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“Please. Enter,” I offered.
“…and let me take your coat…”
Anita stepped inside to the house and hesitated slightly. Perhaps the alcohol level had dropped sufficiently since we left her house, or the coffee might have played a sobering role, or maybe it had just taken too long already, but I felt tired and wanted to relax. But most of all, I wanted to make Anita feel comfortable. So I showed her the clothes I’d taken from her house. And then I suggested her to take a shower to warm up. After that, we could take a last drink together, and then go to sleep.
I could see her loosen up, when she learned that I’d taken her clothes with me. Still, she didn’t speak, as she followed me upstairs through the house. First I showed her the bathroom, I fetched her a clean, fresh towel, and then ushered her to the bedroom, to prepare herself.
Then I went back downstairs and turned up the heat. A few minutes later, I could hear the water running as I began to put the groceries away. Anita had selected quite an assortment! There were eggs and bacon, bake-off rolls, donuts, oranges and orange juice, bananas, strawberries, mango juice and tea. In addition, she’d bought cheese, wine, sausage, her cigarettes and a disposable lighter…
…and a large packet of condoms. Some of those went into the pocket of my jeans, a few in the drawer under the TV, and then I went back upstairs to put the rest of them in the drawer of my bedside table. While I was up there, I set a large t-shirt and a bathrobe on the bed just in case Anita wanted to put on something comfortable, and then I went downstairs once again.
I cut up some of the sausage and cheese, arranged them on a plate and took it, together with the wine and two glasses, to the coffee table. Finally, I laid a throw blanket next to me as I relaxed on the sofa, and disinterestedly scrolled through the television channels while waiting for Anita.
Finally, she came walking down the stairs, and she looked good! She’d put on the bathrobe, and smiled, still a bit shy, but apparently comfortable.
I quickly turned off the television, and patted the sofa next to me. She sat down, close to me, and expectantly looked me in the face. The smell of her skin was intoxicating.
“Wine?” I asked and lifted the bottle.
She nodded. “Of course!” And her voice was confident, happy.
I poured our glasses, and we toasted again. “To us!”
We sipped wine, ate some of the cheese and sausage, and I asked her if she was okay.
“I’m fine,” she said and nodded reassuringly.
“You’re not feeling cold?” I asked, and pointed to the throw. “Maybe you want to be tucked in?”
She agreed laughingly. I told her to stand up so I could put my legs on the sofa, and then motioned for her to lie back, in between my legs. Without hesitation, she sank back on my chest, and I draped the throw over both of us. Apart from the spanking, this was the first real body contact between us, and I felt a warm glow running through my body. I reached out to take first Anita’s glass and then mine from the table. Then I wrapped my free left arm over her belly; she snuggled in a bit and put her free hand on mine. And it just felt… good.
“How are you feeling now?” I asked once more. “Are you nervous, uncomfortable?”
“I’m… kind of recovered,” she replied, but I could feel her body tense as if there was something she wanted to add to it.
“What do you mean, recovered?” I probed, after a moment of silence. “Was it too much?”
Anita hesitated.
“Did I push you too far? Are you feeling bad about being here? Or was it too much for you to go out only wearing your coat and boots? Maybe I shouldn’t have asked you to undress in the first place, on our first date.”
Anita stayed silent for quite some time, probably thinking it all over, or searching for the right words, and finally said “I am really, really, really happy to be here with you. And I think it was hot, taking my clothes off for you. But I didn’t like to go outside like that; and shopping was certainly too much for me.”
I pulled my free arm more tightly around her. “I am sorry if I pushed you too much. For me, it is difficult to know what you do or don’t want to do. On the other hand, I think that pushing you into uncomfortable areas, is part of the game. However, I can see that the shopping was probably too much, at least for now. Perhaps we should establish some rules and select some safe-words, to make it easier for you to tell me if I’m asking you to do something you really don’t want?”
I could feel Anita’s body relax a bit, and her voice sounded relieved. “That is exactly what I wanted to suggest. I am happy that you take control, and I like you to challenge me, but I do want to be able to say no.”
“So what would you suggest?” I asked.
“Let’s just use the colors yellow and red,” Anita suggested. “Yellow for slowing down; red for the emergency brake. I think those should bostancı escort bayan be fine.”
