Four Friends Ch. 02 – Saturday Afternoon

Literotic asexstories – Four Friends Ch. 02 – Saturday Afternoon by oldbutnottooold,oldbutnottooold
Chapter 2

Saturday afternoon, Chloe texted to thank me for picking up the tab and for exceeding expectations. She mentioned that not just Katie, but all three of her friends had asked for my phone number – which I wasn’t sure I believed. I responded that was fine with me, not expecting anything to come of it. I ran some errands, read a bit and then headed to the bar, which was mostly empty at 5. Just how I liked it.

“Well, if its not the ladies man.”

“Very funny Jack. Just give me a drink without the commentary, ok?”

“No, really, how did you end up at a table with those 4? They come in all the time, but no one ever gets close – they really shut the boys down.”

“Considering your clientele, that shows their good taste. I met the redhead at a coffee shop” – did I mention that Chloe was a redhead – “learning about microbiology while she pretends to be interested in my views on modern history, having lived through most of it. Never met any of her friends before.”

“The blonde seemed to cozy up to you. And weren’t you talking about bondage when you were at the bar?”

“Well, Chloe has an active imagination, and I didn’t always live in a small town – so sometimes she likes to ask about when I was more interesting. I may have issues with appropriate boundaries, as you know. And I guess Katie was just tired and I was sitting next to her. Maybe I remind her of her grandfather?” We laughed.

“You know their names? More than most get out of them.”

“Well, it would be rude to sit with people for that long and not at least introduce ourselves. Drink?”

I read some news on my phone – well, tried to read. I was really thinking about last night and how odd and exhilarating it had been. I mean, Chloe added to my life, but even though we genuinely enjoyed each other’s company, I knew ours was a transactional relationship. There were boundaries. But I had a strange feeling a line had been crossed, and I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. Excited? Scared? Confused?

“Howdy – I had a feeling I’d find you here.” And there was Katie.

“Caught red handed. Aren’t you out a little early on a Saturday night?”

Katie was dressed in a light cotton summer dress, hair pulled back into a low, short ponytail. She was even more beautiful laid back – I never really understood the need for makeup.

“Well, as you predicted, I slept really well last night – after the girls stopped grilling me about what it was like.”

“And?”

“And what? I still don’t know – it’s a bit of a blur. But it was exactly what I needed, once I got over being in public. You were so discreet and – is caring too weird a word to use?”

“Not at all – you should feel cared for. When you don’t, you should stop.”

“Hmmm, I’ll think about that.” Jack was creeping closer again. Katie asked Jack for her usual.

We sat in silence for a few minutes, her drinking and thinking, me pretending to read.

“Ok, so how does this go?”

“How does what go?”

“You’re going to make me ask, aren’t you? Isn’t that a little cruel?”

“Yes, I’m going to make you ask – if you really want something, you should be willing to ask for it soberly and carefully. Things can become manipulative way too easily. I’m excited, but I also admit to being a little concerned about the age difference between us.”

“Your joking – I’m the same age as Chloe!”

“True, but that is different. We’re friends, but it’s also a business relationship. Unless that’s what you want as well.”

“No, no, no. I totally understand why she does what she does, but I’ve never been paid and don’t want to be. I don’t judge her – or you. Some of her other clients I wonder about – especially the ones who work at the university. But as I learned last night, you are genuinely interesting. Plus, to be honest, I don’t need the money – and I know she does.”

“So, the age difference doesn’t bother you?”

“I thought it would, but no – not with you.”

“Not what I expected in the cold light of day.” I took a drink.

She waited. “You’re still going to make me say it, aren’t you? OK, fine, if I want you to tie me up again, what will happen?”

“First, you’ll have to be completely sober. If we get to know each other better, maybe then some wine. But nothing happens without consent and clearly drawn boundaries, which we can’t do if you’re even a little bit drunk. Second, I’ll want to hear you talk more about what you’ve watched, read, fantasized about, so I can understand your interests and boundaries – learn about what you really want. If all that goes well, then we negotiate terms. Finally, and only if all that works out, we start.”

