Sub enchanted evening

You stood there in the candlelight, your eyes big and shining in
the flicker. Looking a little nervous…maybe a little scared. Also
more than a little excited. Very pretty in the little black dress.
In the Italian restaurant, many eyes were upon you, you were turning
heads. I stand behind you, and you feel my breath on your neck. “Stand
still” I say softly into your ear, and my voice is husky. While my
lips are there, I nibble softly on your earlobe, my warm breath in your
ear, and a delightful shiver goes through you, but you force yourself
to remain in the same standing position, legs slightly apart, hands at
your side. I run my hands along your bare arms, gently tracing
patterns on your skin. A wave of goosebumps rise and then subside.
Your flesh is so warm. I reach down below your skirt to your bare
legs; you aren’t wearing any pantyhose. Lovely legs, slim but
just a little plump in all the right places. My fingers trace down,
your thigh, the back of your knee, down your calve, to your ankle. I
push upward, and you lift your foot, and I remove your shoe. Black
heels, not particularly high. I slip it off, and it’s like some
reverse Cinderella, with your prince removing your slipper instead of
trying it on. I gently trace your foot, running a finger across the
top, then underneath, from heel to toes. I’ve given you foot massages
before, but this is a light tickle. You gasp and giggle and squirm a
little bit. Then I release your foot and you stand there with one foot
bare in the carpet. My fingers trace back up your leg again. To your
skirt line and further up. They brush along your inner thighs.
Further up, almost to your holy of holies. No panties, which I’m
well aware of, since I am the one who, right before we left early in
the evening for the theater, knelt briefly in the stairwell of my
apartment, reached under your skirt, and grasping your black lacy
panties, gently yanked them down, having you step out of each leg.
* * *
They’re still in my jacket pocket where I put them afterwords.
You seemed both agitated and excited, afraid some neighbors would step
into the hallway and see this. You blushed prettily, the warm flush
washing over your face, and, I’m sure, other delightful areas of your
body. All through the play and the dinner afterwards, I was thinking
of you sitting there in your sexy black dress and no panties. I
could have driven to the theater and restaurant, but instead I parked
and we took the train. As you walked in the train station, and on the
downtown sidewalks, you moved conservatively, lest a gust of wind show
the world your secret. When the train came roaring into the
station, your hands instinctively went to your hemline, making sure the
blast of air didn’t give you a Marilyn Monroe moment.
In the theater, you became the aggressive one, your fingers
brushing against my crotch, which, after a few repetitions of this, was
a raging hardon. Later at dinner, when we split a bottle of wine, you
got very giggly and gushing sexy, your eyes big and wide, I always get
lost in those eyes. You slipped off your heels during dinner, and
played footsy periodically, and once your bare foot found its way again
to my crotch. As I’ve found in the past, you can be so very
dexterous with those toes. Again, you were keeping me in a steadily
erect state, which towards the end of dinner was getting a
bit painful, unrelieved. As we walked back to the train station, we
were both walking self-consciously, you with no panties, and me with an
erection that felt the size of an oil derrick. It was cool, and you
shivered a little; you probably should have worn a coat. I gallantly
offered my sportcoat, but you shook your head and just walked along,
clinging to my arm. Our fingers entwined, playing a sensuous little
game there.
Once back in the car, you snuggled up to me and kissed me,
tilting my head with one hand, and our lips met. Your tongue danced
saucily into my mouth, and your other hand was running through my hair.