I asked Anita to sit up so I could reach the plate with cheese and sausage. While she moved up, the bathrobe slipped open a bit, and I could see some of her naked flesh. Anita noticed my eyes on her, but didn’t cover up her body.
“You like it?” she asked, flirtingly, and I nodded.
“I’m happy that you’re still comfortable enough to be with me, while only wearing a bathrobe,” I replied solemnly.
For a moment Anita didn’t know what to say, but then she asked, “May I kiss you?”
“There is nothing I want more!” I laughed, releasing my anxiety. I left the snacks where they were, and consumed Anita’s soft lips instead.
Anita turned her body, face to face, and let her hungry mouth consume mine, sucking in my lips. I wrapped my arms around her back, pulling her body against mine, and let our lips fight their battle, tongues joining in the action.
My hands stroked her back and pulled on the bathrobe. Anita shrugged it off and dragged the throw over both of us instead. My whole body tingled when my hands moved eagerly over the bare flesh of her back, her sides and buttocks. Guttural sounds escaped our mouths, still ferociously challenging each other.
I pushed her shoulders away from me, creating some space between our upper bodies, enabling my hands to explore her breasts. Her hands tried to unbutton my shirt, but I pushed them away, making her whimper softly.
I placed my thumbs around her nipples, hands squeezing the soft meat of her breasts, while our mouths continued their exploration. Her hips moved, her lower body grinding mine. She was like molten lava!
I felt a swelling in my pants, and, out of control, by body moved in sync with hers. I could feel myself losing control, and, while giving one last, slightly harder squeeze to her nipples, I pushed her aside, and moved on top of her.
Now it was me being in control. I bent over and continued kissing her lips. Her hands came back to the buttons of my shirt, but I took her wrists and pulled her hands to the armrest above her head, where I held them down with one hand. Her breathing became heavier. My other hand skimmed her body while my lips kept assaulting her mouth.
I looked into her shiny eyes, open and excited. Slowly, I let my lips move to the corner of Anita’s mouth, and then sliding off towards her jawline. Anita hungrily turned her head in an attempt to keep our mouths connected, but a tap with my finger on her cheek made her head sink back to the sofa.
My lips started slowly nibbling their way down along her neck. My tongue traced her collarbone, and then I softly sucked on it, wrapping my lips around it.
Anita’s body wriggled below mine, and it was getting difficult to keep both of her hands under control. Another soft pat calmed her down a bit for a moment, but when my mouth continued its trip towards the left nipple, one of Anita’s hands came free. I sat up, and Anita froze.
“I’m sorry!” she whimpered, her whole body pleading with me. “Please don’t stop!”
“Up!” I ordered. “Go to the bedroom and lie down on the bed. I’ll be there in a moment.” And I watched her delicious body move up the stairs.
I took the two bundles of rope from my bag, saw the vibrator lying at the bottom and picked that up as well. I rummaged through the cupboard to find some batteries, and tested the vibrator. A push on the button, and the little rod released a soft humming sound, vibrating softly in my hand. Another push, and the vibrations got a little stronger. The intensity increased two more times, while the vibrator turned to a mode with varying strengths after the next push. And then, the vibrator was off again.
I tucked the vibrator away in my pocket, and went upstairs, where I found Anita lying on the bed, waiting impatiently. She sat up, resting on her elbows when I turned up into the doorway; an exciting smile broke through when she noticed the rope.
“Lie down!” I said, a croak in my voice betraying my excitement, and Anita immediately complied, lying down on the bed, her arms along her body.
“Are you cold?” I asked, and Anita shook her head. I had turned up the heat pretty high, and actually I was feeling quite warm.
“Your wish for being tied down and your obedience problems about lying still are both screaming for the rope.” I said. “Are you okay with being tied down?”
Anita nodded without hesitation.
“Please,” I stressed, “please tell me if it gets uncomfortable, and I’ll let you go immediately!”
“I will!” Anita replied softly and sternly.
I gave a little kiss on her mouth, and then told her to place her arms above her head. Anita’s arms flew up, where they crossed at the wrists.
I took a bundle of rope, and turned one end a few times around her wrists. I was no rope master, and I wasn’t sure how tight the rope should be. Last thing I wanted was tuzla escort bayan to hurt her that way, so I asked her if everything was still OK with her. “Is it too tight, or uncomfortable?” I checked out her face. Anita whispered she was all right; eager to let me continue.