She agreed and what followed was a surreal, interesting, and exciting conversation. She shared how she discovered images of tied up women, her surreptitious attempts to find tv and movies with rope and leather. Story lines that interested her, what she masturbated to. She told me about a few awful experiences with boys – and one with a girl – where she tried things. It was clear that her play partners only thought about themselves. She was just an object for their pleasure.

I told her that some people actually liked to objectify, or to be objectified, but not me. She didn’t think she wanted pain – being hit never found its way into her fantasies. I asked her how she felt about discomfort. “Yes, that’s the word – I’d been trying figure it out. Discomfort is good. I don’t want to be hurt, but I do want enough to suffer a little. Is that a thing?”

“It is, and it’s what I’m interested in as well.”

“How lucky for me.” She leaned over and gave me a peck on the cheek.

“We’ll see.”

She turned on her stool to face me. “So, can we go back to your place?”

“Nope.”

“Why not? I’m ready, I’m not drunk, and I’ve waited for so long.” She tried pouting, but that was clearly Oliva’s thing, not hers.

“Well, denial and delay of pleasure is part of how I play, but also you’ve had 2 drinks. You may not feel drunk, but until we’ve gotten to know each other better, you have to be stone cold sober. It’s a rule I won’t break. Not even for you and your pleading eyes and pouting lips – which I don’t believe anyway.”

“Damn, I need more lessons from Olivia” she laughed.

“That might work on boys – but not me. Tell you what, have a lovely night, talk it over with the girls if you want and text me. Then, we can arrange a time. You can come to me, or I’ll come to you – your preference.”

“Chloe warned me you’d be like this, and I hate it when she’s right. But she usually is.”

“That annoys me as well.” I took a sip and casually asked “Did you enjoy the little bit of play last night?”

“How could you even ask that? Of course I did – why else would I track you down?”

It was pushing my rules but couldn’t help it. “Would you like to try one thing before I send you on your way?” She nodded happily. “The bathrooms here are for one person at a time.” Leaning in and lowering my voice, I instructed “Go to the woman’s room. I’ll knock on the door in 2 minutes. Before I get there, take off your shoes and panties, but leave on your dress. Go, or say no, right now.”

She looked at me, that look of interest and trepidation in her eyes I remembered from last night, stood up and headed for the bathroom.

I waited 5 minutes to be a little cruel, told Jack I was hitting the head and I’d be back. I knocked on the bathroom door, pushed down the handle and walked in. It was suddenly bright compared to the bar, and there she was – facing the wall, barefoot, arms behind her back holding a pair of red panties. Clearly, she’d hoped something was going to happen.

I locked the door. Slowly walking around her, I ran my hand up the middle of her back, across the nape of her neck and into her hair. She was totally still, holding her breath. I could see in the mirror she’d closed her eyes. I ran my hand back down over her dress to the small of her warm, trembling back. I slid my hand back up into her hair and cradled her head. I leaned in and enjoyed the lovely smell of her hair and skin, thinking how lucky I was.

I closed my fist around her ponytail and ever so slowly, pulled her head back. Not to cause pain or surprise, but to let her feel how easily control could be given up. I gently kissed behind her ear. She let out the pent-up air in her lungs, and unwittingly opened her hands, letting the panties fall to the floor.

Holding her hair with my right hand, I undid my belt with the left. I moved her hands from behind her to her stomach, wrapping her crossed wrists with the belt, and lifting them up, over and behind her head. Her elbows above her shoulders, wrists even with the nape of her neck, I held the belt and her hair in the same hand.

I slowly moved around to her front and leaned in close. “Open your eyes and look at me.”

Her look was one of desperation and surprise, highlighted by her parted lips and shallow breathing. What I would have given to do more right then and there, but rules are rules. And just because I like playing denial games with others, doesn’t mean I don’t enjoy them as well.

I ran my free hand down the front of her dress, between her delicate breasts, across her stomach. Using my fingers, I slowly pinched the dress between my hand and her stomach, lifting it up until the hem was above her belly button. Now exposed, I ran my hand across the warm skin of her stomach. She drew in a sharp breath and looked at me even more intensely, questioning. I pointed my fingers down and moved them closer to her lips, finally touching and parting them. She was warm and wet. I cupped her with my hand and lifted, ever so slowly, forcing her up on her toes. She closed her eyes, bit her lip, and held her breath. I held her like that for what seemed an eternity, but was probably only half a minute, until her legs started to shiver. Slowly, slowly, I lowered til her heels were back on the cold bathroom floor.

