‘The Garden Room’. #2.

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‘The Garden Room’. #2.This is the 2nd part of a full story, that has to be blogged over a number of episodes. It is essentially BDSM, coupled with other unusual sexual predilections.. It is written from my own, the woman’s perspective… If you are looking for a quick fix from some sexually charged, short story sex, this isn’t for you! If however you like to read about sexual build up, and tension, and enjoy mystery, then this is for you.. There is certainly plenty of sex, because this is a sex story, but there is a plot, and an ending, just like any book…’Part Two’.‘On my own in the house.’Adrian, told me, that he would leave me, in his house, alone, whilst he went out to the local chemist, and bought some condoms. I nodded. He put his T-shirt back on. I watched from the bed, as his beautiful upper body was obscured by the cotton. He looked down at me once more, and then, with an obviously often used casual wave of his fingers, he walked out, and left me all alone in the bedroom. Something about this off-the-cuff mannerism, made me feel, he perhaps didn’t always care about people. I couldn’t however, put my finger on what there was about this informal gesture, but it was as if, he saw me as a chattel, something not that important to him! Lying there I thought how I felt about this impression of him, it wasn’t that my feelings towards him had changed. It was more, that, I realised he maybe wasn’t over Joanna enough, and it was far too soon for me to be able to fill her high heels. I wondered if the ‘taking’ of my virginity, might make him concentrate more on his feelings towards me? I hear a motorbike start up, and then rumble away, its sounds muffled by the fact it was from the front of the house. I realised I’d know when he returned, the bike noise would warn me in advance.I make a sudden decision, and got up off the bed, and dressed. I then crossed over to the window and looked out. I could see the azure Atlantic, and in front of the ocean, the tourists playing out on the sunny golden sands, it really was a lovely day. I opened the sliding glass door and stepped out onto the balcony. As I stood there in the open sea air, and just for a second, just the merest moment you understand, wondered how my mother, if she found out, would react to the knowledge of me having been in a man’s bedroom on my own? Especially a man that I had only just met, and with him out buying condoms, to take my innocence from me, to enable him to use my young body for his pleasure. Even now, I felt a tingling rush in my vaginal area, the thought of full sex, still exciting me! I turned, walked back into Adrian’s bedroom, sliding the glass firmly closed behind me.‘The chest of draws.’I gazed about his bedroom idly. On one side of the bed, there was a small occasional table, decked out with a lamp. The lamps base, appeared to be made from a large pebble of granite, the shade matching the colours of the speckled stone. On the other side, a tall chest of draws, and along one wall, a massive wardrobe. Without any thought, I opened one of the long doors to look inside of it. Inside, clothes, shirts of various colours on hangers, a lot of white ones though, all neatly pressed. Trousers, both denim jeans, and wool, mostly in black, although there were two pairs of tobacco hued, soft cotton chinos. Draws down one side, held socks in neat rows, but with only a few pairs of pants, so I guessed he didn’t wear them much. I closed the doors to the wardrobe, and crossed to the lamp on the table, felt the cold of the stone, it wasn’t fake, the granite had a nice roughness, as it hadn’t been polished. I wondered if he had made it himself. Was he a man who was good with his hands? I walked the short distance around the bed to the high chest of draws, it appeared to be made from oak, the table and the wardrobe matched. The wood wasn’t highly polished, but it wasn’t rough and ready either, and I could see the craftmanship in the design and execution. All of his furniture, downstairs, and here in the bedroom, was well made. Was Adrian good with his hands?The lamp base, I could in my mind, see him maybe lifting the stone from a beach somewhere nearby, and then drilling it, and fitting the electrical bits and pieces? The bed, the bedding, all the furniture, looked expensive to my eye, he certainly liked good things, there was no doubt in that. All the floors I had seen so far, apart from those outside on the patio, were made from a light blonde oak, the planks matched well, making the rooms seem light and airy. Adrian had of course inherited this house, that’s what he had told me downstairs. My right hand rested on the top draw of the chest of draws, its wooden knob warm under my fingers, and I slid the draw silently out, to see two unopened packets of condoms!