Literotic asexstories – The Kitchen Table by Kitlar,Kitlar
Kate was pleased that Paul felt able to ask her about her views regarding pushing their boundaries a bit further and, when she heard what he had in mind, she felt a tingle of excitement in her loins at the prospect. It was agreed that they would set aside Friday morning to play and given that Friday was 2 days away Kate was practically squirming with built up anticipation by the time Friday morning rolled around.
She woke early and took a few moments to let the idea free rein in her head. She couldn’t believe that in a short few hours she would have one of her fantasies fulfilled — and that it had been at Paul’s suggestion.
Paul came over as planned, still slightly sweaty from his morning gym session. He kissed Kate after he walked in the door and could practically taste the anticipation on her lips.
“Are you still sure you want to go thro with this?” he asked, confident that she wouldn’t say no, but wanting to give her the option to change her mind if she had any doubts… not that she knew the full extent of what he had planned for her.
“Absolutely” she replied, “I’ve not been able to think about anything else since you suggested it!”
As she said this she pulled his hand between her legs and Paul could feel the heat and slickness of her anticipating pussy before he even touched it.
“You really are up for this, aren’t you?” he commented. “Right, let’s get that dressing gown off of you and get this show on the road.”
He opened his gym bag that he had rested on the chair and pulled out some short shanks of light rope. Kate slipped her dressing gown off of her shoulders revealing her naked body beneath. She deposited her flimsy clothing on the back of a chair and stepped towards the kitchen table.
With a seductive look over her shoulder she leaned her naked form over the long edge of the table so she was able to reach across towards the floor on the other side whilst she was led over the table.
Paul came up behind her and shifted her up slightly so that she was distributed more evenly over the table. He secured a loop of rope over each leg and spread her legs as wide as they would comfortably go before tying each of her legs off on the kitchen table leaving her spread-eagled and unable to close her legs at all.
Paul kissed her gently on each buttock before moving around the table and doing the same to her hands so now Kate was completely exposed and helpless to do anything.
“How does that feel?” Paul asked her.
“Very vulnerable, but very horny” she replied.
Paul slipped his hand between her legs again “Bloody hell girl, you’re even wetter now if that’s possible! Heaven knows how you’ll be once I’ve left you to stew for a while!”
“Are you really going to leave me here?” Kate asked.
“I certainly am, I need a shower and you need to think about all the things I could do to you that you can’t stop now you’re trussed up to the table” Paul replied. “And on that note, I’m off upstairs and I’ll be down when I’m good and ready.”
With that he left the room and bounded up the stairs to the bathroom. Kate heard him depart the room and had a brief moment of doubt about what she was doing volunteering to be left so exposed, but that was quickly chased away by the anticipation of what Paul might do to her when he returned, and the fact that she could do nothing but take it caused further stirrings in her nether regions.
She relaxed on the table, feeling the cool air moving over her skin, already hypersensitive at the thought of Paul’s attentions that she knew were coming.
She glanced to her right and looked thro the kitchen window that overlooked the back garden and realised that if one of her neighbours was to look down from their bedroom window there was a fair chance they would see her lying there exposed.
The thought of someone watching her added to the excitement that was steadily building.
When Paul had proposed tying her to the table she had been all up for it. The idea of being used whilst she was helpless was one that had always appealed to her, and Paul had capitalised on this in the bedroom, pinning her legs down with his much stronger ones when he was fingering her pussy and making her cum again and again, even after she protested that she couldn’t take any more.
He had explained that he wasn’t content with just tying her up and using her, he wanted to leave her there for a while exposed and anticipating, not knowing when he would be back for her and where he would choose to start and finish fucking her.
At first she couldn’t see the point, then as she thought about it — and she had thought about it a lot over the last few days — she realised how much the wait would help to build the tension in her and potentially make the whole thing more intense. Now she was here and waiting she felt as if she would explode the moment that Paul touched her such was her state of arousal.
Kate was suddenly bought out of her own thoughts by a noise off to one side.
