Story 31 #2
He leaned in again and kissed her once more, a long, slow, passionate kiss that left her wanting more of him. Her hand went around behind his head and then ran up through his hair, her fingers pushing at it.
He stepped away again.
“How about we head back to my place?” he asked her.
All that she could do was nod again. And then, the taxi arrived. He held the door open for her and then got in the other side.
The back of the cab was dark, and she was momentarily surprised when she felt his hand on her knee.
He kept it there for several seconds, his fingers stroking her knee, before he started to move it up and down her thigh.
She was wearing a fairly casual dress that ended above her knee, and soon she felt his hand pushing further up, beneath the dress, and she felt her excitement growing.
He was feeling the sweet shape of her thigh, exploring it in the dark.
His hand began to move inward with every stroke of his hand now, and she felt a new excitement.
He was close now, so close. A part of her wanted to grab his hand and push it right there, to make him feel her pussy the way that she wanted it to be felt.
But he was teasing her, building up to that moment.
Then, she felt his thumb brush against the front of her panties.
Then, the thumb was back there, pushing at her panties, moving up and down, and stroking her pussy through them.
She bit her bottom lip, doing her absolute best to control herself.
But it was hard, so hard. She wanted this man now even more than ever.
At last, the cab came to a stop outside his house. They both got out and then, holding hands, they ran to the front door. She pushed her body against his as he found his key, as he opened the door and dragged her inside.
Then, they were kissing again, their hands all over one another as he slowly led her to his bedroom.
She was pulling at his shirt, getting the buttons undone as quickly as she could, her hands moving beneath the shirt to his body, running over it, feeling the solid muscles there.
He slipped his jacket off as he pulled her after him, his hands going to her waist.
One of his hands went behind her and grabbed hold of her ass while his other hand moved up her body and grabbed one of her breasts through her dress.
Then, they were in his room. He stroked her face as he looked into it, and then he was kissing her again, pushing the straps of her dress off her shoulders, tugging her dress down before he bent down to her breasts, sucking on each of them in turn, making her cry out,
now that she didn’t have to control herself anymore.
His lips were against one of her nipples, his tongue flicking at it.
She began to undo his pants, and then he raised his face to look into her eyes.
She smiled at him as she undid his pants and pushed them down. He shrugged his shirt off, and then he was standing there in just his boxer shorts, with his tie still around his neck, looking somewhat ridiculous.
“Take it off,” he ordered her. She knew just what he wanted.
She pulled her dress the rest of the way down, feeling it slide down from her body, till she was standing before him in just her panties.
He looked at her body admiringly. He reached out with one hand and ran it over her breasts, down over her stomach, and then he pulled her to him, kissing her, and she felt his cock pushing at her soft body, felt its hardness rubbing at her through his boxer shorts and she pushed them down,
grabbing hold of it, her eyes widening as she felt how huge it was, a fat, throbbing monster in her hand as she squeeze it and then lightly ran her hand up and down it.
Then, he turned her around. He pushed her back to the bed and then pushed her down onto it. He stood over her, pushing his boxer shorts the rest of the way down, standing there now in just his tie.
He undid the tie as she lay there, and then he climbed onto the bed, kneeling over her.
She reached out and grabbed his cock again, but then he took her hands and pulled them up.
He used his tie to tie her to the headboard.
She felt a rush of excitement. What was this?
What was he going to do? She felt helpless, at his mercy, and it was an incredible, dizzying feeling.
He knelt over her and looked at her, lying there waiting for him. He ran a hand over her body. Then, he moved his hand down to her panties. He rubbed at her pussy through them again. She pushed her crotch up toward his touch.
“Come on, come on,” she was panting, desperate for him. Her pussy was wet, and she was sure that he must be able to feel it through her panties.
He had one hand around his cock, and his other hand was toying with her pussy through her panties. Then, he pushed them aside, and she cried out as he began to toy with her clit.
