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The day came for our second meet up. Much excitement was built up in me again anticipating what might happen that evening. Once again I arrived at your house, and you greeted me with such a warm hug. It felt familiar again as we went toward your kitchen and you got the wine out knowing I would probably enjoy part of a glass.
We mostly talked about normal things, but before I finished my wine you said “I do have a new small favor to ask you.”
I nervously asked “Oh ok, what would that be?”
“I want you to go to the bathroom and get undressed. But this time I have one of my button shirts hanging in the bathroom you can wear for at least now. Can you do that for me and come out with only my shirt on?”
“Yes, I think I can do that,” I said with a grin.
I walked into the half bath and find the mostly white shirt with small blue stripes that you were talking about hanging on the back of the door. I used the restroom not knowing where my evening was going to go. I removed the clothing and undies I wore there, and set them on the floor like I did last time. I felt like this might become a routine each time I came to see you.
I freshened myself up and noticed that it looked like you put out fresh towels on the rack. Using one like I did last time, I placed it on the sink when I was done. I put on your shirt which smelled so much like you. It gave me a feeling of warmth and comfort. Feeling more secure because I was somewhat covered, I left the bathroom and returned back to you in the kitchen.
“You can finish your wine if you like, but I do want to check you out in my shirt. Can you turn around for me?”
I turn around, and you come up behind holding my hips gently. Then you lift your shirt up off my butt so that it was exposed to you.
“There is that beautiful ass that I’ve missed for the past 5 days. Bethany, it has been driving me crazy seeing you in your dresses at work knowing how sexy you look naked under them.”
“You are so bad for me, Steven. It’s sexy to think you have imagined me at work. I hope I haven’t distracted you too much”, as I laugh.
“Oh sweetheart, you are a very welcome distraction,” you said as your hands massage the cheeks of my butt. You were still behind me as your hands move back to my hips, under your shirt. But you lift your hands up my sides to find the sides of my breasts, lifting your shirt up with them. Your hands came around cupping my breasts, one in each hand and it felt so good again to feel your hands on me.
You pinched my nipples between your fingers gently, and a wave of pleasure started to go through my body, exciting me for more. You pulled me closer to your front and I can feel your body and manhood pressing into my back. Your hands slide down my belly as I tilt my head back, and they continue until they are at the tops of my legs. One hand returns back to my left boob, but your right hand slowly explores my mound near my clit.
“I love how smooth you are there. Thank you for keeping it shaved for me, its so hot and sexy feeling you bare”
I felt you gently caressing the front of my mound and tummy just above as my breathing deepened and increased. I was pretty sure I could feel your dick growing in your jeans, which started to turn me on even more knowing I could create a reaction with you. I could feel my wetness start even without you getting that intimate with my pussy yet.
Your hands somewhat retreated back towards my hips and you step back saying “I would like to take you downstairs and show you my shop. You can bring the rest of your wine with you if you like.”
“Sure, I would love to see anything else of your house you want to show me.”
As we walked through the living room I felt the fabric of your shirt ruffle against my bare body. You had excited my nipples some and I felt them more sensitive against the movement of the shirt. You opened the door to the basement and I followed your lead down the steps.
I wasn’t sure what I was expecting your basement to look like, but it wasn’t finished. Parts of it had boxes that you were storing, along with your bicycle and some old workout machines, but much of it was your workshop where you like building and making things as your hobby. There were tables and tools and saws around various places. In the middle of your shop was a big wood work table. You said you used it as a big surface to put many of your projects together. It wasn’t a tall table, more like a bed height.
“So what do you think of it down here?”
“It’s really interesting that you know how to use these tools to make and build things. And you have a cool space you can do it. Very much a guy space,” I said as jokingly smiled.
“Thats one thing I liked about this house is having the space that I can create things and have my shop set up.” Then with a short pause you continued, “How would you feel if my basement was where most of my bondage and restraint ideas happen?”
“Oh ok, ummm. It is a little cold down here, you know. But I guess kapaklı escort in a way maybe this is like your sex dungeon,” I said as I nervously laugh it off.