She turned her head expecting to see Paul having returned to the room, but to her horror she realised that the noise she had heard was the back gate squeaking as someone came thro it.
She panicked and struggled against her bonds knowing that if whoever it was looked thro the back door they would see her completely exposed and there was nothing she could do to cover herself.
Unfortunately for her Paul had tied her securely to the table and she realised that all she would achieve by struggling was to attract the visitors attention to her predicament.
She turned her head away from the window so she wouldn’t have to make eye contact with whoever it was that had come into the garden and held her breath, desperately hoping that they would go away as quickly as they had arrived.
She could hear her heart thudding in her ears as she lay there, but even that roar didn’t cover the sound of the back door handle being turned.
Kate couldn’t not look and her head whipped around to see her milkman stepping thro the door that she could’ve sworn she had locked earlier.
A multitude of emotions ran thro her all at once, shame, embarrassment, horror, and then outrage at the audacity of this man stepping into her house uninvited.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” she snarled, vulnerability making her angry.
“Well, I was just doing my usual collection from your doorstep and I found a very odd note where your cheque should’ve been.”
He waved the piece of paper in his hand in Kate’s general direction before reading off of it
“‘Milkie, sorry I’ve not managed to put your cheque out, please pop round the back and help yourself to what you find on the kitchen table. Cheers, Paul.’ I had no idea what an earth that meant, however looking at you I think today is my lucky day.”
A look of panic flickered across Kate’s face. “I hope you’re not thinking what I think you’re thinking!” she retorted, “My boyfriend is upstairs and will be down any minute and I don’t think he’d appreciate finding you here.”
“Oh I don’t know hunney,” the milkman replied waving the piece of paper at Kate, “I’m reading this as he’s given me free rein with what’s on the table, and the only thing I can see there is you.”
Kate suddenly realised that this was exactly what Paul had intended. She’d definitely put her weekly milk payment out and she was sure the back door had been locked.
There was no reason for the milkman to come thro to the back of the house and yet the note had specifically directed him to where he would find her.
This was why he’d delayed until Friday to play out this scenario when there was no good reason why it couldn’t have taken place sooner — and there was her thinking it was just so she would’ve had time to stew on it and anticipate what was to come.
“Paul you bastard, I’m going to kill you!” she shouted in the general direction of the stairs, knowing full well that he had no intention of rescuing her from this predicament that he’d engineered her into.
The milkman inclined his head towards the stairs listening for anyone coming down to intervene on Kate’s behalf, but when none was forthcoming he grinned wolfishly at her
“I guess you’re all mine for now little lady… where to start, I wonder?”
Kate squirmed as she realised that he was right, it was Paul’s intention to let this guy do whatever it was that he wanted to her whilst he…? Listened? Watched? She wasn’t sure what his plan was, but she knew now what it wasn’t.
“Since it’s obvious that you’re not going to pass up this opportunity I guess I should ask your name.” Kate said stoically
“It’s Mike” he replied “and you’re Kate I assume from your notes to me, and you’re damn right I’m not going to miss out on this! My missus hasn’t let me touch her for months, and she’s nowhere near as fit as you are, so I’ll be making the most of you.”
Kate tried to turn her head to follow Mike’s movement as he walked around behind her, but she couldn’t twist that far so gave up and rested her head on the table waiting with bated breath to see what he would do.
Mike had walked around so he was standing directly behind her and he just stood for several long minutes drinking in the sight of the gloriously exposed pussy in front of him.
He could tell without even touching her that being tied up and helpless had made Kate slick with excitement. He could see her pussy start to twitch with anticipation as he watched it and licked his lips as he imagined how good it was going to taste, but he wasn’t ready to give Kate that pleasure for a moment.
He stepped closer so he was stood just behind her and placed his hands on the table either side of her.
Kate felt the change in proximity and her hips made an involuntary movement towards him.
Mike bent his head so his face was just inches from Kate’s throbbing slit. He took several moments to savour the smell of her before gently blowing warm air across the moist membranes.
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