Longing

by Chelsea Dorsette

  Standing back up she hovered menacingly over him with her long, lean legs and stiletto clad feet on either side of his waist. From this position, he had the perfect view of her swollen lips and if he weren’t restrained, he would have sat up and sucked every inch of her while she stood there. Tracy could tell exactly what he was thinking and scolded, “Oh no you don’t. That’s why I have you tied down. You’re mine right now and I’m going to have my sweet way with you.” Doug had never been restrained like this before and he was going crazy in anticipation of what she was going to do next. As if thinking the same thing herself, she placed her hands on her hips and continued to study his body like a panther about to strike. Having the perfect idea of where to start her sweet torture, she stepped away from him and disappeared into the bedroom. All Doug could do was watch because he was at her complete mercy. Tracy was giddy with delight as she shuffled through his things and found exactly what she was looking for. Mumbling under her breath as she returned to the living room she concluded, “Two can play at this game!” The moment he saw her return purposefully in her dominatrix outfit holding the black feather tickler was almost his complete undoing.

  The way she looked, the things she was doing and the words she was saying had him in sexual overdrive. He had never felt so deliciously and sexually out of control in his entire life. This time, Tracy stood back over him but with her ass facing him. Bending over, she began to lightly trail the feather tickler over his body, starting at his ankles. She did one leg at a time, stopping just inches from his balls and glided the tickler back down his legs again. Every time the feathers reached his sac, he shivered in anticipation of it caressing his loins. His tension was mounting and he now understood why Tracy had gone so wild when he used it on her. Every time the feathers danced up to his thighs he held his breath hoping that this time, it would make contact. When it didn’t, his cock would twitch even more and he would groan out. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold himself back from exploding.

  After a few more torturous trips up and down his legs with the feathers, Tracy had to stop because she was getting so aroused and excited by what she was doing to him. Tossing the tickler to the side, she didn’t turn around but dropped to her knees, backed her body up until her throbbing wet crotch was positioned over his mouth. As she lowered herself down to his lips, she gave him the blow job of a lifetime. They were both so incredibly turned on, they sucked each other fast and hard. She loved the feel of his stubble pricking her sensitive lady skin and she shook every time he bit her inner lips. The combination of his soft tongue and lips in contrast with his rough facial hair and teeth on her folds was bringing on a fast and furious orgasm. Knowing he was coming out his skin from what she was doing to him, she used her hand to pump him in earnest while her mouth slathered all over his shaft and testicles. It was wild, uninhibited and intense. As she could feel his body shake beneath her, she knew she was at the edge too. Letting herself go, she came with the same explosive force as he did.

  The next morning Doug slept in, read the paper and took a short walk around Boston Common while he waited for Tracy to finish her meeting. By 10 am she returned and they were off to take in the sights of Boston. The hotel was in the perfect location, just minutes from the financial and theater districts, China town and Faneuil Hall. Faneuil Hall is in the heart of Boston and is housed in three beautifully restored 19th century brick buildings. Tourists can spend hours enjoying the numerous shops and unique restaurants. The atmosphere walking around Faneuil Hall is best described as festive. Musicians are scattered throughout the area playing all types of music. Jugglers and street performers also line the cobblestone streets and traverse through this section of town. Doug and Tracy spent much of the early afternoon having lunch there and wandering through the shops and market. Before heading back to the hotel for cocktails and a shower, they took a small detour and walked down to a park that Tracy was familiar with, located right on the Charles River.

  During rowing season, residents and tourists enjoy watching the Harvard sculling team going up and down the Charles. It’s also a pretty spot to observe parts of the Boston skyline. One of the more popular attractions along the Charles River is the Esplanade, an outdoor concert venue that’s home to the Boston Pops during the summer season and holds many other concerts and activities. It was fun to spend a little time along the river on a bench and watch people and small boats pass by.