There was no option to fasten the rope on the headboard of the bed, but I did want to release Anita from the temptation of touching me. So I lifted the mattress and tied the rope to the bed frame. I kissed Anita and asked if she was still comfortable, being tied up.
“It feels like I’m dreaming!” She whispered with a husky voice. “I have never felt better.” There were tears shining in her eyes.
I bent over and kissed her eyelids. I stroked her jawline, kissed her lips, but then something crossed my mind.
“Just a minute,” I said, kissing her cheek once more, and then I left the room.
I went down to get scissors from the kitchen drawer. When I re-entered the bedroom, seeing Anita lying on the bed, I was completely overpowered with love and happiness. For a moment I stayed in the door opening and couldn’t take my eyes off Anita. “Oh, god… you’re so beautiful!” escaped my mouth, even before the words had fully formed in my brain. Cheesy, but true…
Anita turned her face shyly away from my eyes.
When she heard me placing the scissors on the side cupboard, she looked up again, and her eyes opened wide. “You’re not going to cut the rope, are you!?” she asked, alarmed.
“Of course not!” I responded. “But I do want them around, just in case something goes wrong.”
“What could go wrong?” Anita replied, but she relaxed again, her head sunk back on the mattress. My answer was a kiss. Then, for a long time, I looked at her face.
After some time, Anita couldn’t control her impatience “Don’t keep me hanging on!” she whined, pleadingly.
“Patience!” I said. “Because of your lack of control, before, on the sofa, I will have to start it all again; all the way from the beginning. I am trying to collect the strength to complete this task.”
“Bastard!” she said, teasingly grinning but wanting. “Just start kissing and the rest will come naturally!”
And that’s what I did. I straddled over Anita’s body, bent over, and feverishly kissed her lips. Lips and tongues resumed their wrestling, while my hands fondled Anita’s hair. I could feel her upper body heaving because of her heavy breathing.
My mouth went down, sucking and nibbling her jawline again. A little irregularity in her neck kept the attention of my tongue for a while, but then I moved on further south.
My hands covered her breasts, while my lips found her right nipple. Anita groaned, and moved her head, to see what I was doing.
“Stay down” I said. “Don’t make me start all over again!” and obediently, her head sank down.
I softly sucked on her nipple, my tongue stroking around it, while my right hand softly kneaded the other breast.
A long “Hmmm!” escaped from Anita’s mouth. Her hips wriggled under my body.
My mouth released the nipple, leaving it wet with saliva, and a long, soft blow of air created goosebumps all over her body.
Then, my mouth shifted to the other nipple, leaving the right breast to the caring attention of my left hand. I slowly increased the intensity of sucking, while thumb and index finger molested the other nipple. Anita groaned, and her body bucked under mine. I softly, carefully, bit the hardened flesh, and ordered “Quiet, you!” It only helped for a moment.
I shifted myself backwards, towards her toes. My mouth left the nipple, and moved on towards the navel, following a long, slow track of kisses and nibbles. Both breasts were now equally caressed by two hands; it took quite some effort to direct mouth and two hands at the same time, while I also had to process a waterfall of emotions. Ah, men and multitasking…
Finally, I reached the abyss of the navel. I collected some saliva, and slowly swirled my tongue in large circles around Anita’s center, leaving wet strokes, slowly narrowing in. The closer I came, the more Anita’s body shook. I looked up once more. “Don’t you blow it now, or I’ll have to leave the job undone!”
Anita whimpered, but I could feel her body tense; she was clearly working hard to get it under control.
I started my circles again, first following the slick, beaten track, but eventually getting into the untrodden area. The circles narrowed down and my hands got rougher, groping Anita’s breasts. Anita panted heavily, her belly moving up and down, but besides that, her body was reasonably well under control. Finally I came to the core, my tongue reached the navel, and from there, my lapping radiated in all directions, each time coming back to the center.
Eventually, my mouth moved, kissing and licking, from the navel to the left hip; I had to stretch my arms to keep in touch with her breasts, lying flat, upper body and arms resting on Anita, who was göztepe escort bayan now groaning desperately. My hands, no longer able to do a proper job on the breasts, where eventually retreated to the sides of Anita’s body, making long, soft strokes along her sides, alternated by a bit more firmly rubbing the hipbones. Mouth continued its route, moving back to the center, but, to Anita’s great frustration, it crossed the pubis and continued to the other hip. I loved stroking the soft skin with my lips; my breathing making her shiver.