This was delightful, but I decided it was time to take the initative
again: you had, after all, said you wanted to play a submissive role in
tonight’s activies, and you were thus far being very aggressive. I ran
my hands up your leg, under your skirt to your inner thighs, and
brushed your ses. You were moist there; delightful. I removed my
fingers, which had just a touch of your moisture on them, and put them
to my lips. I could smell your scent. I licked the fingers clean,
and then offered the thumb to your lips. You closed your eyes
and surrounded it with your beautiful rosebud mouth, and begin sucking
softly. I removed my thumb and placed my forefinger in your mouth, and
you did the same. Then I slid in another finger. You sucked
lasciviously, a pantomime of fellatio, and you had a grin that couldn’t
be concealed by your occupied mouth. I was at full flagpole again
now. I started the car, and drove out of the train station’s parking
lot, but before long pulled into a residential neighborhood. It was
close to midnight now. Around a curve, there were several dark
houses, and a ravine on the other side, so it was a secluded
spot. I parked in front of one of the dark houses. I had many
pleasures planned for you tonight, but my more urgent needs I needed
to satisfy now. Erect most of the evening, I probably would not last
too long now. But that would be ok, I’m a quick recoverer, and that
would mean I’d be able to go longer on subsequent times. I looked over
at you there in the darkness, mostly invisible in your black dress, but
your pale legs and arms and face illuminated by the tiny but potent
lights of the stereo, red and green. “Are you sure you want this
evening to go as we discussed?”
You hesitated just a second. But you nodded your head firmly.
“Mmmm hmmm.”
“We don’t have to.” I continued. “We can go back to my place
and make glorious love, fantastic sex, without any dominant-submissive
overtones. That would be as great as it always is with you.”
“No, no, I want to do this. I’ve been so wet this evening just
thinking about it.” you say.
“Ok then. You will do what I say. I will be gentle, but firm.
If we get into any territory where you’re feeling uncomfortable, you
just need to say so. We’ll have a phrase. If you want to backoff, or
stop, just say..uh…uh…’I did not have sex with Miss Lewinsky.'”
That broke the tension, and she laughed. “Well, I didn’t want
something that you might just blurt out in the heat of passion
unknowingly.” I said.
“Now…are you ready?” You nodded. Then, feeling you had to
say something, stated, “Yes.”
I brought my fingertips back to your lips again. You dutifully
begin sucking on them. “I think you’re ready for the real thing.” I
said, voice hoarse.
I undid my belt, unzipped my pants, and parted them. You needed
little direction, you bent across the seat, somewhat awkward with the
gearshift, and your fingers expertly moved my boxers aside, freeing my
erection. With one beautiful look up at me, and the look in your eyes
was one I hoped was burned into my memory, your head sank into my lap,
and you took me your mouth. Just the head, and an inch of my shaft.
Your fingers of one hand moved along the shaft, and the other hand
cupped my balls. You possessed my cock wholly, balls in the palm of
your hand, fingers of the other hand moving up and down my shaft
lightly, but firmly, playing me like a musical instrument. And your
mouth delightful, alternately sucking the bulb, and running your tongue
all around it. The sucking, slurping noises were really a turn on, and
periodically you’d make a noise in your throat, an “Mmmmm” sound like
you were enjoying your meal. You started humming a little
tune with my cock in your mouth, which always drives me crazy. My hands
played in your hair, caressed the back of your neck, and traced gently
over the dress down your backbone. You were doing a wonderful,
energetic job, but I had to fight the urge to grasp your head and force
you down on my cock. I knew you didn’t like to take it very deep, but
what you were doing was fantastic. As predicted, I didn’t last very
long, an evening of being turned on by you had me primed. “I’m going
to cum in your mouth.” I said, a last warning. A
question. Back off now or be prepared. “Mmmmm hmmmmmph” you merely
said, muffled, but seemingly eagerly. I shot then, your hand still
caressing my testicles, your other hand stroking even harder, your
suction gentle but steady. I spasmed and gasped, and 4 or 5 jets of
semen spurted into your mouth. You dutifully swallowed it, and I felt
like I was transported to a higher plane, the blood roaring through my
veins, I had a buzz on that wasn’t from the wine, it was from the
beautiful orgasm you’d orchestrated. I’d been saving it up for almost
a week, as soon as I discovered we were going to have this evening, and
the slow torture was worth it now. My cock stopped spurting, but a
few spasms continued, and you continued to gently work me with your
tongue until I was finished. I lay back, sweating, feeling very
confined suddenly, still in my sportcoat and tie. We stayed there for
a few minutes, the sounds of the light rock station on the radio almost
inaudible. Suddenly a car wheeled around the corner, stabbing with the
headlights, which probably weren’t brights but seemed so. I had a
brief flash of your lovely face there in my lap, your head turned to
one side, my softening cock still in your mouth. You tensed from the
headlights, but then the car sped on by. “Time to go.” I said. You
withdrew and I zipped up. We drove home in silence, both thinking of
how the rest of the evening would unfold. You sat quietly, the taste
of me still with you. I looked over, and once you thoughtfully licked
your lips.