I brought my hand up to my face and inhaled. I’m not sure how I resisted going down on her right there and then, but I had a longer-term plan. I held my wet finger up in front of her face. “Open your eyes.”

I waited a few second, and in a lower tone “Open your eyes.” Slowly her eyelids fluttered open. I showed her my wet fingers and brought them to her lips. She opened her mouth, and I pushed them up against her palate, all the while keeping our eyes locked.

I loosened my grip on her hair and slowly ran my other hand down her back, keeping the belt around her wrists taught. I pulled her against me, so she could feel how hard I was. I held her for a moment, then let her go. I leaned down, took her panties, and headed for the door. She stood there, wrists crossed, belt dragging on the floor.

“I’ll pay your tab. Wait a few minutes before coming out – I’ll be gone by then. Say hi to the girls, and if you want to talk again, call me tomorrow. Remember, no drinking if we get together. Enjoy your night.”

As I closed the door, I looked back and saw her staring at me over her shoulder – she looked confused, a little upset, magnificent.

Chapter 3

Later that night, just before I went to bed, I got a text from Chloe.

“Oh my god, what did you do to her? She’s crazed like I’ve never seen before. Not in a bad way – actually it’s a lot of fun – but you’ve got to tell me how you did that.”

10 minutes later, before I responded, “I’m a little jealous you’ve never left me like that. We’ll have to talk about that, I mean you just met her.”

Needless to say, for the first time in years, I didn’t need porn before I went to sleep.

On Sunday, I got up late, had breakfast and cleaned my house. Maybe I was being overly hopeful, but a good house cleaning never goes to waste. I showered, trimmed my nails, and did some other manscaping, remaining hopeful but not overly confident.

I had just sat down to some mid-afternoon reading when there was a knock on the door. I nearly jumped out of my skin. I calmed myself and opened the door.

Katie barged right past me. “What the hell was that last night! You nearly killed me – I couldn’t think, I couldn’t relax. I had to jerk off at least 3 times before I got to sleep. I could hate you.”

“Good afternoon to you as well. Did you have fun with the girls last night?”

She punched me in the chest. “Fun? I was incoherent and nearly killed at least two boys at the club when they talked to me. And don’t get me started on the look Jack gave me after you left. I looked like a hot mess. You are a bastard.”

“You’re welcome. I thought you looked ravishing, as you do now.”

She plopped on the couch and glared at me. “Don’t make fun of me – I just threw something on and came over.”

“I am not making fun of you, and I never will. I think you are ravishing – you don’t need makeup or fancy hair or any of that stuff. You are beautiful – especially, it seems, when you are worked up.”

“I’m not ‘worked up’, just frustrated as hell. I have been a pent-up piece of stress for weeks, between school, teaching and that asshole boyfriend and when I finally started to feel something – something real – you cut me off.”

“I told you that denial was my preferred form of torture. You were warned.”

“But I didn’t believe you.” She leaned back. “I’ve never known a man who would put off their own, let alone my, satisfaction. What the hell are you?”

“Not a boy. Not really an adult, but definitely not a boy. Can I get you something to drink?”

“Oh no, you’re not going to fool me again. No alcohol for this girl.”

“Water then? I’m going to have some iced tea -I’ll bring you one.”

Calmer and quieter, “That’d be great”.

“Come on – I’ll show you the house.”

I live in a 1920’s cottage- small, 5 rooms with high ceilings and good light. Not too much space, but fine for one person. A bunch of art, lots of books, comfy seating, and a kitchen I’m proud of.

“God, I can’t remember the last time I went to guys place that was clean and adult. You even have a nice kitchen – do you cook?”

“One of my pleasures, though I’m better at dessert than I am with anything other than grilling. Do you like to cook?”

“Yes, but….hold on, your trying to distract me again, aren’t you?” I just smiled and handed her the iced tea.