“Well I can see about trying to make it a little warmer. But I have a feeling things will warm up enough for you you won’t feel too cold,” you quickly quip back.
I felt my body creating goosebumps as we talked about the coldness.
“So if you are willing to experiment with me some, I want to try some restraint with you.”
“Right now?”, asking as if it was a surprise, but in reality I was expecting it to be part of the evening.
“Yes, right now, and right here on my work table,” you say as I’m thinking to myself how dominant you are right now. Your assertiveness is turning me on more than I expected. The thrill of the unknown and trying to put my trust in you.
“Go ahead and take off my shirt and I want you to lay down on the table with your head up that end,” as you motion what direction you want me to lay down on.
I took off your shirt and you stretched out your arm to take it from me. “You want me to lay down facing up?”
“Yes facing up, please.”
“And you are not going to do anything to hurt me or be weird about, right?”
“You trust me, right? Nothing has changed from our conversations about what we both like. I know your limits, and I would never do anything to you that I already know you wouldn’t like.”
“Yes, I trust you. It just feels a little scary I guess. But I trust you.”
“We are doing this together. Some nervousness is normal, and it’s cute and sexy that you are willing to try this with me, Bethany.”
“Ok,” I reply. I was partially nervous and partially excited to try something new with you. Lot of mixed emotions. I put my hands on the table and lifted my knee up to push myself up on it, and felt the hardness and coldness of the somewhat rough unfinished wood. I knew roughly how you wanted me to lay on it, so I position myself facing up with my head in the area that you said. You had the lights on and there was a light right above the table. I remember looking up at the glare of it, feeling very exposed and my body brightly lit.
I covered my boobs with one arm, with the other arm at my side on the table, and kept my legs closed. I saw you get a big roll of grey plastic strap off one of the other tables and put it on the table beside me. At the time I wasn’t sure what it was for. Then you got your drill and a box of screws and a big scissor cutter. You took the roll of plastic and cut off a piece about 6 inches long. The plastic was somewhat stiff but soft enough to bend. I was still covering myself partially and nervously watching what you were doing around me. You did’t really say anything the whole time.
After you cut the strap, you take the arm that I was using to cover my boobs and lifted it from me and stretched it out and a little above my shoulders beside me. I didn’t resist, but deeper down I am apprehensive of what you are doing, and at the same time I am also feeling a sense of excitement that what we discussed many evenings is finally happening. You talked about many possible ways of bondage, and I knew this might be just one of many ways you wanted to try it with me. I was willing to try any of them.
Even under the bright light I stayed brave and resisted the urge to recover my breasts with my free arm. I knew you would be taking that arm away from me probably next anyway. With my one arm outstretched on the table above my shoulders, you took the strap and placed it on the table beside my wrist. You took the drill with a screw and screwed one end of the strap down to the table.
You pulled the strap over my wrist and pushed the other end to the table and screwed it down with your drill, but not too tightly. My right arm wasn’t going anywhere now. The feeling of you using screws really heightened the seriousness of how restrained you were making me. I had thoughts of what if something happened to you and I was stuck on this table. God forbid that someone finds me strapped to this table!
You cut another piece of strap. You moved around to the other side of the table and you took my left arm and outstretched it to the other side. You did the same thing with the drill and screws. I knew eventually you would get down to my legs and I tried to relax my body. I could feel my leg tensely clamping themselves together as a natural reaction. I tried to overcome that.
You walked back over to above my head and leaned your body over to caress my outstretched arms with your fingers, somewhat tickling me on the undersides of my arms. As your hands came back inwards they found their way to my breasts, and the warmth of your hands felt so good compared to the cool air in the room.
Your hands rubbing me was also arousing me more as they worked their way down the sides of my body to my hips and across to my stomach. You rubbed my front for a few minutes, then you proceeded to cut more straps off of karabağlar escort the roll.
You moved down toward my feet, and with your hand you picked up my right ankle and moved it toward the side of the table. I could feel my pussy more exposed to you now. As you worked I could see you looking at my body, wondering if you were getting as excited as I was. Were you nervous also? You use your drill to screw the strap around my ankle to the table.