* * *
And now, here we were, you barefoot in your black dress,
me, having removed my sportcoat and tie, crouched down beside you, my
hands up under your skirt, tracing teasingly around your shaved pussy,
but not actually venturing to touching your innermost areas yet. You
were very wet. An evening of mental foreplay had gotten you worked up
I grasped your ankles and forced your stance a little wider
apart. Then standing behind you, I took your bare arms and held them
above your head. You held the position, and I unzipped your dress, and
then lifted it above you. Off your arms, and you stood there, now
mostly bare pale flesh, lovely in the candlelight. Your black lacy bra
still on, and nothing else but your earrings. I was about to throw the
dress carelessly on the sofa, but, instead, went to the closet and got
a hanger and hung it up. Returned to find you standing still in the
same position, hands above your head like in a holdup. Very fetching
looking. I ran my hands up your arms, and then gently urged them down
to your sides again. Then brought them behind you, until you were
standing at parade rest, military style. I ran my hands along
your back, loving the feel of your back muscles. I kneaded your
shoulders and neck gently. You were a little tense. Kissing your
neck again, my hands moved to your front and grasped your breasts
through the bra. Through the bra I could feel your erect nipples. I
reached behind and undid your bra, and slipped it off, my hands moving
back around you to cup your exposed breasts. I rubbed then gently,
circling around, ending up with thumb and forefinger on each nipple,
which I tweaked gently. You moaned. I moved to your front, and
still grasping one breast, moved my mouth to the next, running my mouth
in slowly narrowing circles until I had your nipple in my mouth. You
arched your back, thrusting your breasts forward a bit, and I could
tell you were having a hard time standing still, but you kept your
hands clasped behind you. I slowly slid down, running my tongue down
between your breasts, tracing a line across your smooth tummy, down to
your pussy. Again, I played, circling your inner thighs, not yet
dwelling on your clit or venturing into the folds of your cunny.
I moved behind you. I love that part on a woman, the little fold
where the ass ends and the leg begins. I ran my tongue along here.
Then stood up, running my mouth up your clasped arms, then your
backbone. I moved again until I could see your face, and your eyes
were shining, your whole body glowing, I’d gotten you hot as… well…
insert your own analogy here. You were quivering in place, and moaning
softly as my mouth roamed across your body.
I loved looking into your eyes, though you were increasingly
closing them as passion welled up inside you, but what I had in mind
would unfortunately require those lovely eyes to be out of view for
awhile. I walked off to the bedroom, and returned in a few minutes
with a cloth blindfold, which I put over your eyes. You gasped. Now
your world was darkness, you standing naked and blindfolded. It was a
tiny bit chilly in here, and you shivered slightly.
Your nipples were already hard.
We were on the 3rd floor, and before you’d felt a little exposed
stripping with the curtains open, but you didn’t think anyone could see
us. Now, blindfolded, you felt even more exposed.
Going to my sportcoat, I retrieved your black lace panties from
the pocket where they had been all evening. Winding the material
around my fingers, I begin brushing your nipples with it. The silky
part and the rougher part with the lace pattern caused a
titilating..ahem..sensation on your nipples, and you moaned. I slid
down and begin rubbing the panty material over your clit, and then your
pussy’s entrance. The novelty of it not being fingers and flesh, but
the material of your panties used to stimulate you, was working you up,
as if you hadn’t already been primed.
