The little girl I had married so long ago was slowly dying. The doctors, all eight of them, said there was nothing else they could do for her and sent her home from the hospital to slowly waste away. I quit working and took an early retirement to be able to stay home and care for her as best I could.
We had agreed many years ago that if either one of us met someone we wished to know better it was okay. At the time I was often transferred from city to city as somewhat of a troubleshooter for a large corporation. She would always be left behind with the kids for weeks or even months to sell the house and finish the school year. I had my work to keep me busy but she was stuck with the kids and no one that was close to her. They were pretty good kids but couldn't fill the void she felt from that kind of loneliness.
She used the agreement a couple times with my blessings. That agreement has stood the test of time even though I'd never had a reason to use it.
For some reason I'm still not sure of, I placed an ad at a free site on the Internet just to see what would happen. I wasn't intending to cheat on her. I wasn't looking for a 24/7 relationship: I already had that and I didn't want to make a change.
I first met Sandy on the Internet when she answered my ad at that free but kinky site. What a surprise. It wasn't the first time I had received a reply but it was the first one in the nearly two years that really made any sense and fit very well within the parameters of my thoughts.
She was happily married but needed a type of stimulation her husband was not able to provide. In fact I felt it was for the best that she was in a long-term relationship. Her husband was understanding of her needs but didn't want to know the details.
She was nervous and a little afraid of what she might find. All her friends were trying to warn her of all the bad things that could happen. I have to give her credit though, she knew what she needed and although very cautious, continued to answer my messages. Little by little she began to loosen up but was still afraid to supply an e-mail address for fear a stalker (me?) might find out where she lived.
Now that was a problem. How could I prove a negative? What could I do to show that I didn't do "that sort of thing" whatever "that sort of thing" was?
It was not possible to send photos thru the site so I added a picture to the ad. She liked the picture but still no e-mail address. I supplied my ICQ number but she didn't use ICQ. I suggested a friend intercede to protect her but that didn't work either.
Our contact continued anyway. She became more open about what she wanted and really seemed to be enjoying the safe and secure aspect of the messages even though I had no idea who may be eavesdropping from that site.
We exchanged opinions on many subjects and really began to tell each other things that "nice" people just don't discuss. I have never understood what "nice" has to do with desires. Anyway I thought the conversations were "nice".
After several months of jokes, innuendos, teasing and some serious discussions she provided an e-mail address. The best news was that Sandy was going to be in town for a few days.
Sometimes things do work out. My wife decided that she would visit her sister for a week so I would have the house to myself.
Sandy was still cautious and felt that a crowd would provide some degree of protection if anything went wrong. So it was decided we should meet at a popular restaurant during rush hour. I agreed, what could go wrong? I was going to be on my best behavior. First impressions and all of that.
I arrived about 15 minutes early and the parking lot was already full but I parked my van right by the front door. Aren't handicapped license plates wonderful? I arranged a table for two and began watching the people arrive. Not all the people, just the pretty girls.
A taxi pulled up and I watched as a girl with light brown hair exited and walked toward the doorway. She was wearing the correct clothes, blue jeans and a white blouse carrying a god awful big handbag. Yep, that had to be her.
I went to meet her at the entrance to the dining room. She recognized me immediately from my picture in the ad. We exchanged greetings and I guided her to the table.
We chatted about her trip and the weather, just about anything except why we were there. We ordered and ate slowly as she began to relax.
I asked if she had arranged a safe call with a friend. Of course she had. Good girl.
I wrote my phone number down for her and asked if she was ready. She hesitated slightly then asked, "How do I know this is the correct number?"
I was expecting that. I told her to use her cell phone to call her friend and have the friend call the number in 30 minutes as we would be there by then. She smiled and made the call.
The house is a rambling ranch type on a dead end street in an older neighborhood with so many trees that it seems to be in the woods. I pulled up to the side door and we entered through my office just as the phone rang. I checked the caller ID and saw that it was a long distance call. I said she might as well answer it as it was for her anyway. Sure enough it was her safe call.
I started a pot of coffee and showed her thru the house. The house was built in the 50s but I have kept it in good condition for the past 25 years I have owned it. The décor has been maintained in the 50s style, plush carpet, brown trim and birch doors varnished to a mirror finish, big mantel over the fireplace. The place really looks pretty good. Of course I can't leave anything alone so I added a workshop and a library just because I could.