After lingering for a while, I continued my exploration to the south, nipping, licking and kissing my way to her thighs.
There, my tongue ran long laps up her legs, ending just before it would reach her pussy, although slight contact between tongue and the puffy pussy lips could not always be prevented…
The moist area in between the lips left no question about Anita’s arousal, and this was further proven by series of funny sounds escaping from Anita’s mouth, varying in long, soft, squeaking wails, short huffs and puffs, and snorting.
The lower body was now totally out of Anita’s control, her hips feverishly trying to get the attention of my tongue to her pussy. Eventually, I gave in. My tongue made a long, slow stroke between her lips, causing Anita’s body to buckle even stronger.
Then I sat up.
“No way!! You’re not going to leave me like this!!” Anita cried, pulling her hands in the rope. I had no doubt she would be able to pull them out, if she tried, so I sternly ordered her to stay calm and to give me just a second.
“Why don’t you just take me now! Stop playing with me, and take me, make me come!! I want you!!” Her voice was desperate.
I took out the vibrator, which I had hidden under the bed cover. Although the initial plan was to first tease her breasts a bit, I couldn’t ignore her pleading. I wet the plastic rod with saliva, and tried to push it carefully inside her moist flesh; an operation hugely challenged by the wild rocking of her body.
“Are you okay with this?” I asked once more, once it was all inside.
“Of course I’m not okay!! Go on with it!! I’m losing it!!” she fumed, and I quickly pushed the button to start the vibrations. Although the sound was muted by the flesh, the reaction of Anita’s body left no question on whether it worked or not.
I tried to move the vibrator up and down her pussy, meanwhile licking her slick lips and paying sufficient attention to her clit, but the wild movements of her body made it almost impossible.
“Keep your body a bit more under control!” I ordered, and Anita cried, “I’m trying, I really am!!”
Eventually I discarded the vibrator and used both hands to hold her hips down, just to let my tongue do all the work. A bit more probing and stroking was all that was needed to turn Anita into a shaking and wailing orgasmic mess. I was taken aback by all the violence, but she seemed ok, and I decided to keep up the soft licking until she finally lay still. I looked up, and saw her body slowly relaxing, her eyes closed; her mouth slightly open, getting control on her breath.
Then she took a deep breath, and blathered in a long sigh: “Oh, my god! You did it, you did it, you did it. Pheeewwww! You really did it. I can’t believe it, but you did it. You made it! Oh my… Oh my god!”
I was pretty pleased with myself! I untied her hands and watched her coming to herself. Finally, she opened her eyes again and gave me a shy smile. “Oh, my god!”
“What?” I asked cocky, “First time orgasm?”
“Of course not!” she replied, putting me back in place. “But it doesn’t happen very often. I never expected this to happen on our first date, and you made it happen so quickly, so intense! I wasn’t faking, you know!”
As if that thought even crossed my mind…
“And now back to you!” she said, and moved up. “May I take off your clothes?”
My first reaction was to back off; my mind was having a fierce battle with my instinct about tit for tat. Finally, I pulled myself together and gave her the opportunity to unbutton my shirt. I swallowed when my arms out slid out of the sleeves.
My t-shirt rapidly followed; strangely, that seemed to be a lesser hurdle. And then I had two arms surrounding me, her cheek pressing my chest; I could get used to that! Soft kisses heated my body.
But then, her hands moved down to unbutton of my jeans, ready to take that off, too. I strained, and she sensed the tension.
“What?” she asked, giving me a puzzled look.
“I can’t,” I whimpered.
Anita gave me another soft kiss on my chest, while her hands kept fiddling with my jeans.
“I’m sorry, I can’t. I’m not ready!” pushing her hands away more roughly than intended.
Anita backed off, her face turned pale, tears welled in her eyes.
“What do you mean, you’re not ready. No sex on a first date and that kind of stuff? So I’m a slut!!??” she spat out. All the previous joy had left both of us.
“No, you’re not a slut! No way!!” I stammered, blast away by this explosion of emotions. “It is just… I guess you have been preparing this for days, maybe even weeks. You’ve had it all sorted out! You might have guessed we would end up in bed, while I… This afternoon I still thought I would be spending this evening eating pizza while reading the paper, and now look what I’m into!!”
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