blinked and looked into her brown eyes. The same eyes he had looked into so many times over the last 20 years. The connection was still as strong as ever. Love. Right now he could see her pupils were dilated and her face flushed as she approached her climax. He pressed the massager more firmly to her clit and she leant backwards slightly, opening a small gap between them so the vibrations could touch her in exactly the right place. He could feel them travel through her and into him. Tensing, she began to orgasm as he looked deep into her eyes and she deep into his. Her pleasure was nearly complete and as she shook her pussy clamped round him. The extra sensation brought him to the release he needed and he came inside her as she came on top of him. They both moaned out loud as his orgasm and her orgasm completed the other.
They stopped, both still breathing heavily and she leaned forward and rested over him. He was still inside her as they both relaxed.
‘We should get away together more often’ she said.
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