“I’ve asked you before, but this time I haven’t had a drink – what’s next? I can’t stand it – talk to me.”

“Let’s go back to the living room.” I went to the couch, and she sat facing me, cross-legged, on the floor.

“Tell me, as clearly as you can, what you want. What you liked from the last 2 days, what your limits are- and especially anything you don’t want.”

She stared at me. “If I knew, I wouldn’t have to be here, would I?” For the first time, I believed her pout.

“I’m sorry. I enjoy frustrating you, but not like this. Seriously, this time, we need to be sure I understand you – there are just too many ways this could go wrong. For both of us.”

“Agreed.”

“I promise we’ll figure this out together. I’ll ask direct questions and answer as best as you can.”

She seemed to relax a bit, grabbed my knee and squeezed. “It’s just I’m closer to something I’ve wanted for so long….” She looked directly into my eyes, almost pleading. Even as a creepy old guy, I was touched, and more than a bit turned on.

“These questions are not meant to frustrate. If you can, answer simply. If you can’t, try stream of consciousness; I promise I won’t judge. Everything you say stays between us and we can stop anytime you want. Ok?”

She leaned her back against the couch, took a drink of tea. “Ok, ask away.”

“Which felt better – being restrained and left alone, or being touched last night?”

“No warmup questions? Something easier to answer?”

“Nope – this is the only way I know, unless you want to stop.”

“No, no, no. No more stopping.” She paused, looked out the window. “Obviously, I really liked both and the first led to the second. I could have stayed like that Friday night for a long time. Lost but safe, feeling my skin pressed against itself. Leaning on you. Especially when you added the belt around my legs, wow….”

Another sip. “But yesterday, oh my god. I was not prepared for how it felt to have your hand in my hair and my arms pulled over my head. And when you – I don’t know what to call it – cupped me? No one’s ever done that to me before. It was exhilarating. I thought I was going to cum right there.” She stared into the distance for a minute, closed her eyes. I waited.

“I guess both, really, one leading to the other. But If I had to choose…” she looked at me and I nodded “then the way you gently controlled me yesterday. That was new, unexpected, and so unlike what’s on the internet. Does that make sense?”

“Perfectly.” I took a sip of tea, shifting in my seat. “Did being in public add or detract? Did you remember you were in a bar’s bathroom yesterday – or was that not important?”

“I don’t know, hadn’t thought about it. I guess I did enjoy the risk of discovery Friday night, and liked knowing my girlfriends were there. They’ll never admit it, but I suspect they were a little jealous it was me and not them. But I could have been anywhere yesterday. I totally forgot we were in the bar. Now that you ask, I have no idea what I’d have done if someone walked in on us.” She looked at me again, surprise and discomfort on her face.

“Was the pace right?”

“Slow and steady? Yes. Why do people rush so much?”

“Because they’re idiots but were not talking about them here. Stay on topic, please.”

“Sorry.”

“If we had more time yesterday, how would you have wanted things to end? Did you like being cut short? Did you want to keep going?”

“First of all, fuck you” smiling at me “you are a real son-of-a-bitch. I loved being left wanting more – but damn you. Yes, I wanted you to keep touching me. I wanted to be bend me over the sink and fuck me. I wanted you to order me to do something to you.” She leaned in. “I wanted a lot more.”

“So, to be crass, you wanted to be fingered?” She nodded. “Fucked?” Nodded again. “What else?”

She reached out with both hands, digging short nails into my thigh. “What else? Everything else. I’m not sure there is anything you could have done to me I would have objected to in that state.”

“Things you’ve never done before but fantasized about?”

“You mean like anal? Yes! It’s never even occurred to me that I might want to try that, but yes, in that state I would have.” She leaned back, looked at me. “Have you always had this effect on women?”

“Definitely not. And anyway, I’m just trying to read your thoughts. Ok, which was more important – the pleasure or the discomfort?”

“I enjoyed being stretched, forced to hold a position, if that is what you mean.”

“Did you want that to go further? Harder?”

“Again, I don’t know.” She sat back. “I wasn’t thinking anything specific, and I don’t know how I’d react. Maybe – but maybe not. Does that make sense?”