‘The Kitchen.’I slipped the draw silently back into its secure slot. So, he had condoms, and he had lied to me when I offered him the chance to mount me, ride me! Maybe he hadn’t wanted me to think that he was prepared for sex with me, and that I might imagine that all he was doing, was seducing me, and so, scare me off? But I was sure somehow, that wasn’t the case, and that there was some other reason. Had Adrian actually gone to buy condoms, and why, when he already had some? I pushed the bedroom door open, and then left the upstairs behind, as I slowly descended to the lounge below. Was Adrian coming back?I was a little nonplussed, but once I was back in the lounge, I made a decision, I’d check out the kitchen.It was large, and very neat and tidy. It was obvious to my eyes, that everything had a place, and everything was in its place. He seemed, a very neat person, maybe a little OCD?I opened the doors of the deep orange coloured fridge, that I discovered in the kitchen, it was one of the ones made by ‘SMEG’, the sort of fridge that my mother would covet. It was well stocked, well stocked indeed, with items like lobster and crab, foods I had never eaten. The rooms walls were decorated with seafood ceramics, they looked expensive, and on checking the cupboards, they were chock-a-block with expensive looking crockery, also seaside themed. Along one wall, there was a magnetic knife rack, with what looked like pricey butchers, and chefs’ knives. I wondered if Adrian loved to cook, was it maybe a passion of his?There were two windows, the one looking out to sea, had a deep ceramic Belfast sink, and next to that, a stainless sink, with a massive drainer. Both sinks had their own taps, the stainless one, also having a metal water hose. On the opposite side, the other window was slightly darkened, I guessed that no one could look in, its view was out to the short driveway. In the middle of the kitchen, a work island, with draws full of cutlery, and tools, saucepans, fry pans, and various casserole dishes, it looked as though there was nothing he didn’t have.In the wall furthest from the lounge, there was set another door. I opened it.Once through, I realised it was a very large pantry, there were no windows, it felt cool.One wall held racking, it was full of tins, and there were two more ‘SMEG’s’, both the same colour as the one in the kitchen behind me. On checking them out, both turned out to be freezers. There was enough meat and fish stored in them, to last at least a couple or three months!WOW!To one side of the pantry, there was a metal wall, with a metal door, with a push button combination lock. There was a small window set into the door.Suddenly, I felt a degree of dread, in the deepest pit of my stomach, what was Adrian obscuring behind that door, hidden away out here in the pantry?I walked to it slowly, touched the lock, it felt very solid, well made, metallic, and all sorts of images poured through my mind as I touched it. I didn’t know Adrian, didn’t know anything about him, his job, what sort of man he really was?And then, I stretched up to peer through the window, it being set deep into the door, and at Adrian’s head height. Through the deep glass, I saw more racking, but this time, instead of tinned goods, it held wine bottles. As I stood there teetering on my toes, I allowed my hands to contact the metal of the doors to steady myself. The steel was cool, and colder than the air in the room around illegal bahis me, and I guessed that the room the other side of the door was refrigerated and set to the correct temperature for the wine.This made sense, very good sense, in particular if he enjoyed food as much as I was beginning to appreciate, he did.I left the door and moved back to the lounge, where my enquiring eyes, were drawn back to the staircase downwards’‘Below.’I paused, and attempted to peer into the gloom beneath me, but for some reason, unlike the stair going upwards, there appeared to be little light offered.I loitered on the first stair, uncertain?I let my foot tentatively, fall to the next step down, and then I listened, not for noises from below, but for the sound of Adrian’s motorcycle returning. Nothing.And without further thought, I continued down the stairway.Once at the bottom, I saw that this floor, a small hall way, was lit only by what looked like a security light.Before me, I had a choice of two doors, the nearest to me, was slightly ajar, the other, closed, and it bore a similar push button lock, to the wine cellar above in the pantry. I put my hand against the warm wood of the open door, and then pushed it gently away from me. As the door silently swung inwards, the sight revealed, was of a sumptuous bedroom, with a magnificent bed, bedecked with cushions and throws. The bed was side on to me, and at its foot end, and on the wall, was a huge TV screen. No wardrobes in this room, no chest of draws either, in