  Eager to return to the hotel, they crossed back over Beacon Street and headed back to the Ritz. Because they were both eager to have a cocktail in The Avery lounge and then head out for dinner, they showered together. Tracy thought showering with Doug was very intimate and she found it very soothing to wash his body and to be washed by him. Holding each other tightly as the warm water flowed over their bodies, they thanked each other for having such a nice day and gently kissed. Turning off the water before Doug got himself into trouble, he slapped her bottom and said sternly, “Out of the shower, now! I have other plans for you tonight!”

  Laughing as she stepped out of the shower she teased, “Plans for me? Why I can’t even begin to imagine what those plans might be!”

  Teasing her back Doug said in a slightly intimidating tone, “Just you wait, baby. After what you did to me last night, you’re going to get huge payback!”

  Feeling a bit tired from walking around the city all day, Doug and Tracy took a cab to The North End, the Italian part of the city. As they stepped out of the cab, they were flooded by the aroma of garlic, fresh baked bread and Italian seasonings. Tracy loved The North End because it felt so much like being in Italy. After reading some menus posted outside of a few restaurants, they decided upon a restaurant called Taranta. The restaurant’s menu was a unique blend of southern Italian and Peruvian cuisines and feeling in the mood for something different, they decided to try it. As they walked inside they were instantly impressed with the décor and couldn’t wait to sample the food. Looking over the menu Tracy was thrilled that the restaurant would be serving the food real Italian style. She had been to Italy a few years back and remembered how food is served very differently there. As Doug looked at the menu quizzically, she explained, “Dinner is going to be served in five stages, so don’t fill up too quickly. We will start with a first plate, or appetizer. Then you need to choose a pasta dish. After that, there will be second plate, which will most likely be fish or meat. And I know this sounds crazy, but the fourth plate is a salad! Italians don’t start with a salad like we do. It’s at the end of the meal. Then, if you have any more room in your stomach, you can choose dessert. In Italy, dessert is usually served with a clear liqueur called Grappa.”

  Pointing through the sections of the menu, she laughed as she told Doug her first experience eating in Italy. She said, “When I had dinner with an Italian family the first night I was in Rome, I thought the pasta was the main meal. So I ate my usual dinner amount. When the food kept coming after that, I was so full I could barely eat anything. I didn’t understand why more food kept coming!” Doug laughed out loud at her humorous story and was grateful she explained this to him, because he knew he probably would have done the same thing.

  As they crawled into the cab after dinner, they were not surprised one bit by how delightful the food was. It had been another perfect evening with Doug and she was ready to head back to the hotel suite. Once inside their room, Doug walked over to turn on some music while Tracy poured them both a glass of Pinot Grigio. She loved the light texture of this wine and it was perfect after a big meal. Following Doug to the couch, she sat down with her back leaning up against the arm of it, stretched out her legs and draped her feet over his lap. Knowing her feet must be tired, he slipped off her shoes and socks and started massaging them. Tracy was delighted! She couldn’t remember the last time someone rubbed her feet and it felt glorious. As Doug continued massaging them, she felt a surge of tenderness shoot through her. She was starting to have strong feelings for him and it both excited and scared her. She was fully awar
e how new relationships are always exciting and fun in the beginning, but don’t necessarily last very long once people get to know each other. She hoped she would not disappoint Doug, but realized she had little to no control over the future. Snapping herself out of her serious and melancholy reverie, Tracy swung her legs off his lap, jumped up and said, “Dance with me baby. I love this song!” It was an upbeat tune and it felt good to move their bodies around the room after their wonderful meal. Tracy laughed and giggled as Doug twirled her around and around.

  When the song finally ended, they were breathless and flushed. Scooping her into his arms, Doug pulled her close and gave her a long, sensuous kiss. She loved how he kissed and her body always responded to him. And right now was no different. As he continued to explore her mouth with his tongue and gently bite her lower lip, she could feel the familiar heat start to spread between her thighs. Hearing his breathing coming a bit faster, she knew he was feeling the same way and they were both getting quickly aroused. Finally releasing his lips from hers, he began to take off her clothes. Instead of helping him with the task, she stood completely still and let him strip her. She loved watching his big masculine hands undo her top and her slacks. As he unzipped her pants, he gave her a stern look and said, “Remember what I said earlier about paying you back for your womanly torturing of me last night?”