“Of course it does. We’re all wired a little differently, and while some people know what they like, most of us don’t without trying. Can I ask some specific questions and give me a gut reaction. Don’t think, just answer. Chocking?”

“Yes” her hands came up to her face “Oh my god, I can’t believe I just said that.”

“Harder hair pulling?” “No”

“Spanking?” “Yes, but as part of something else – not on its own”.

“Good; very specific. Do you want to be called good girl?”

“Ew, no. Who’d want that?”

“You’d be surprised, and I find that weird as well. Being overpowered?” She looked questioningly at me, so I added “physically being moved around without asking?”

“Oh, that sounds fun.”

“Positions?”

“Whatever comes at the time. I like them all”.

“How do you come? Oral? Fingering? On top? From behind?”

“Oral and fingering work really well me. The girls think I’m strange because I prefer being on the bottom rather than on top.”

“Trust me, nothing and everything about sex is strange. How oral are you?”

“I think I’m pretty good at it, but its not my favorite. But I like to have something in my mouth when I’m having sex – I sometimes bite my own hair.” She looked at me again, quizzically “I don’t think I’ve ever told anyone that.”

“Like I said, no judgement. Last question – fast or drawn out?”

“Oooohh, it depends? Both? Depends on the mood and how long since it’s been. Right now, with the way you’ve left me, fast would be fantastic.” She drew her knees up, looking squarely at me. “Ok, I’m even more worked up than before. When the hell do we do something?”

“Hold your horses, just a little more. Do you have any questions for me? Anything else I should know?”

“I’ve never been the kind of girl who likes dad bods and I’ve certainly never slept with anyone your age. Sorry, but that’s true.”

“Seems perfectly normal.”

“I’m on birth control but still want to use condoms.” She stopped and considered. “If its not too personal, other than the chance to sleep with a girl, why are you doing this? Its not like I’m anyone special.”

“First of all, after the questions I just asked, nothing is too personal. Second, you are incredibly special. Stop listening to people from your past. I’ve been around awhile, and you are extraordinary. Your whole little circle of friends is remarkable. You are beautiful and interesting and smart and curious. Who could ask for any more than that?”

“And why am I interested? I know I shouldn’t be, but curiosity gets the better of my limited judgement. Luckily, you don’t seem repulsed, and our proclivities seem to mirror each other. But let’s be clear – you can end this anytime and I’ll understand. I’ll never tell a soul about us, and swear in court nothing ever happened. You may want to give up control in certain ways, but you’re in charge of when and how this moves forward. Ok?”

“Is that fair to you?”

“Fair’s got nothing to do with it.”

“Well then, yes, it’s more than ok.”

She stood up. “So, where’s the dungeon or wherever we start?”

“Again, not so fast. I’m old – remember? While I cleaned the house, there are other things I need to be ready. Are you free tonight? And do you teach or have classes tomorrow?”

“My first thing on Mondays isn’t until the afternoon and I have no plans tonight. Not seeing the girls. Why?”

“I want to know how late I can keep you without messing up your life. Go home, take a nap, relax. No masturbating though, ok?” She nodded but didn’t look happy. Ah, to be young. “Be back here say 7. Have a snack but don’t eat anything too heavy. I need to plan.”

“You also want to torture me with waiting a little more, don’t you?”

“I’m that transparent?” I laughed as I led her to the door. I lightly kissed her. “I hope to see you later.”

She looked at me as I opened the door, held my eyes for a moment, and left.

As the evening started to settle in, I waited more impatiently than I care to admit. I have seen a lot, done a lot, but the anticipation which I was responsible for was now almost more than I could take. Not that I’d let Katie know that.

In the meantime, Chloe texted me – but I didn’t respond. I wanted to keep my word and not involve her friends at this point. This was her story to tell and if I was lucky, she’d let me listen in.

I downed a glass of wine: she couldn’t drink, but I could. I had enough lights on to see what I was doing, but not so much that anyone walking by could see inside. I had music low enough for the atmosphere but loud enough to ensure privacy. She might not know I was doing this for her, but I didn’t want her to worry if she ever regretted this.