fact the only furniture other than the bed that dominated the room, was a metal safe. The safe looked somewhat incongruous in the room, as it was of a deep green colour, and the rest of the room, including the walls, was decorated in shades of white, aubergine and gold. Opposite from where I stood presently, there was another door, one that appeared to have no lock. I crossed the room and opened it, to reveal, a gorgeous, and what looked to be a real marble, tiled bathroom. In the centre of the floor, an enormous tub, with its taps set in the middle, they were golden. Running part way along the wall opposite me, was a very long, almost walk through shower, it’s glass sides immaculate. There were two sinks with vanity mirrors above them, adorning part of the same wall, and also a bidet, and a toilet. As I walked into the room further, I saw that the end wall furthest from me, was completely mirrored! The opposite wall to the mirror wall, was half shelved, floor to ceiling, the other half of this wall, held three tall heated towel rails. The shelves were full of various sized, neatly folded towels, the rails held even more. Strolling further into the room, I touched one of the towels on a rail, it was warm, and so soft, they were so, white, and I just knew that they were new.I imagined myself bathing here. I believed that I would feel like a Grecian princess! When Adrian had taken my virginity, and had finished enjoying me, would he maybe invite me down here to relax?I hoped so.As I stood in the bathroom, I heard the muffled, but distinct noise of Adrian’s motorbike! I hadn’t thought about the fact, that being downstairs, might just affect my hearing of his arrival back!Hastily I left the bathroom, being careful to close the door behind me, ran through the bedroom, and on leaving the room, pulled the door almost closed behind me.Up the stairway, and then continuing onwards to his other bedroom, where I stood breathlessly, in front of the glazing, and staring out to sea. ‘Adrian’s back.’I heard footsteps in the stairway, and then Adrian was abruptly in the room with me.“Hi Caja.”I turned as though startled,“Hi Adrian.”He was smiling, as usual, not smirking though, as some men would probably have done, knowing that they were about to have sex with a particular young woman for the first time.It was his usual casual smile, softly lifting his full lips upwards, the smile that made me feel a little ‘silly’ inside.The wondrous smell of his cologne, almost like a wild ocean breeze, drifted across the space between us, and I couldn’t help drawing it in, and smiling widely. I felt somewhat foolish, and cliched, ‘a girl standing in front of a boy, blah, blah, blah’.Neither of us moved, I was awaiting his first suggestion, his direction, maybe his command, “To the bed wench!”But he looked almost bashful, and if I hadn’t known better, I would have thought that he was the virgin, and I, the experienced maid.I dropped my eyes shyly, but used my head, with eyes cast downwards, to motion towards the bed.You might think me a slut at this moment, but with my intended suitor being ‘Adrian’, a man that I had an outrageous crush on, I was almost wanton in my heat to be mounted. I was game to squander something that although precious to me, would be to someone that I personally perceived to be a prince among men. And a prince who owned so much as well, after all, he had two cars, a motorcycle, a huge house, and it was a house that was quite unbelievable to me.What’s not to like!I’m no gold digger, but at sixteen, and if I got pregnant, I knew my mother would be much happier if it was to be Adrian, than a younger guy who had no way of supporting me.Men never think of these things, all they are thoughtful of, is shooting their seeds into a girl, beyond that, ‘Doh!’Adrian spoke,“Shall we lie down on the bed together?”I nodded and started to pull my top over my head.“Whoa!”Adrian breathed out, and then,“There’s no need to rush, it’s only three O’clock, and you don’t have to be home to six, do you?”‘No.” I replied.I allowed my top to fall from my hands, and rather self-consciously, I undid my sandals and slid them from my feet, before climbing onto the bed, and then lying back with my head on the pillows.He stared down at me for a while, saying nothing, and then he pulled his boots off, and got onto the bed. He lay back, not even touching me, and stared at the ceiling. I felt awkward, and longed for him to reach out to me, but he didn’t.We laid there for a least ten minutes, before he spoke again,“I had condoms in one of the draws next to the bed!”So, this information told me he was at least honest, if it didn’t explain why he had felt the need to leave me and pretend to go and buy them.