We sat at the dining room table with our coffee and chatted a little more. Finally the small talk came to an end.
"This is really just a get acquainted time tonight. I don't want to rush into anything. If you are having second thoughts please feel free to say so and I will understand. The extra bedroom is yours for the asking or I will drive you to your hotel."
She focused on her coffee cup and slowly looked up, "I'm going to stay. I didn't come here to back out".
Good Girl.
I opened a drawer in the hutch behind me and removed two decks of cards. The first deck was a regular deck. The second deck was divided into two sections, blue and pink, male and female. I gave her the blue cards, I kept the pink ones.
"This is strip poker with a twist. Every time you lose a hand you remove a piece of clothing but also I will remove a card from the pink deck and you have to perform whatever act is on the card. If by some strange event I should lose a hand the same rules apply but from the blue deck. Okay?"
She picked up the top card from the pink pile and read it out loud, "Stand up and turn you back to the other player. Bend over and touch your toes and hold the position for one minute." She looked kind of puzzled, "What kind of a penalty is that?"
I grinned at her, "I takes on a whole different meaning after you have lost your pants". Her mouth dropped open and I watched the color flood into her face. "Oh".
Shall we begin? She lost three hands in a row but insisted in counting each shoe and each sock separately. The penalties were minor; shoulders back and stick out your tits for one minute, stand up and place your feet as wide as possible and hold position for one minute. She had actually put the "bend over" card back on top after reading it so that was her first of many penalties.
Unbelievable as it may seem I actually lost four hands in the next hour but Sandy lost fifteen. (I'm pretty good at draw poker, especially when it is my deck.) My penalties were kind of fun. The bend over card was one of them but since I still had all my clothes it didn't matter. Sandy thought I was cheating; well I was, just a little bit. Finally we were both buck-naked and she was comfortable with it. She was a good sport thru it all, lots of giggles and blushes that went down to her nice, full tits. I could have said breasts but being formal when naked seems a little out of place.
While she was visiting the bathroom I put the coffee cups in the kitchen and headed for the master bedroom. Sandy was removing two sets of leather cuffs from her Suitcase-sized handbag when I entered. Ankle and wrist cuffs with little padlocks. Of course I just had to put them on her.
"This is your last chance to escape my clutches, Little Girl. Just say the word and it will stop." With her eyes focused on her wrist cuffs she shook her head.
"Okay, since you wish to continue I want you to lay down in the center of the bed with your arms and legs spread wide." I removed four pieces of cotton rope from the nightstand and proceeded to tie her to the corners of the big four-poster bed. What a picture, everything in plain sight, breasts rising and falling as she breathed heavily and waiting to see what I was going to do next.
What next? A blindfold of course. I didn't want her to see what was coming. I made a lot of noise as I pretended to be looking for something in the dresser then with a loud "Ah hah" I returned to the side of the bed. She was turning her head trying to follow my actions as I sat on the edge of the bed.
She squealed in surprise as I slowly ran a feather duster (with real feathers) down her body from her neck to her lovely light brown hair.
I continued downward over each inner thigh in turn and even teased the bottom of her feet. She was squirming and giggling by the time I finished.
I hadn't told her what to expect but I fully intended to do a complete exploration of this new territory, from the top of her head to the tip of her toes I was not going to miss a single opportunity to find sensitive areas to exploit.
Earlobes are said to be sexually sensitive so I used a single feather to touch them, ever so lightly. She jumped from the new sensation and tugged on her hands to no avail. Yep, they were sensitive all right but it was difficult to determine if it was sexual.
On to bigger and better areas; I slowly moved the feather over her neck as she wiggled and squealed, "That tickles". Imagine that. This was going to be fun and I wasn't even close to the best parts yet.
Armpits next, A little reaction but rather subdued although she did tug on the ropes a little bit. Darn, have to find something a little more sensitive. So far the pattern had been from top downward. Well time for a surprise.
