David and Linda - The Beginning

The soft scent of Gardenia perfume remains in my mind as the first impression of Linda. That and her deep blue eyes held my attention from the moment we met.  Staring into those pools of blue as I shook her hand I couldn't help noticing the subtle aroma of gardenia . . .and something else.  I couldn't place it right then but her perfume affected me and I felt a stirring in my pants.  She smiled and I thought I saw a hint of desire in her face as well.  We exchanged the usual pleasantries before we left for the restaurant.  For a blind date, Linda exceeded my expectations.  Auburn hair framed her face and accented her eyes.  Her body was well proportioned and each feature seemed to flow into the next with the perfection of a sculpture.  The silk blouse she wore helped my male tendencies to undress her with my eyes.  Her breasts appeared firm even without the benefit of a bra. Maybe it was the coolness of the evening air but I couldn't help noticing her nipples were as hard as I was. As she turned to go out the door I took a long look at her behind.  Her skirt hugged her hips and buns and gave me a nearly perfect image of them.  The bottom seam of her blouse formed a half moon line across the middle of her buns.  The stirring in my loins increased when I realized no panty lines were present.  

The next few hours flew by like a dream.  We talked, laughed, and shared our life stories with each other. When we arrived back at her apartment, we shared a "first date" kiss before she opened the door without inviting me in.  I quickly asked her if she would go out with me again next Friday.  As she closed the door, she paused.  With her head leaning on the doorjamb she looked into my eyes and said "yes".  The door closed and clicked shut.  I leaned against the wall for a few moments enjoying the feelings of a great evening. Then slowly walked away, excited about finally meeting someone who made me feel so alive?

With each date the good night kisses became longer. My hands became a little more adventurous and attempted to roam over her back (and even managed to determine that she wore a thong) before she would back away and leave me outside her door. I learned she had several bad experiences with men who took advantage of her then she never saw them again. She was being cautious with me so I respected her wishes and didn't want to push her into anything she wasn't ready for.  And so, my after date routine included a cold shower . . . or a date with my five fingered friend.  

The first time took me by surprise. We were locked in a kiss. My right hand slid down her back and over her hip. Instead of backing away immediately she pressed herself against me in such a way that I knew she could feel my hardness.  She looked into my eyes and started to back away from me and reached for the door handle.  The door opened.  Her left hand held mine gently.  I stood still has she slowly backed up.  She crossed over the threshold.  I opened my hand to let her go.  She looked away for a second then back at me.  Her grip on my hand tightened and she pulled me slowly into her apartment and closed the door. She pulled me into her body and wrapped her arms around me.  Our lips met and began a slow lovers dance. My hands explored the familiar terrain of her back, making the slow circular movement she seemed to enjoy. I stopped when I reached the top of her thong and started to move my hands up her back.  Her head moved back and she opened her eyes.  After a second or two her eyes closed and her lips again pressed against mine.  Before I could decide what she wanted me to do, her hands told me. They moved down and grabbed my buns and pulled my hips to meet hers.  Separated by only a couple layers of cloth, the heat of our bodies combined and I got lost in the flames of passion. 

In the morning I awoke, still nude, with her body molded against mine. Her sleeping face still glowed with the contentment of a kitten after a bowl of warm milk. A trail of hastily removed clothing lead out to the living room.  Her black thong and my boxers hung from the bedposts like victory flags. I took a long slow breath: the scent of gardenias and something else greeted me. And that "something else" was stronger now, more familiar: The scent was Linda's arousal.

With her head on my shoulder and leg across my waist, Linda's fingers traced figure 8's on my chest.  Her breathing slowed and her hand finally came to a stop.  I closed my eyes and slept.

When my eyes opened, I saw Linda's smiling face leaning on her left hand.  Her right hand was tracing more figure 8's on my belly, and her right thigh was on my hip and her foot was somewhere between my legs.  I stretched . . .and realized my hands were tied to the bedposts.  I raised my head and saw my feet tied to the posts at the bottom of the bed.  My body formed a big X on the bed and I could hardly move.  My eyes met hers and she raised a finger to her lips.

