WW: I’d love to take care of you.
LB: I’d love to let you.
WW: I think I have some shopping to do.
I literally laughed out loud. We talked for a while longer and said good night after we realized just how late it really was. Our next visit was fast approaching and Walter relished teasing me about his purchases. He would not satisfying my curiosity and insisted he had several surprises in store for me. I knew the context, but when it came down to it, I had no idea what he was going to do to me when he arrived.
At last, he was here. The first few days were spent enjoying each other’s company. The usual non-stop, mind-blowing, body-quivering sex. We may have been good as individuals, but together, we are explosive. On the fourth day, when we were finally able to let each other dress, we spent the afternoon at a friend’s BBQ. We ate too much, laughed too loud and while others were scattering for another round of cards, dominoes, or horseshoes, we made eye contact and both knew it was time to leave.
We made it back to my house, somehow, and he immediately turned the air conditioning to meat locker. A sure sign that hot, sweaty sex was imminent. He reached over to light the numerous candles strewn about my room. I reclined on the bed and watched the shadows of flames dance on the ceiling. Maybe I was in store for some romantic love making.
“Sit up, Lisa” I noticed a tone in his voice I hadn’t heard before. I sat up without question.
“Come here.” I rose and walked over to Walter slowly. His gaze lowered to my breasts and he licked his lips. I needed no further hints. I pulled the cotton sundress over my head and threw it to the side. He was on me in an instant. One hand forcefully gripping my shoulder, the other on the back of my head. He pulled my mouth toward his and kissed me hard. I felt his dick stir against me and I leaned into him, putting my arms around his back and stroking the dark chocolate skin I love to touch. His tongue moved insistently in my mouth.
He was in control of the tempo of the kiss and I let him have his way. Moving my tongue around his, letting him navigate my mouth at his discretion. I playfully bit his lip as he pulled his head back and looked me in the eye. Damn, he looks serious, I thought. He backed away from me and told me to sit. I took a step backward to find the soft mattress, when he stopped me. Taking my hand and pulling down. I followed my hand and sat cross-legged on the floor. I looked up at him as he turned his back and started rummaging in a bag.
My eyes grew wide with surprise when he turned to face me. In his hands were wrist cuffs. In the dim glow of candlelight I couldn’t make out the material. They were black with shiny chrome buckles and O rings. Walter got closer and I could see some sort of clasp. Hell, I was thinking scarves, and he was thinking serious bondage.
“Hold out your wrists, Lisa.”
I held them up in front of me as he buckled one of the cuffs onto my wrist. It was soft suede and as he buckled the belt he looked into my eyes to see if I was still his willing participant. I met his gaze and then lowered my eyes. I held out my other wrist as a silent offering of myself. I knew he understood the gesture. He buckled the other leather cuff and told me to lie back. I quickly undid my bra, knowing it would be a nightmare trying to get it off later with my wrists occupied.