The Night

? SEVEN ?

She led him by the hand into the dining room. A large dark polished wood table in the center. The room was dark with a warm smokiness which crept away from the yellowed light flickering from the candelabra.

She spun him gently. "Now where were we?" she purred. She pulled him to her as she leaned back against the table. Her beautiful bare arms wrapping around his tiny waist, her long sexy legs squeezing his legs together. Nylon on nylon. Electric chills. A kiss. Long. Deep. Erotically sensual. Colors exploding in his brain as his temperature rose, his heart thumped and his sex throbbed.

She put his hands behind his back and held them there with one surprisingly strong hand, wrists crossed. "I know you. I love you." She reached up with her free hand and began to stroke his nipple.

He was overcome. His head fell back. His breathing became deeper, a moan escaped his lips.

"Yes My Darling. Indulge yourself."

She released his wrists and lightly began to trace his torso. She licked his exposed nipple lightly. He shuddered. She licked it again while her hand danced over his thighs. He quaked with the physical sensations. He thought he would cum. He was so close, yet not like any other time he could remember. Deeper. Stronger. But how could he? She hadn't even touched his cock that was still tucked between his legs.

She pressed the wide flat part of her warm tongue against his breast. Gently. Up and down and up and down and he was racked with pleasure. Weak knees, trembles, gasped breaths. Erotic. Enticing. Incredible.

And she stopped suddenly. “No, no, my Sweet,” she whispered, her hot breath kissing his ear, “Come with me.”

She led him into the bedroom. Pushed him down onto the bed. Pulled his heels off and messaged his feet. Slowly, sensually. For a long time she rubbed and soothed him, working her way from his feet over his ankles, caves, thighs, crotch. She pulled off his skirt. Un-zipped his top, threw out his breast forms and really began to play him.

Her rubbing became nibbling and licking, tongue teasing. His crotch. His nipples. His neck and ears. Long deep kisses.

Time had long ago stopped for him. He could not believe this incredible woman and what she was teaching him to feel. Making him feel. He tried to return some of the attention to her, but she forced his hands or mouth away as she continued. “Lie back. Just let Heather come out.”

She pulled his stockings off and produced two belts from under the bed with which she bound his wrists to his thighs. With another belt she bound his ankles together and then blindfolded him.

This sent him to the next level of sensual eroticism. To be a woman with another beautiful sexy woman who had tied him up ...Oh God!!!! A fantasy come to life! And he was feeling everything he had dreamed he would and more. She was tuned into his nervous system and played each ending to its fullest potential.

She tingled, licked his bare legs. Always stopping just short of his crotch or going around it. She was driving him mad with desire. Desire for her. Desire to cum. Desire to be a woman ... always!

Finally she pulled her own skirt up revealing her hairless sex, nestled between her garter straps, which were attached to her stockings. She straddled him and on her knees worked her way up until her crotch was just above his mouth. "Now my darling." is all she said and he didn't hesitate. He gently licked her wet sex, a long slow lick that sent shivers up her spine. She moaned, "Yes." He probed her with his tongue to find her spot. "Ooohhhh, yes." He licked deeper. He circled her lips. She squeezed him with her legs. He could feel her as a woman would feel her.

He licked, nibbled and kissed her like a woman. Like a woman who knows what a woman loves, what a woman feels, what a woman needs. She moaned and squeezed him and took short gasping breaths. She leaned all the way back sinking into her own world, teasing her own nipples and moaning. He brought her to climax after climax. She shrieked and moaned and finally pulled away from him. Exhausted she fell sleepily next to him and he loved it.

She groggily promised, "We're not through yet. My beautiful Heather. I think you have earned something special."