I stuck the tip of the feather in her bellybutton, wow! She arched up as far as the ropes would permit, with only her shoulders and heels touching the bed. Now we were getting somewhere. I teased that area for almost 15 minutes as she twisted and turned, promising anything if I would stop. When she was giggling and laughing so hard she was having trouble breathing I stopped. Before she settled back down on the bed I slipped a towel under her rear, just in case. I just sat there watching as she recovered. If the belly button was that sensitive what else was I going to find? The exploration definitely must continue.
With the wild reaction to bellybutton teasing it became obvious that other areas could produce the same reactions. A lot of giggling and laughing can lead to involuntary relaxation that can be embarrassing if not messy. Better to be safe than sorry, she was lying on a two hundred dollar bedspread.
I quietly retrieved a couple more big bath towels, folding them to make a pad about two feet square. As her breathing returned to normal I continued to think of all the possibilities of the situation.
Without warning I again attacked the bellybutton with the feather and received the same reaction for my efforts. While she was arched in the air I quickly slid the folded towels under her just in time as a small wet spot began to appear.
As she relaxed again I spoke to her for the first timesince the blindfold had been put in place, "My my, did you have an accident?"
She began to blush very nicely. It started on her neck >and quickly spread up to her cheeks and as low as her so far untouched nipples.
Gee this was fun but what to do next. So many possibilities. I decided that a little teasing was in order. I ran the feather lightly over her again starting at the top of her lovely bush and slowly made my way thru her belly button, between her breasts to the base of her neck. She was starting to squirm a little now as she became more and more sensitive.
After a brief pause I attacked the twin globes so prominently displayed. Slowly, lightly, just barely touching I circled each in turn.
As I watched her nipples begin to rise. Okay that was a good sign so I did it again, several times. Each successive trip around the mountain produced some sighs and soon some low moans.
Her nipples were fully erect by now so I slowly circled each of them again and again and then some more. She was unable to lie still, twisting and turning to try to get stronger contact, which I declined to allow. Finally I softly ran the feather over the nipples, just touching the tips. The moans were becoming louder and more frequent so I stopped. She said, "Please, more". Wonderful, a good time to take a break. Mustn't rush this type of torture, better to wait. Don't want a premature ending.
I went to the kitchen and got a glass of ice water with a straw and offered her a sip. She drank the whole glass leaving only the ice cubes. What to do with a glass of ice cubes?
I set the glass on the nightstand and continued to tease those pretty Nipples. As the moans and squirms reached a peak I dribbled a few drops of ice cold water on them. The reaction was unbelievable as she pulled and tugged on the ropes.
Finally I touched her very lightly on the nipples as she relaxed a little bit. Very slowly I began to pinch the lovely little nubs. She arched her back as I slowly increased the pressure. Her back began to arch as she pushed them up towards my hand. After about five minutes the pressure was as great as I could maintain with my fingers and she was breathing heavily with only a slight mewing sound escaping from her.
Suddenly I released the pressure. She squealed and again tugged on the ropes as the blood return to the pretty nipples. Her whole body shuddered as she absorbed all the sensations. I retrieved an ice cube from the glass and rubbed it over both nipples very slowly then leaned over her and kissed both of them in turn. She smiled and noticeably relaxed.
Well, onward and downward. The feather again traced a path from her neck, between her breasts, through her bellybutton to the top of her light brown bush as she twisted and turned. I skipped over the hair to her inner thigh to begin a new series of light strokes. First one leg and then the other, back and forth. She was giggling and twisting in an attempt to close her legs. Another sensitive area had been discovered.
Just to keep her off balance instead of continuing to her feet I used the full feather duster to softly attack her ribs. She jumped as far as her bonds would permit squealing and twisting everyway possible to get away from the gentle torture to no avail as I continued with stroke after stroke. When she was no longer coherent I quickly moved to her feet and continued the attack in this new area. It took a couple minutes for her to recover sufficiently enough to finally speak. "No, please don't, not my feet".
As I continued I asked, "Really, why not? It looks like a good spot to me." She was giggling and laughing so hard she was having trouble breathing. The little wet spot on the towels became a very large wet spot.Oh what fun.
Reluctantly I stopped to give her a chance to get control. Another glass of ice water was retrieved and she drank heavily.
"What other little secrets are you keeping from me?" I asked in a very formal tone of voice.