“How are you doing, Bethany?”
“I guess ok. I have never been restrained like this for sure! I am not sure exactly what you are doing but I trust you.”
“Even in your predicament you look so hot and sexy.”
His words helped reassure me to be confident as he took my other ankle and stretched it to the left side of the table. I felt so exposed and vulnerable when he opened my legs like that. But at the same time I was trying to reassure myself to trust him. I felt the cool air of the basement on the wet tissues of my pussy as he stretched out my leg.
“I want your legs to be as open as they can be without causing you too much discomfort,” you said as you took my left leg and moved it open until I felt the muscle tension in the backs of my thighs.
“Ok thats probably far enough,” I tell you.
You hold my leg there as you drill the screws to hold the strap around my ankle. You go back around to my right leg, and with your hand holding it, you unscrewed that strap.
“I think you can get this leg open a little more. Let me know how far I can go before you feel it bothering you. I want your pussy to be the most exposed and open it’s ever been in your life.”
You firmly pulled my ankle out slowly some more until it started to feel a little uncomfortable in the back and inside muscles of my thighs.
“Ok, thats probably as far as I can get for you.” You screw the strap back down with my leg out open more. i could feel the tightness in my muscles stretching. My pussy lips must have been open because I could feel the coolness of air around the opening of my hole and open tissues. I move my knees some to try to relieve some of the pressure on my thighs.
“Oh, we can’t have you moving around that much,” you said as you get the roll of strap again and cut off longer sections.
You put one on each of my legs above my knee, now I can barely move my knees and I’m feeling much more trapped and exposed. You added 2 more straps at my elbows also, and finally you cut a long piece and put it around my waist below my navel.
“Well you are probably right, this has to be the most open and exposed my pussy has been to anyone in my life! I wasn’t sure what your plan was at first but now I see the game you are playing.”
“Now you won’t be able to deny what is coming next,” you say as my mind sorts out the possibilities; Toys? Oral? Sex? Something else that I’m not prepared for?
You were down at the end of the table, I could see you admiring the open lips of my pussy. You kneel up on the table and bring your head closer to her. Your fingers starting touching the inside of my stretched-tight thighs. I felt the pull of my legs against the straps and I was firmly stuck to the table. Your finger explores my lips and soft tissue between them. I could feel you spreading my lips even further apart and pulling them.
“I hope you are feeling the most exposed you have ever felt. You females are so fascinating! I could explore you for days and still always be interested in learning every part of you.”
Your fingers softly explored just as you said that. I could sense your fascination with my pussy as you surveyed me for several more minutes. Your touch was making me more sensitive and wetter. The tingles were waking her up and the warmth of your breath and fingers was so welcoming. Your head moved closer as I see your tongue leave your mouth and land on the open area of my lips.
“Ummmmmm,” that feels so good.
You explored me with your tongue, a combination of short licks and long sweeps. while your fingers slip inside me caressing the insides of my hole. Your warm tongue felt so good against the cold air I was feeling before. The pressure on the straps increased as my muscles tried to react to your licks and touch. The feeling of being at your mercy with my legs spread wide open was intensifying. It was an awkward pose you had me in, but I started to understand why you wanted me to be in this position.
“Oh my god, Bethany. You taste so good. I can’t get enough of you right now!”
Your tongue finds its way to my clit and I let out a much stronger “Hmmmmmm.” I could feel my wetness increasing, and you were there to lick up any before it leaked out much more. You must have licked me for a good 15 min, slowly at times, then more aggressively until I couldn’t take it anymore and released one of my stronger oral orgasms. My body fought against the straps holding me down, which made it even that much more intense. “Fuuuuuucccckkkk!!” instinctively came karabük escort from my mouth, louder than I would ever catch myself saying.