There was a knock on the door. “Come in -its open.” She was even more lovely in the evening light. She’d switched back to a summer dress and flats. Her hair was again in a high ponytail, and I could tell that she wasn’t wearing much, if anything, underneath as the streetlight shone through her dress.

She locked the door, hesitated, turned around, walked toward me, and held out a closed fist. I reached out and she placed a pair of black silk panties in my hand without ever taking her eyes off mine. I put them in my pocket and reached up and put my hands on either side of her face, leaned in and kissed her. She tensed, then relaxed. When I opened my eyes, she was still looking at me, her eyes reflecting fight, then flight, then fight again. Her hands stayed at her sides. I brought my left hand down to her arm and moved my right to the back of her neck. I could feel the goose bumps on her skin.

I circled close behind her, always touching the nape of her neck. She was still and silent other than her breath. I slowly slid my hand up, down and then back up her back, until I was ever so lightly grasping her ponytail, tightened my grip just enough to control her head. I stepped closer, placing my left arm around her waist, pulling her into me. Now I could not only hear but feel shallow breathing. Both of us were silent. I held her close for what seemed an eternity, then released her as I moved to the couch.

“Remove your dress. Slowly. Don’t turn around. Don’t move. Just undress.”

As she pushed the straps off her shoulders and her dress fell to the floor, I realized she’d also been thinking about tonight. For the first time, I got to see her beautiful back, tiny blonde hairs standing erect on perfect skin. In the silence, she started to lift her arms to cover herself. “Stop, leave them at your side.” She stopped. “Walk backward to me. Don’t worry, I won’t let you fall. Do you trust me?”

She nodded and inched her way back until her lower back met my outstretched hand. “Place your hands behind your back. Slowly. Good. Grab your elbows.” With her arms parallel to the floor, I slowly traced the side of her thigh with the fingers of my right hand. She tried as best as she could to not move, but I could feel her start to lean into the touch.

“No moving unless I tell you, ok?”

Very faintly, “ok”.

I slid my finger around the back of her calf to the inside of her leg and slowly moved it upward. Then, in one quick motion, I brought it up to pin her forearms in place while my right hand came up between her legs, pushing her up on her toes. She gasped, turned to look at me.

“Didn’t I tell you not to turn around? Look straight ahead – I’ve got you; you won’t fall.”

I could feel her pushing down and around on my hand. I knew what she was doing but didn’t allow it. Instead, I moved my hand in rhythm with her movement, keeping up pressure while not enabling friction. My palm was warm, moist, and since I was sitting, my head close to her midsection, I couldn’t help but notice how wonderfully she smelled.

Reducing the upwards pressure of my hand, she sank down until her heels were on the ground. Holding her arms with my left, I used my right to find the pile of straps and other things I had preset under a pillow. I placed the first strap around her lower arms and the next about her legs.

With both of my hands now free, I wrapped a strap around her ankles, others just above the knees and around her waist and finally a wide belt around her arms and her breasts. I left most of the belts loose enough to ensure good circulation, but for the chest I synched it hard enough to elicit a drawn in breath and press tightly against what I hoped were erect nipples. I stood up and used one final strap to tie the wrist and chest straps together behind her back.

I wrapped my arms around her immobile body and pulled her close. She was starting to sweat even though she was naked in a cool room.

I whispered, “Is this what you wanted?” She nodded yes, eyes closed.

“Say it.”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I wanted this.”

I lightly brushed my fingers up and down her arms and back, carefully avoiding erogenous zones – just skin. I worked my way around until we were facing each other, just inches between us. I lifted my right hand up, placing it lightly around her neck. “Look at me. Open your eyes and look at me.”

It took a moment for them to focus on mine so close to her face. There was that look again, the wanting, resisting, searching. “That is the look I was hoping for – you don’t know if you should give in or resist, do you?”

“I don’t. I want this but I’m afraid.”

“Which is stronger? Do you want me to stop?”

Pause. “Don’t stop.”

“Katie, you remember we are not using a safe word? If you say stop, I will stop.”

“I remember. No games.”