“So why did ‘You’ go out then Adrian?” I asked.A pause, “I wanted to be sure Caja, that you really wanted to have full sex. And that you were not just caught up in the moment.I would hate to have a girl accuse me of taking advantage of her, or even worse, or maybe discovering that she was crying afterwards! So, I left, therefore giving you the opportunity to cool down, maybe walk out, and even go home.”Inwardly, in a stupid girly way, I was much impressed! He had given me a chance to pull back from intercourse, and although he didn’t know it yet, keep my virginity.”As I moved on the bed slightly, the outside of my arm, fleetingly, touched his arm, ever so slightly, the mere meeting of our skins, ran through me like an electric shock. I knew then, that I most definitely hadn’t changed my own mind, but I did wonder if perhaps he had changed his?I allowed my head to roll towards him, I could observe his beautiful masculine profile from close up now. Adrian’s head lay close to me on its own pillow, and he was looking upwards from his prone position, and I noticed that his chest was rising and falling slowly. My own breathing was considerably faster than his, and I could sense my heart racing within my ribcage. I really wanted his arms grasping me to him now!He spoke almost inaudibly,“Let’s go downstairs, and I’ll make you another coffee Caja.”‘Disappointment.’These were certainly not the words I had been hoping for, but before I could say anything, Adrian got up off the bed quickly, and left the room, his feet almost silent on the wooden flooring.I continued lying there on the bed, I knew I was disappointed, and in the pit of my stomach, the butterflies stopped. How had it come to this, we’d been so close to fucking, or so I had thought. I’d definitely felt his passion through his jeans front, and his need for my body, and then? What had transpired between us, that I, as an immature girl had missed, there had to be something? My mother had always warned me, that men would take illegal bahis siteleri advantage of me, at the drop of a hat, taking my virginity before I even realised. Well I’d dropped that bloody hat on purpose, and I think you would agree that I had also thrown this fucking hat, up and as far away, as is humanly possible. And not only that, I had bent myself double, with my naked arse aimed at Adrian, and that I had reached behind me, and pulled my bum cheeks wide apart, and then very loudly, and clearly said,“Please, please, ‘FUCK ME, HARD’!”And yet, here I was, fully dressed, and alone on the bed that he’d had me completely nude on, and at his mercy! It had only been a few minutes ago, this was the same bed, on which, he’d given me my very first orgasm, and much more, and now he wanted nothing, I am confused!To be honest, I’m also embarrassingly annoyed, wasn’t I attractive enough, and then like cold water, the feeling that I actually, wasn’t appealing enough for him to want to stick his penis in, rushed through me.I got off the bed slowly, I was despondent, it was going to be hard to admit to the girls, just how close I had come to being fucked, and then somehow, cocked it all up. I knew in my head though, that I shouldn’t be thinking this way, and that when I got home, and thought this all through, that I’d probably not regret him letting me go in the end. Right at this moment though, I almost hated him. Picking up my sandals, I made my way back to the lounge. Adrian must be in the kitchen, as he wasn’t in sight.‘Coffee & More.’I sat down by ‘Simon’s’ pond, he, the fish, had appeared at the arrival of my shadow over the water, I had to smile at him, it wasn’t much, maybe more of a grimace, but it was something. Adrian spoke,“Here’s your coffee.”My ireful retort is,“Why didn’t you make love to me?”Silence, I look at his face,“How old are you?” He asks.“Sixteen, half way to being s*******n, the same age as Joanna is!” I reply in earnest, I feel like I am applying for a position, and maybe I am.“So, not that old, or sexually experienced I’d guess!” Adrian looks searchingly at me, and then lets his eyes rove all over my body, lingering at my tits, with their nipples protruding through the thin material of my cotton T, and then fixedly at the groin of my tight jeans.I cringe slightly at his inspection; how do his eyes really see me? I’m not sure.But I’m annoyed now, and not so caring of the impression I’m making, I can be feisty when I need to be, although usually I’m pretty submissive.“That’s for me to know, and you, to find out!”This is an old phrase, and it’s blurted out by me, but I don’t want to admit my only sexual experience, is a fumble in the back of a garage, with a mere boy.He runs his eyes over my curvaceous body again,“Well Caja, I can tell you that you have the body of a mature woman, and a skin like milk, and I love the colour of your hair, so my decision wasn’t taken lightly. What I can say though, that I was sorely tempted, and that I very nearly went with the moment. I am very attracted to you Caja, and the thought of you under me, your big breasts pushing up into my chest as I ride you, is very arousing. You have tantalised me, but I must be careful, you are after all, only sweet sixteen, and although you appear far older, you are not!”His last words are spoken quite forcefully, and I drop my gaze from his eyes. I feel a little hopeless, I’m shy, and not taken to arguing, except with my mother occasionally, oh and my friends.I retort angrily.