I again disappeared, and you could tell by my footsteps I went to
the kitchen. I busied around there for awhile, you could hear the
fridge slam, drawers open and close, the sound of silverware clinking,
etc. You were a little apprehensive. I returned, and you could hear
me set some things down on the table. Then I brought a wineglass to
your lips. “Drink.” I said, and you took a sip of wine, you realized
your mouth was dry and parched all of a sudden. Just a sip, you
realized you’d probably really had enough wine, and you might need a
clear head for the rest of the evening. I put the
wineglass aside, you heard it clink on the coffeetable, and then, after
a pause, you felt a burning on your forehead. You realize after a
moment it’s an icecube, which I run down your face, and offer it to
your mouth. You open your lips, and feel its shape, it’s big and
square. I run it down your chin, your neck, until it’s between your
breasts. I annoit each nipple with it, and then slowly run it down
your tummy. It’s leaving a little wet line, along the
same path my mouth travelled earlier. I run it down, again teasing
around your pussy, finally circling around and running it across your
clit. You gasp and squirm, and your muscles tighten; you’re having a
real effort to keep from unclasping your arms. I run the ice cube down
your legs now, and back up, now moving closer around your pussy. I
tease around the lips, and then slide it in partly. Moving it around,
it’s now melted quite a bit, the edges rounded. I continue working it.
You are really getting vocal now, moaning and muttering words, a little
incoherently, “yes” a lot, “god” a lot, biting your lip. I expect
that this is going to go awhile longer, but you suddenly scream, and
your knees buckled, and you fall to the carpet to your knees,
shaking. You have a lovely powerful orgasm. I sink to my knees too
and continue to work you with the ice cube, which is quickly
diminishing with your inner heat. When it’s just a sliver, I pop it
into my mouth…then I take your face in my hands, kiss your lips, part
them, and slide the ice cube into your mouth with my tongue. You take
it and suck on it for a second, then crunch it between your teeth and
it’s gone.
“I’m sorry.” you say, “I couldn’t stay standing.”
“Shhhhhh.” I intone. I move lower, my mouth and hands playing with
your tits on the way down, and then I spread your knees wider, and my
tongue moves to where the ice cube was so recently. I grasp your ass
cheeks and dine on your pussy, my tongue dancing into your folds. In
very short order you are coming again. You kneel there gasping,
sweating despite the slight chill. I guess I should turn up the heat a
little, but, actually, the contrast of coolness and warmth is
I rise again, and I’m hard again. I present my cock to your
blindfolded face, running it across your forehead, your cheeks. It’s
dry now, just a tiny hint of precum at its tip. You open your mouth,
and I again slide it in, and you gently work me, while I look down at
your blindfolded face. I’d like to see your eyes, but you can’t have
everything. You kneel there, in darkness from your vantage point,
your world filled with my cock in your mouth. I’m in
no danger of coming for a long time now, having shot earlier, so I just
enjoy the sensation for awhile. Finally I withdraw, popping out of
your little rosebud mouth, and I leave for a minute. You feel a void,
now with your mouth empty. I return, and put a cushion behind you,
then urge you back onto the carpet, on your back, on the cushion. I
straddle you, and you shiver as my cock brushes between your legs, and
then moves across your tummy, finally coming to rest between your
breasts. You know what I want, and your hands come up to either side
of your breasts, pushing them together. I slide my cock between your
breasts, and begin slowly titty-fucking you. It feels very good, and
it’s interesting seeing your blindfolded face, a few inches from my
cock thrusting between your cleavage. A few minutes of this and I
abruptly stand up, then grasping your shoulders, urge you to your feet.
Leading you to a wall, I place you flat against it. Then I press my
body up against you, my hard cock pointing straight up, against your
belly, your breasts against my chest, my face pins your head to the
wall gently, and my mouth covers yours with fierce kisses. My hands
hold your face as I french kiss you, then they slide down to your
breasts, then lower down, you are so wet down there. I
grasp your hips and lift a little, and then, with just a little effort,
finally slide my cock into your pussy, you offer a little unladylike
grunt as I fill you, and then I begin slowly fucking you there against
the wall. You are loving it, making the most delightful noises.
After a few minutes of this, I lift you up, hands on your ass, my
cock still inside you, and I awkwardly move over to the couch. Almost
stumble for a moment, and then, on the couch, I lay you back and begin
earnestly fucking you, sliding my cock in and out hard. Your wet pussy
is so tight, so warm. I pop out and decide to change position again,
turn you around, bend you over the couch. I enter you again, this
time from behind, doggy style, as I thrust, my hands are grasping your
tits, and I’m gently tweaking your nipples in time with my thrusts.