I smiled, continuing to hold her gaze. I slid my hand from her neck to the belt around her chest and, grabbing it tightly, pushed down. Confused, she started to panic. “I won’t let you fall. Just go where I put you.” Relaxing, bending knees, she let me push her down while keeping our eyes locked. I ran my hand over and through her hair, reassuring, until it was again at the nape of her neck. Taking the ponytail between my fingers, I lifted up, pushing her head forward and down and then pulling back, forcing her face back up to me. She now recognized that I was fully in control. She gave a Mona Lisa smile.

I kneeled as well, bringing us face to face, pulled hard on her ponytail, and kissed her. At first, soft, lips on lips, waiting for hers to part of their own volition and, when they did, opening mine until our mouths were pressed into each other’s. Slowly, ever so slowly, I pulled my face back, Katie unconsciously leaning forward to follow, not wanting to disconnect. I brought my fingers up to her lips and she immediately sucked them into her mouth without looking away. Trying to concentrate, I reached for another strap, while my fingers, still wet from her mouth, looped the chest and knee bindings together. I drew her chest down to her knees as her eyes flipped back and forth between my face and her knees, trying to understand what was happening. When she was fully bent in half and could no longer look up, I tied the belt off and kissed the back of her head.

“What are you doing to me? Fuck, it’s so tight, I don’t know, what do I do?” her breathing shallow and sharp, a little panic in her voice.

I leaned forward, softly touching her back, and whispered “Shhh, relax. You’re ok.” I kissed her neck and slid behind her on the floor, wrapping my arms around her. Slowly, like at the bar, she faded into herself, moaning ever so quietly.

After a few minutes of drifting away, I took the strap connecting her arms and lowered her onto the floor. She looked up at me with surprise and relief as the pressure came off her knees. I put my knees on either side off her waist and returned my right hand to the back of her neck. With my left, reached back onto the couch and found a gag. Bringing it in front of her face “Would you like to try this?” She looked at it, then me and nodded.

“You have to say it.”

“Please don’t make me….”

“Pouting won’t work. Say it or I won’t.”

“Yes, gag me.”

“I will know if I need to stop, but you won’t be able to say anything. Ok?”

“Yes, just do it, asshole.” I inserted the gag into her waiting mouth and buckled it up. That look of panic and excitement and questioning came back. I sat with her and stroked her face until she closed her eyes again and she sank into her feelings.

We sat like that for a long time, me stroking her face, slowly traced my left hand down her back, across her bottom and thighs and finally between her legs. With one finger, I traced her lips, letting her natural lubrication guide the pace until my finger sank into her. Back and forth, I rubbed from her clitoris to her perineum. She moaned into the gag, rubbing her body against my hand. I added a second, and then a third finger as her rocking increased. Inverting my hand, I placed my middle and index fingers against her opening and let her motion draw them into her. Arching them up, I rubbed the top wall of her vagina, lightly at first and then with more and more pressure. As I pushed up, she pushed down, reaching for release.

I slid my fingers out and her eyes opened, insistent and pleading. I licked them, a taste that will stay with me forever. Pushing back inside, I increased both pressure and tempo. I moved my right hand from her face to grip her ponytail, pulling off the hair tie, and gripped the hair at the base of her scalp.

I waited, watching with fascination as pressure built, movements becoming more desperate. I let her hips dictate the pace of my fingers. Finally, when she was about to come, I pulled her head back. Her eyes flew open, surprised, disoriented and then, she came. It was a spectacular sight.

I left my fingers inside of her, pressing upward but not moving. I waited. Almost imperceptibly she started moving again, pushing harder and harder against my hand. Again, I let her movements guide the pace but this time I left my hand in her hair, moving her head around. She came once, twice, maybe more before my hand slowly retreated. Curling up behind her on the floor, I held her sweaty, beautiful body, my nose buried in her hair, inhaling her intoxicating fragrance.

After a few minutes, using my free hand, I release one strap after another, first disconnecting her chest from her knees, then ankles and finally wrists. With that she rolled over and buried her head in my shoulder. I grabbed the throw off the couch and covered her. We laid there, as I listened to her breathe.

When her breathing seemed more normal, I looked down. She was staring up at me.

“Welcome back. Can I get you anything?”

“My brain? A drink of water?”