  Looking up at him with an innocent expression she teased, “Last night? I don’t remember doing anything last night. You must be mistaken!”

  Giving her an expression like one would give to a misbehaving child, Doug bent over, pulled off her pants and as he stood back up he said, “Seems to me you may have a memory problem. Perhaps I’ll have to jog it for you.”

  Reaching over to the coffee table where the restraint was still laying from the night before, Doug scooped it up with one hand, took her hand in his other and commanded, “Come with me. Perhaps you’ll remember better when I’m done with you!”

  Sparring back in a sarcastic tone Tracy further teased, “I don’t know, cowboy. My memory is really bad. You’ll have to be especially good to get me to remember.”

  Pulling her into the bathroom he mumbled under his breath, “Oh I’ll get you to remember all right. Get in here.”

  Walking her over to the shower, he ripped back the shower curtain and looked up at the curtain rod. Keeping her hand in his, he ordered, “Turn sideways and put your right foot in the tub and keep your left one out here.” Doing as he said, she straddled the side of the tub with one foot in and one foot out. Satisfied that she was positioned correctly, he instructed, “Put your arms up and place them on either side of the shower rod.” She did as he requested. Within seconds, Doug put her wrists in the cuffs and restrained her via the metal rod. Seeing her strung up and naked made Doug so stimulated that he could feel his cock pressing against his jeans. So much so, that it was uncomfortable. Unzipping his pants, he kicked off his shoes and took them off, never taking his eyes off of her. Ripping off his shirt, he tossed it aside and straddled the tub facing her. Gently pinching her left nipple he asked in a quiet voice, “Memory coming back to you?” Shaking her head like she was disappointed, she indicated that the answer was no. Keeping up a steady slow banter, Doug replied, “Well, let’s see if this does anything to help. Reaching up with his other hand, he started to pinch both nipples at the same time. With every pinch and tug on her puckered tips, Tracy began to breathe faster. Glancing over at the mirror she became even more aroused seeing herself naked, stretched up and restrained to the rod with Doug playing with her breasts. As he continued to pinch, squeeze and rub her breasts, he could see her eyes glass over. Leaning down, he took one breast into his mouth while he worked the other one with his fingers. Moaning softly, Tracy arched her head back in sheer bliss as he sucked her nipples and flicked his tongue on her reddened nubs. She could feel herself shake slightly as her arousal started to over take her.

  In a breathless voice, she whispered, “Maybe a little bit of memory is coming back.”

  Taking his mouth away from her breasts he replied, “Yeah? Well let’s see if we can help that memory along then.” Bending his knees, he sat down on the side of the tub, now face to face with her beautiful, bare pussy. With her legs wide open and straddled apart, he licked his index finger, slowly inserted it into her vagina and proceeded to finger fuck her. He could tell instantly that she was soaking wet and his finger glided up and down easily. So easily that he inserted his middle finger and felt her gasp as he entered her with both fingers. As he continued to seduce her tight walls, he leaned in and started kissing and licking her bare triangle. He could hear the restraint pulling slightly on the curtain rod and knew instinctively that she was writhing to his touch.

  Stopping his kissing for just a moment he looked up and asked, “Are you starting to remember how you had your way with me last night yet?” Tracy could barely speak. She was on stimulation overload but instead of wanting him to stop, she wanted the exact opposite.

  Continuing with the game to see what he would do next, she teased in a lustful tone, “I was starting to, but perhaps maybe not so much.” Doug loved the ruse and knew she was asking for more. So he gave it to her. Keeping up a steady rhythm fucking her with his fingers, he bent his head down further and started to lick her clit and rotate his tongue around her little bulge in earnest. All she could do was cry out his name, over and over again. She could feel herself pulling down on the rod as she wanted to touch him so desperately. All of a sudden, she felt a orgasm welling up inside her and she knew she was going to cum with his fingers inside her and his tongue raking over her. Throwing her head back in total abandon, her voice reverberated off the bathroom walls she came hard and fast.