"I don't know. My feet were all that I thought were that sensitive"
"I guess I will just have to continue until all the secrets are found." I leaned over and kissed her nipples again, teasing them with the tip of my tongue.
I softly ran my hand over her soft hair-covered mound, over her outer lips to discover she was soaked. Wonderful, her senses had awakened without any direct stimulation or penetration. As I withdrew my hand I purposely let one finger rub over her clit and was rewarded with a gasp.
Time to continue. I was beginning to wonder if she was going to be able to avoid an orgasm for much longer. I decided to find out. I gently pulled her hood away to totally expose her clit. Slowly I rubbed the feather over it. Just two strokes of the feather and she exploded. One more stroke and She arched her back and squirted her juices onto the towels.
Time o give her a break now. She was so sensitive I was fearful she would hurt herself pulling on her bonds. As she began to relax I untied her legs from the foot of the bed. She flexed her legs for a couple of minutes before I retied them - to the posts at the head of the bed. That's right I tied her feet to the same posts as her hands. Her feet were now almost directly over her head. I heard a couple soft grunts and then a sigh. She was now in a good position for continued teasing and so much more.
Back to my trusty feather. A few soft strokes on the inner thighs to bring her sensitivity back to a peak. Then without any warning I began circling her cute little butt hole with just the tip of the feather. She let out a low scream and tried to lower her legs, which only raised her ass higher for better visibility and access. I laughed as she struggled to reach a position that provided some degree of protection, which wasn't possible. When she relaxed I again attacked that little brown spot with the same reaction. I loved to watch her wiggle and buck with each touch of the feather tip. Obviously this was something new to her and oh so delightful to watch.
She was so wet her juices were slowly covering her little brown eye. Time to move on before she exploded. A fresh feather and I began to tickle her ass cheeks with long slow strokes covering the entire area several times. She was still twisting and turning as much as the ropes would permit.
Finally it was time to get to the heart or was that the center of things. Three strokes to her clit with the feather and she was lost in a world of orgasms. I paused but only for a few seconds before stroking it again. Another orgasm, more intense than the other two. After the fifth time she exploded I stopped to let her catch her breath, which was coming in gasps.
As she relaxed I checked that oversized bag of hers for more usable contents. Sure enough there was a strap. It appeared to be rubber, about two inches wide, over two feet long. Just what was needed for a little warm up. I continued searching and discovered a set of adjustable clamps with a silver chain between them. There were several other interesting items also.
Now it was decision time, where to put the clamps. The lips that were so nicely displayed would certainly be appropriate however they could be in the way of other activities to come. OK, nipples it is.
She jumped as I tweaked her left nipple. I continued to roll that sweet little bud between my finger and thumb until it was proudly standing at attention. I put the clamp on with only a medium pressure. She moaned softly as I slowly tighten the grip. The right nipple received the same treatment.
For the first time since we started I asked her how she was doing. She just nodded her head and took a deep breath.
I picked up the strap, swinging it to get the feel. Without warning I applied a good solid swat to her right ass cheek. She squealed and again tried to lower her legs for protection with the same results. Her ass was now aimed straight up. I applied another stroke a little lower on her cheek that generated a low scream. Nice sounds.
I applied three more, each a little lower than the previous one. By now her ass was staying straight up as she moaned and twisted. Her butt hole seemed to actually wink at me.
I moved to the other side of the bed and began another series of five strokes to her left cheek. She was actually screaming with each application now. No problem, this old house is almost soundproof. Besides the bedroom is at the rear, several hundred feet from the nearest neighbor.
Back to the right cheek. Again five strokes. The strap was long enough to apply to both cheeks with each stroke but it was more fun this way, twice as many strokes with the same amount of bruising and stripes. Actually I didn't expect any bruising, I wasn't swinging that hard. Oh, it was much more than a love tap but not brutal.
After a total of twenty criss crossing strokes to each cheek she was almost hysterical in her efforts to break free. However she had not said the magic word, STOP as she moaned and thrashed about. I gently stroked her ass. It was hot as fire with many deep red areas where the stokes intersected but no bruising was evident and certainly not any blood. In my opinion another dozen strokes and she would have been in her own space.