“Stay here, I’ll be right back.” I returned with glasses for both of us. She was sitting on the floor, knees up, leaning back against the couch wrapped in the blanket. I sat on the couch above and next to her and handed her a drink. She sipped, clearly thinking, laying her head against my knee.

“Don’t think about it too much. Don’t second guess or worry – there’s more than enough time for that later, if you’re anything like me. Just enjoy. You ok?”

“Ok?”, she looked incredulously at me “I’m don’t think I’ve ever felt better and I’m not sure what to do with that.” She took a sip, shifted to face me from the floor. “Where did you learn to do that?”

“Time. From all the wonderful women who gifted me with their time and love. Instinct.” I sipped. “Who knows.”

Katie got up on her knees, adjusted the blanket around herself and put her chin on my knee. “I mean, I’ve never felt like that. I don’t know if I should laugh, cry, run to the girls or just talk your ear off. I’m tired and wired all at the same time. What are you?”

“I’m just a guy who has learned from his mistakes and is really lucky to have met you and Chloe. No one special.”

“Oh no, none of that self-deprecating bullshit. You were amazing. I felt safe, pushed, exhilarated, dangerous and about a million other things. You did that – you, you….”

“No my dear, you did that; I just helped. It’s you that are lovely and amazing” leaning in for a soft kiss on the lips.

We sat in silence for a few minutes, her head resting on my leg.

Suddenly, she looked up, letting the throw slip down off her shoulders. “Wait a minute – you’re still dressed? How is that possible? Can’t I do something for you?” She started to reach for my pants.

“Stop, stop, stop,” grabbing her hands and inserting my fingers between hers. “I am great – that was one of the most enjoyable experiences I’ve ever had. If I’d wanted more than I guess I could have taken more, but this was about you. Just getting to touch you, smell you, feel you, was more reward than I deserve.”

She looked at me quizzically, not really believing me. “I don’t know how to take that? Aren’t you frustrated or something?”

“That is a young man’s lie. You reach my age, experience is more important, and more interesting, than the outcome.”

She stared at me again. “I’m starting to better understand some of the things Chloe said about you. Not sure I believe them yet, but we’ll revisit that at a later date.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Does that mean you’d like to see me again? I’m not just some poor fool to use and throw aside?” Smiling at her, I reached down and cupped her chin.

“You may not get rid of me for a while. But right now, I need to process. I have to work tomorrow, and I’m worn out.” She started to look around for her clothes. I got up and retrieved her dress, shook it out and brought it to her. I admit I did not offer the panties back.

“Are you going to be ok getting home? Would you like me to drive you?”

“I’ll be ok, thanks.”

“I’m not so sure I can in good conscious let you wander around alone. I don’t even know where you live. I do have a guest bedroom with clean sheets if you’d like to stay.”

“You’d let me stay?” she said as she dropped the dress and wrapped herself back up in the blanket. “I really don’t think I want to deal with the world or roommates right now. Too raw.” She looked at me “Are you suggesting the guest room because you don’t want me to spend the night with you?”

“I am suggesting the guest room because I snore. Loudly. And you just said you need a good night’s sleep, whereas I have no obligations tomorrow.”

“I’d rather not be alone.”

“How about a compromise. Come to bed – I’ll make sure you are sound asleep before I start sounding like a train. If I wake you, elbow me and I’ll move to the guest room.”

“Oh no, I couldn’t throw you out of your own bed.”

“You can, and you will want to. Promise me.”

“Yes master”

“Don’t even joke like that – that’s too creepy for me. I am no one’s master and you are no one’s servant. Ok?” She nodded. “I’ll show you the bedrooms, where the bathroom is, and I can find a tee shirt and shorts if you’d like. Would you like a shower?” I hoped not, since she smelled so wonderful, but I needed to be a good host.

“I sleep in the buff, thanks. And I prefer to shower in the morning, as long as you don’t mind lying next to a sweaty, stinky mess like me.”

“If that is a mess, I’m not sure I could handle you put together.”

We moved to the bedroom and crawled under the covers. She curled up next to me and fell asleep almost immediately. I really wanted to stay the night, but I know my snoring. After about a half hour, when I knew she’d sleep through the night, I tucked her in, kissed her on the cheek and moved to the other room.