He smiled at her and then bent down to her pussy, kissing it slowly, before he began to lick at it, running the tip of his tongue over it and then going to her clit, flicking at it, causing her to writhe around, her wrists pulling at their restraints.
He straightened up and looked at her. She felt so helpless, tied like this - and yet, she was loving it, being at his mercy.
He moved up the bed and took hold of her head, turning it toward his cock.
She opened her mouth, willing and eager to do whatever he wanted.
She felt his cock against her lips, pushing past them.
She clamped them around it and began to suck on him, feeling the hardness of his cock pushing to the back of her throat.
He still held her by the back of her head, and now he kept her in place as he began to thrust into her.
She felt used as his cock slammed into her mouth, and it was a wonderful sensation.
He pulled his cock out of her mouth and looked down her body, down to her pussy.
She spread her legs, pulling her knees up, ready for him.
He moved between her legs then and bent down over her.
She let out a cry as he pushed his cock into her, easing slowly inside her.
Still, she couldn’t move properly, constrained by his tie. She was there to service him, there for him to use however he wanted.
He began thrusting into her, fucking her harder, harder, his cock slamming home as he worked his way into a frenzy.
Then, he was reaching up and undoing his tie.
She could feel it coming loose around her wrists and then he was grabbing her, turning her over onto her front, pulling her up onto her hands and knees and then pushing her face down into the bed as he pushed his cock into her from behind,
filling up her pussy once more before he began fucking her again, harder, harder, one hand one the back of her neck, holding her in place, still showing how he liked to be in control, how he liked to dominate her, till, at last, he came inside her.
He pulled out with a gasp and sat back on the bed. She turned and went to him, kissing his chest, his throat, his lips.
She had thought to herself that if this was what divorced life was going to be like, then she was going to enjoy it.
She felt as though she had been introduced to something new, something exciting.
She kept remembering the feeling of being bound, how the tie had felt when she had writhed on the bed, holding her in place.
And yet, after that night, things had not been that exciting with that man again.
She had soon found herself feeling bored, wondering if there was any way for her to recapture that feeling.
In the end, she had called it a day, thinking that there had to be other men out there who would show her new and exciting things, things that she could hardly even dare to imagine.
Looking back, she had wondered if that had been a mistake.
There hadn’t, in fact, been any other men.
She hadn’t been able to get up the motivation to head back out looking for some excitement the way that she had that night, and so she was left wondering how she would find any more fun.
Time had passed, and she had gotten more used to being alone.
As she lay in the bath now, however, her thoughts went to that night and how good it had felt. She ran her hands over her body, remembering the way that he had done the same, feeling every contour of her body as though he truly cherished her, worshiped her.
As she lay there with her eyes closed, thinking about that time, she felt one of her hands sliding down her stomach, down to one of her thighs, then around to the inside of her thigh, and then between her legs, finding her pussy.
She sighed contentedly as she began to stroke herself.
It felt wonderful. She imagined that it was some man doing this to her, someone looking deep into her eyes as they toyed with her, as she felt their hard cock in her hand, feeling the anticipation building as she knew that they would be inside her soon,
making her feel all of the things that she had been missing so much, those things that she was so desperate for.
But then, somehow, the silence in the house started to become too noticeable for her. She felt as though it was oppressive, or as though it suggested someone, something, listening, knowing what she was doing, hearing her heavy breathing, the slight moans.
Suddenly, she felt as though she couldn’t continue with what she was doing. She felt too self-conscious. She told herself that she was being ridiculous, but she couldn’t recapture the feeling. The moment had passed.
Feeling frustrated, she got out of the bath, dried herself off, and got dressed. She took some time deciding just what clothes to wear. She was going to just put on some jeans and a casual top. But, suddenly, she wanted to make herself feel sexier, to look sexier.
She went through her clothes carefully. She chose some sexy black panties that showed off her upper thighs and clung deliciously to her ass. She checked herself out in the mirror, already starting to feel better about herself.
Then, she pulled on a short denim skirt. Suddenly, she wanted her legs to be on full display.