Two fast thrusts, and then a slow one, a rhythm, and your body arcs to
anticipate my thrusts, your tits shaking as my body rocks you, my mouth
is on the side of your neck, you turn your head so that our lips meet.
I keep thrusting, fast fast, slow, relentlessly, pistoning, and finally
you come so loud I’m sure the neighbors hear it. I continue riding you
for a few minutes, and then disengage. Sitting down on the couch,
my cock still hard, I pull you into my lap. Still blindfolded, you’re
never quite sure what I’m going to guide you into next. You wrap your
legs around me, and impale yourself on my cock. Your legs curl behind
my back, and meanwhile you’re bouncing up and down on my pole, while I
lift your ass and then allow you to settle back down on cock. We sit
in this position for awhile, just gently fucking, and finally you’re
over the edge, coming for the 4th time this evening, and my cock
finally can’t take it anymore and I come for the 2nd. We both are
gasping, breathing hard, and we finally slow to a stop. My cock still
inside you, semi-hard. Our arms are around each other, and we are both
shiny with sweat. I hug you close, your breasts pressing against my
chest, and gently kiss your face, finally peeling away the blindfold
revealing your lovely eyes again. I kiss each eyelid, forcing you
to close them again briefly, and then there’s a long period where we
just hold each other. Almost dozing, but not quite. It’s starting to
get a little chilly in here, and I don’t want to move, you’re so snug
and warm, but I finally lift you off, and go get a blanket. Wrap us
both in it, and we snuggle on the couch, just enjoying each other’s
warmth lazily. In another hour or so I might want to go again,
before we go to bed, but for now, we’re just wrapped around each other.
“So”, you whisper into my neck, “What are we doing next Saturday
“Well…let’s see…I had some other things in mind with this
blindfold…the shower…the bubble bath where I soap you up…you tied
up with scarves, spread-eagled on my big bed…”
You leaned in closer, and whispered into my ear, “The night’s
still young…and there’s nowhere I have to be tomorrow.”
We spent about another ten minutes just snuggling up and enjoying
each other’s warmth. My hands gently rubbing your back. You curled up
around me, one foot was gently, lazily rubbing my cock. A foot-job
that was having results; I was starting to stiffen again. Your hands
where tracing little patterns on my chest.
I stood up, abruptly displacing the blanket, exposing us both to
the slightly chilly air. I grasped your arms, and pulled you to your
feet. Standing face to face, naked, I kissed you again on the
forehead, your closed eyes, down your cheek, until our lips met. Then
with a grin, I put the blindfold in place again. I gently grasped each
of your nipples with the thumb and forefinger of a hand. Then, walking
backward, still pinching your nipples, I urged you onward, leading you
by the breasts, carefully around corners since you were blindfolded,
into the bathroom. I put the toilet seat down, and, cupping your
crotch with one hand, my other hand on your back, urged you down to sit
on the toilet seat. I began to run the bathwater. You sat there
blindfolded, awaiting what I’d come up with next with anticipation.
I sat down on the tub, swishing the water to make sure it was warm but
not too hot. As the tub filled, I looked over at your lovely form,
naked and blindfolded and sitting primly on the toilet seat, legs
together, hands in your lap. The air was still a little chilly, but
every once in awhile some warm drops splashing from the filling tub
would land on you. A wave of goosebumps swept over you, and you
shivered a little. I got out a bathsponge. Just watching you, my
erection was back. I felt like I could keep entertaining you (and
entertaining myself with you) until at least the sunrise. Then we’d
both probably needs a good lazy until mid afternoon sunday sleep. I
leaned close and whispered into your ear, “This has been
great so far. But the best is yet to come.” While I waited for the
tub to fill, I pushed your knees apart, and begin to idly explore you.
You sighed, and bit your lip, and tried to keep still and not squirm,
your world dark behind the blindfold, just the sound of the water, the
bathroom fan going, and my hands on your body. It was about 2am now.
The next 5 hours before sunrise were going to be fun….