  Standing up, he looked at her with a satisfied smirk and said arrogantly, “I guess you remember now, don’t you?”

  Regaining her composure, Tracy glared back at him and in a challenging way said, “What makes you think that?” Doug loved her spunk and he rose to the challenge. If she wanted more, then he was going to give her more. She was going to pay for that sassy little attitude and he had the perfect way to get her heated up all over again.

  Scratching his chin, he looked at her thoughtfully and said, “Hmmm. Since you seem to have lost your memory quite a bit, then you probably won’t remember doing this to yourself one night when we were Skyping. Now it’s my turn to do it to you!” With a content snicker, he reached for something behind her, which she couldn’t see because the restraints wouldn’t allow her turn around enough. Taking a wooden bath brush off the shower shelf, he held it in front of her and a chill coursed through her body. She remembered quite clearly the night they Skyped while she took a shower. Wanting to get him completely aroused, she spanked herself with her bath brush. Something told her he wasn’t going to be as delicate with her tender flesh as she had been to herself. But just the anticipation of knowing this was about to happen had her fired up.

  Continuing the memory loss game, she shot him another innocent look and replied in a southern belle voice, “Why sir, whatever do you mean? I have never seen such an object before!” It was that moment, when Doug realized how completely in love he was with her. It was crazy to him that this was his moment of clarity. It would certainly be a funny story later to tell her, but he knew he was more than just smitten with her. He was in love. But his cock and her ass desperately needed to be tended to right now, so those feelings would have to wait.

  With a voice laced in sarcasm, he said, “I’d like to tell you to bend over. But since it seems like you will not be able to do so, I will have to spank you standing up.” And without another word, he placed his left hand on her stomach and brought the wooden bath brush down on her backside. The sound of the wooden brush smacking against her bare flesh echoed throughout the bathroom, making the contact sound harder than it was. Pulling his arm back, he leveled another blow on her other cheek as she gasped in pleasure.

  Again and again he spanked each of her cheeks until they started to turn beet re
d. Glancing over at the mirror again, she watched him spank her and it was the best porn she had ever seen. It was erotic and sensual all at the same time. She loved playing out her submissive fantasy and although she could feel the sting from his spanking, she knew he would never really hurt her. He was an expert at taking her right to the threshold of pleasure and pain. And watching as his strong muscular arm gripping the wooden brush and leveling it on her time and time again made her female juices spread to her thighs.

  Needing his cock deep inside her, she released him from the game and cried out, “I remember! I remember now! Please Doug. I need you inside me!”

  Understanding completely because he was feeling the same way, he quickly placed the brush back on the shelf and straddled the bathtub in front of her again. Placing his hands behind her knees, he pulled her legs up as she hung from the shower rod and he demanded, “Wrap your legs around my waist.” Doing as he instructed, the pull of her weight on the rod lessened as she rested on his hips. Taking his right hand, he grabbed his swollen and dripping cock and pushed it inside her. As they pounded back and forth, both breathing deeply to the rhythm of his thrusts Tracy kissed him with a passion that she had never felt before. As they made love to each other with their genitals, they also made love with their lips. In many ways it was the most surreal feeling she had ever had. As they both climaxed together, she couldn’t help but whisper, “I love you.”

  After hugging for a few minutes with her legs still wrapped around him, she finally released herself and he uncuffed her from the rod. Taking her hand, he supported her while she stepped out of the bathtub and guided her to the bed. Laying her down on her stomach, he crawled up over her and gently massaged her shoulders. She had not complained once being tied up for so long, but he knew her shoulder muscles must be tight. It was a nice, quiet and intimate time for both of them as he lovingly tended to her shoulders and arms. Although she was completely relaxed, a silly streak came over her and in a deadpan voice she said, “Did you know that most household accidents happen in the bathroom?” As his hands stopped dead, she couldn’t stifle her laughter and it burst out.