“I’m old enough, I can legally have sex if I want to!”He just stands in the kitchen doorway, holding the coffee mugs, but his lips lift slightly, it’s not a smile as such, not in the way he usually smiles, this is more of a smirk, why?‘The Agreement.’This smile doesn’t leave his face, his mouth almost doesn’t say these softly spoken words, so quiet are they.“Shall we fuck then? Is that what you want?”I’m still gazing at the wood floor, when I reply,“Yes, I want to fuck!”A moment, then,“And you want me to fuck you?”I reply,“Yes, I want you to fuck me!”“Do you want me to use you, for my pleasure, teach you about adult sex?”‘Use me for his pleasure’, a strange request for me to answer, but I was sure that after the taking of my virginity, sex with Adrian would be very satisfying, his mouth on the bed upstairs, had already proven that to me, and we hadn’t even fucked yet. Being taught sex by him? Surely that would mean lots of sex, lots of pleasure, and I’d have to be foolish to turn that chance down!“Yes, Yes, and Yes, I repliedSilence, then he spoke again, this time he sounded very serious,“You would have to keep our sex-play, secret, and not tell your friends, and definitely not your parents under any circumstances.”I nodded.“Say ‘Yes’ I understand Adrian!”He looks a little tense, should I be worried, but then, I wasn’t going to tell my parents anyway, and as for my friends, a little gossip wouldn’t hurt, especially if I told them, don’t tell anyone about this!“Yes, I understand Adrian!”“So, we have an agreement then, you understand, that this is an agreement?”His face seems set, and I thought just for a second, “Yes, we have an agreement, you and I, Adrian!”I could see him visibly relax, what was so important about having sex with him? I didn’t care though, he hadn’t hurt Joanna, so he wouldn’t hurt me, would he.‘A Horse?’Adrian went back into the kitchen, but he returned almost straight away, but he had left the coffee mugs in there. His eyes looked as if they were lit from within, his face was set in that new smile,“Come on.” He said,And put his hand out to me, I raised my right hand, he caught hold of it, and almost dragged me towards the staircase. Stumbling a little behind him, I realised that I had left my sandals on the seating by the pond, and so I told him.“You will not need those for a while, you won’t need shoes if we are fucking, will you?”On the thought of losing my innocence, I would have preferred him to use the words ‘Making love’ rather than ‘Fucking’, but it would amount to the same in the end. Loving, fucking, what the hell, I’d be all grown up by the time I left Adrian’s house. With that thought, I checked my watch, 4 O’clock, still time to really have some fun.On reaching the stairway however, Adrian drew me downwards, and not up to his bedroom, which was where I had assumed, we would be going, so maybe I would get a chance to use that fabulous bathroom after all.At the bottom of the stair, I saw the bedroom door, and Adrian pushed me gently towards it, telling me,“Go through the bedroom, and into the bathroom beyond, undress, shower, and then dry yourself, come back to the bedroom fully nude, but only when you have finished, I like clean girls. I should be in the bedroom by that time! Don’t be tempted to peek, just do as you are told”Adrian didn’t give me a chance to reply, as he moved to the door with the push button lock, swiftly opened it, and then disappeared inside. I was tempted to try that door, but resisted the urge, I’d had my orders after all. “Yes Master!” I thought, and then laughed quietly to myself.I swung the door to the bedroom open, moved through this sumptuous room, and on into the bathroom. I divested myself of my top, jeans, and white cotton panties, before checking the vanity cupboards above the sinks. The first one I looked in, I found some nice body wash, and I got into the shower. Having puzzled out its water control, I set a warm flow from the shower heads, and proceeded to wash myself all over thoroughly. I gave particular attention to my lower parts, and under my full breasts. As I lathered up my wet silky, curling pubic hair, I found my fingers lingering on the area I now knew, directed so much bliss for me. I almost couldn’t wait until my next orgasm, and I wondered on feeling the excitement course through my body, from my own touching, if I could actually make myself orgasm?Now that was an interesting thought!We’d never had a hushed conversation about