You continued to gently lick me as I caught my breath, still sensitive from my climax. Your hands rubbed my legs, then up to my belly, feeling the deepness of my breaths as I calmed down. I remember feeling so wet down there as the air moved, likely a mix of your saliva and my own wetness as my legs remained spread open and my pussy fully unprotected. You hovered over me, casting your gaze back and forth between my body and my eyes.
I remember you saying something about wanting to fuck me, so you got your drill and began to remove the screws to release me. It felt comforting to be able to bring my legs back closed. I was gaining more trust in you, and I did feel good inside that I could stretch my boundaries more than I ever have and allow you to put me in such a very awkward sexual situation.
I sat up from the table and you took my hand to help me stand back up. You handed me your shirt to put back on, and as I secured a few of the buttons I felt sheltered once again.
We returned back upstairs. “Did you want anymore wine?” you asked.
“No, I’m ok I think. Can I just use the restroom for a moment first?”
“Sure Bethany, take your time, I’ll be here.”
I used your restroom and cleaned up again knowing your anticipation for sex. From our conversations over the past few months and then feeling the tempo of things last time and today I got the feeling this would somewhat the normal plan. The first part focusing on me and my pleasure, then going to your bedroom and returning the favor so that you could have your pleasure and enjoy sex.
I met you back in the kitchen, then you led me upstairs. As we go around the corner into your room you stop me before we get to the bed and slowly unbutton my shirt from behind me. I felt your hands cupping my breasts through the open shirt as you rest your chin on top of my head and your breathing increases.
You started to undress yourself beginning with your belt and lowering your jeans to the floor, then taking your shirt off. It feels somewhat comforting that you got naked with me after being naked in front of you so much that evening.
I noticed when you started to rub your manhood through your underwear shorts. Your manhood increasing in size and hardness. I started to look forward to feeling it inside me again, to feel you fucking me in your pleasure.
You removed your underwear and I saw it spring out and bounce. Your excitement wasn’t contained anymore and your hunger for sex was very evident. Sliding your shirt off of my shoulders, I felt your gaze on my breasts and body.
“Bethany, put yourself on my bed on all fours facing away from me.” I climbed onto your bad and did as you said, knowing full well what you wanted. “It’s been too long since I’ve had doggy, and I’m really in the mood for it right now with you,” you said as I got into position.
I remembered from our conversations that you said your wife was very vanilla and rarely did anything more than lay there when you did have sex. So I was guessing maybe it was many years since you had something like doggy, and I wanted you to have that.
I had enjoyed doggy with a few other partners prior, but after learning of your more dominant style my thoughts during our chats and at home to myself were of you fucking me doggy in a more aggressive and assertive manner. I was so excited you chose doggy for tonight.
You got on the bed behind me, and felt your hands on my butt cheeks, rubbing them and over my back. Your hands returned to my cheek, then down between my legs and over my pussy lips. I could feel the head of your cock touching my leg as you got closer.
“Bend down onto your elbows sweetheart,” as your hand returned to my back and lightly pushed me down. You got your body closer to mine and I could feel your cock bouncing against my pussy. Then you held it and intentionally rubbed it against me working me up into more excitement.
As your head found my entrance you slowly entered in. “Fuck, that feels so good sweetheart! You are so fucking tight.” I blushed hearing you say it and felt more sexy about myself that you were enjoying it that much, and it felt so good to feel you inside me.
You started slow, sensing you wanting to savor the pleasure you were feeling. Eventually you picked up your pace, pounding into me at times, moaning as you did and grabbing my hips tighter. I could feel your whole length pushing against me inside.
At times you slowed down, changing your pace several times, but the last round of pounding me you unleashed into me, spewing all of your cum into my body. You groaned out a roar like you did last time, and I felt so happy that you could experience that much pleasure.
“Damn, Bethany! That is too fucking amazing! I’m so sorry that I didn’t give you much attention. I promise to make it up to you. I wanted you so bad I didn’t give as much thought to your pleasure.”
“That’s very ok,” I explained back. “You have given me so much pleasure all of the other times I don’t expect it a certain way. I’m flattered you were that turned on and wanted to use me for your pleasure. I want to be the good girl for you.”