"Don't say anything yet. Let me explain first." she spoke softly.  "I've always had this fantasy of tying a man up and having complete control.  But, I didn't know how to ask you if you would let me.  So, I decided to take a chance and just do it."

She went on to explain how she wanted to tease a man but if he wasn't tied, he would tend to take over and not let her finish what she wanted to do.  She looked down at my belly where her fingers had started doing their slow figure 8's again.

"Any ways, if you want me to untie you now, just say so."

I wasn't sure if she was aware of the movement near her thigh, but if she had noticed she would have known that I was a little more than just interested.  I too had fantasies about being tied, but had been reluctant to let her know about it for fear of scaring her off.
 
"Let me get up...." I said. 
 
Her face saddened. 
 
"...I need to go to the bathroom.  When I get back . . .You can do whatever you want to me."  I smiled. 
 
She smiled and started to move off of me. Then stopped.  Looked at the promise of things to come, and licked her lips.  With all the enthusiasm of a little girl with a Popsicle on a hot day, she leaned over and took my hot flesh into her mouth and pulled her lips over it a couple times.  She untied me and said, "Hurry back." as I left the room. 
 
When I returned, she just kept smiling as she waved her hand toward the bed, indicating where she wanted me.  After tying my hands and feet to the bedposts again, she asked if I was uncomfortable.  Although I was stretched out and couldn't move much, I replied I was fine.  She then told me that if I REALLY needed to stop and be untied to say "uncle", otherwise she would ignore any other requests from me.   
 
She started out slowly.  Using her hands, she rubbed every part of my exposed body.  Then using just the tips of her fingers she felt my nipples, drew circles around them, even lightly pinching them. She seemed to be observing my reactions to her every touch.  She explored my navel.  She drew large circles on my thighs.  Her fingers pushed my family jewels around in their sac.  She ran her fingertip up and down and around my shaft.  If she got a reaction from a particular touch, she would continue to explore that area for a few minutes, Increasing pressure here, lightly there, memorizing every reaction to every touch.   
 
When she finished with her hands, she went back to the beginning and repeated the process, with her mouth and tongue.  By the time she finished this time, I understood what she meant when she said men want to take control...I was ready to dive into her and if I wasn't tied I would have.  But after bringing me close to the edge with her mouth, she stopped. 
 
After repositioning herself she straddled my stomach said "My turn...� and pressed a breast to my mouth.  I kissed it and ran my tongue over it.  My mouth pulled her nipple in and my tongue teased it.  She told me to suck harder. And when I had a good suction she pulled away slowly until it popped.  The other one quickly replaced it.  She repeated this alternation several times.  I could feel rising the heat and moisture of her passion on my belly as she pressed against it. My only stimulation was the occasional bump of her behind against the tip of my shaft when she rocked back.   
 
When she had enough of this treatment she changed position again.  This time she straddled my head and gave my mouth and tongue a new target.  Her natural perfume, the heat of her passion, and the wetness of her female folds of silky skin, pushed my desires into overdrive.  When I was doing something she really liked, she would take my shaft into her mouth and push me toward the edge again.  When she wanted me to change she would leave it throbbing in the cool air.  Finally, as she approached the edge, she turned around and quickly mounted me.  Her body bounced up and down nearly bruising my hips.   
 
We both went over the edge at almost the same instant.  She went down hard on me and her muscles pulsed against my shaft. Her body flattened against mine, her arms went under mine, her hands held the sides of my head.  She locked her lips on mine, and her whole body shuddered.   
 
We stayed like that.  Me still inside of her, her holding on to me until the waves stopped.   
 
I felt her clinch her internal muscles once.  She raised her head and looked into my eyes and did it again.  She did it a few more times and I felt that familiar stirring from my loins again. 
 
"Want to do it again?" she asked. "Only this time you can tie me down."  She winked. 
 
I winked back.  (but that's another story. . .hehehehehe)
 

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