playing with ourselves, Emma, Amanda and me. So, I was pretty sure, that like me, they didn’t know anything about female orgasms, it wasn’t a subject that we had covered in biology? What a treat they were in for, once I told them, maybe even showed them. canlı bahis siteleri These thoughts brought an instant rush of feelings to my groin, and I felt the butterflies back in my stomach?I carefully dried myself, using one of the warm towels from one of the towel rails. The terry towelling surface rousing my skin somewhat, I find myself on tender hooks, in my head I imagine myself, spread legged on the bed in the next room, with Adrian pushing his penis into my unsullied vagina.I walk to the door out into the bedroom, holding the bath towel to cover my nakedness, and then I remember Adrian’s orders, I have to be nude when I return to the bedroom, where he will be awaiting me!I let the towel drop, to the marble tiled floor, and then open the door to the bedroom, and walk through it.Adrian is sitting on the edge of the bed, wearing a black robe.My face blushes up, I have never felt so self-conscious!I can feel the blood infusing my cheeks, hotly colouring my pale skin, oh god I think, please let him think me gorgeous.He smiles, his eyes greedily zip over my skin, examining every minute detail, he then motions me to turn around, and I do, slowly.Adrian makes an infinitesimal, appreciative noise under his breath, I can only just hear the signal of his interest in me, but it hangs in the air between us, and even though I feel embarrassed, my groin signals its interest.I feel my labia suddenly moisten with their own lubrication, and even though I have just showered, I can suddenly detect my own hormonally filled aroma, which is now arising from my groin.God, I feel horny, that is, if this feeling, that I am experiencing, is what is called, ‘Feeling horny?’ Adrian pats the side of the bed next to him.I walk forward, and on closer examination, I see can that the robe he is wearing is padded, like a martial arts robe, maybe he does Judo.?Just as I sit, and as I am halfway through the motion that is sitting, I feel his fingertips brush across my bottom, and they caress fleetingly, the hairiness of my pouting vagina lips. This personal contact is for no more than a split second, but my body responds immediately, with more lubrication to my inner secret area, butterflies in my tummy, and also a sigh from deep within my chest. My knees then give way, and I collapse backwards onto the bed!I’m shocked as I sprawl onto the beds quilt, so inelegant with my legs now wide apart, and my large breasts lolling underneath my armpits, I have never felt so self-conscious! What a fool I must look!Adrian touches my thigh lightly, I shiver uncontrollably.“It’s okay, you’re just nervous, it’s my fault! It was when you turned your back to me to sit, I saw your fantastic bum, and just a hint of your lovely pubic hair, and suddenly, I found that I needed to touch it, I got carried away in the moment!”He rose from his seat beside me, and then graciously helped me to get into a more ladylike position, he smiled strangely,I’m just going to arrange a few things before we start, I also have some apparel that I would like you to wear during our sex.I thought, ‘before we start’? And there was me thinking that we had already started, never mind, I was sure all would be revealed quickly.Adrian walked to the other side of the bed, bent and picked up some black lacy clothing. I saw that it was a deep suspender belt, and I guessed, the other bits, were the stockings to go with it. He laid these out on the bed, and then bent again, this time his hand appeared with a pair of extreme heeled, black, patent leather shoes.‘Put these on, quickly!”He then bent again and pulled something strange into sight, I spoke for the first time.“What is that?”He looked sideways from where he was dragging the object, and into my face,“Put the clothing on!”I reached back, and pulled the lingerie and heels towards me, I’d have to stand to put the belt on. “Quickly, I have the urge on me now!” He said.Urge? I hope that he means that he wants to make love. I thought guys wanted sex all the time, not just occasionally.Standing I looped the belt around me, the fastenings were complicated, and at the back, so I put the back over my stomach, and then did them up. Sliding it a round my torso, I settled it into a more comfortable position. I’d never worn a suspender belt before. I knew what they were for, my mother wore one when she went out on special occasions with my father, the rest of the time, she wore tights.With some relief, I sat down on the bed once again, my back towards Adrian. He was still playing about behind me, and I bent forward to put the fine silky material of the first stocking over my right foot.The stockings were softer, and much sheerer, than the tights I normally wore. