In part inspired by a lovely woman I chat with. You know who you are.
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You’re laying out by the pool at a hotel in a very revealing two piece bikini, reading and catching some sun. It’s a sunny but not too hot day, the perfect day to just enjoy the outdoors and work on your tan.
You look up from your book and catch me looking at you. As soon as I realize I’m caught, I turn my attention back to my laptop, and start typing. I must be the man you’ve been talking to online that you wanted to meet.
I’m sitting at a table under an umbrella. An older man in long swim trunks and a t-shirt. Something gets your interest, and you decide to get up and walk over.
“Working on a day like this?” you ask as you sit facing me, making sure I still have a good look at you around my laptop.
“Not work really. Writing.”
That starts a conversation, and you find out I am who you were hoping to meet. We talk for a while, and you decide it might be time to have some fun.
You glance around, no one is looking, so you stretch, and then push your breasts together. “Like what you see?”
“Of course. You know I do.”
“Want to see more? Up close this time?” you ask with a grin.
“Let’s go up to my room.”
We go up to my room, a suite, and I lead you to the bedroom, where there’s a black cloth covering half of it.
“Get up on the bed, on your hands and knees, and close your eyes” I say with a smile.
Intrigued, you agree and do as I instructed.
You hear the rustle of fabric, then feel my hands spreading your feet apart. You move obediently, and then feel soft restraints going around your ankles.
“Head down. Reach back with your hands.”
You lick your lips and feel your nipples starting to harden as you put your head down and hold your hands back. Your breathing gets a little faster when the restraints go on your wrists, and attach to your ankles.
“There. How does that feel, my dear?”
You moan softly. “Wonderful.”
“Good,” I say, and then you feel cold steel against the back of your leg. It slides up, and then you feel a tug at the thin string holding your bikini bottoms on, followed by the distinctive sound of scissors, and that half of the bikini hangs loose.
Slowly, I repeat the process on the other side, and then pull them off, letting my hand trail softly along your leg.
“Mmm. Nice and smooth I see.”
“I thought you’d like it.”
The next thing you feel are what you know are the scissors again sliding up your back, until they cut the strip on your back, so your top falls to the bed and releases your breasts. I pull it out from under you, slowly, letting the material drag across your nipples.
“Feeling okay?” I ask.
You know I mean it.
“Yes. Very good.”
“Good.” I say, and then you feel a solid smack on your ass with a leather paddle.
You gasp in surprise, but wiggle your ass, wanting more.
Gently I rub the paddle over your skin, before giving you another good spank.
You moan, it’s just like you imagined it would be.
Then you feel my touch. My hand gently passing over your now slightly red ass and down the back of your leg. Slowly, I slide my hand to your inner thigh and move up, but just short of your pussy, I move my hand to the other thigh and slide down.
You tilt your hips, begging silently to be touched. Already you can feel how wet you are, both from the paddling, and the anticipation of what might be to come.
Without warning, you feel wetness against your asshole, and then a plug slides in. It’s not too big, but it certainly stretched a bit going in. I know you enjoy it because it’s something we discussed. Then, the plug starts vibrating.
You gasp and moan, loving the feeling, and wondering what else I might have in store.
“I was going to draw this out a bit, but I’m afraid I can’t resist any longer,” I say, then you feel the bed shift as I kneel behind you.
I reach down and rub your pussy, making sure your lips are nice and wet, before sliding deep inside.
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I’ll let you imagine the rest. Possibly more to come.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/11n0ls0/finally_an_in_person_encounter_m_52_f