Time to change tactics again. I tightened the nipple clamps a little without receiving a reaction so I tightened them a little more as I rubbed the tips with my finger. She raised her chest as far as possible and moaned. Ah that should be tight enough.
As she absorbed the increased sensation from her cute little nipples I applied a liberal amount of lotion to her bright pink cheeks slowly massaging the sensitive flesh to reduce the sting and prolong the fun. Of course I had to massage the little brown spot for a few minutes which produced a squeal of surprise.
I retrieved the strap and delivered another stroke to her left cheek. The reaction was more intense than before, the lotion had reduced the sense of impact but increased the sensitivity, just as I expected. Ten to each cheek and she was ready to explode. Time to slow down again.
Another glass of water, which left more ice cubes. I felt that I would be able to make good use of at least a few of them.
As she began to come down I applied more lotion in a slow soothing massage of the bright red areas paying special attention where the strokes had intersected.
She had relaxed to the point that now the only sounds were soft sighs. I retrieved an ice cube and began to slowly move it over the sensitive area. She jumped at the first contact then settle to a few ohs and ahs and an occasional wiggle.
I again paid particularly attention to the stoke intersections. It was fun to watch her wiggle and squirm as I proceeded but that was secondary to my purpose. I was using the ice to reduce any swelling and bruising. After three ice cubes she was no longer reacting.
I moved the last of the ice cube to her clit. I got a reaction then. She again tried to close her legs, which produced an interesting sight. Since her butt was straight up in the air I immediately moved the ice to the cute little brown spot. This generated a long squeal at least one octave above her previous tones.
Well, the ice was all melted; she was about as sensitive as she would ever be. Time to move on. I was already on the bed so the only thing to do was to kiss that little pink bud she was trying so hard to protect. I ran my tongue over her lips momentarily touching the clit then retreated to kiss her inner thighs for a few minutes.
I returned to her clit and sucked it free from its hood. I held it between my lips as I gently ran my tongue across it. Again she pushed her ass higher but this time she was trying to increase the contact.
I reached up and untied her ankle cuffs from the post. As she lowered her legs I entered her wet tight pussy slowly penetrating her.
I began making slow gentle strokes as she moaned and pushed up against me to increase contact with her clit.
I ran my tongue over the tip of her nipples. She was close to overload now. I changed my position to provide the clitoral contact she craved. Two strokes and she began to explode. I removed the nipple clamps and joined her as we came together. Her screams reverberated from the walls as the blood raced back into her tortured nipples. I sucked on them in turn as she slowly became coherent. We stayed in that position for several minutes as I stroked her body and told her how much I enjoyed it.
I got a warm washcloth and a dry towel from the bathroom. Her wrists were still attached to the posts so I washed and dried her pussy which set her to squirming again as she closed her legs tightly. Still a little touchy I noticed.
I removed all the cuffs as she objected. "Shush, you don't want to get the pretty leather all wet do you?"
"Why would they get wet?"
"That usually happens in a pool". I led her outside through the French doors, across the patio and we jumped in the pool. Actually I pushed her just a little bit as she was testing the water with her toe. I jumped in beside her and as she surfaced I reached around her and cupped both breasts as I kissed the back of her neck and sucked on her ear lobes.
"Well, are you disappointed?"
"How could I be disappointed after all of that?"
"I wasn't as heavy as I could have been. I was exploring the reactions and possibilities for tonight."
"If that was just exploring I can hardly wait for the real thing."
We splashed and played for a while then sat on the patio to dry off. She seemed to be deep in thought so I just set back and watched her beasts rise and fall with her breathing.
I finally broke the spell with an original question, "A penny for your thoughts?"
She looked up and I realized she was almost asleep. "I was just thinking of all the things you did to me today. So many new sensations, how did you know?"
"I was guessing really but it was fun finding some of your undeveloped talents. By the way, are you hungry?"
"I'm starving".
"I have some cold cuts, milk, cookies or would you rather go to a restaurant?"
She decided the cold cuts would do just fine. We had a late night or rather an early morning snack. It was now 1 A.M.
Bedtime for sure.
We cuddled for a several minutes as we said good night. As she turned her back to me and scooted closer I enter her and we dozed off.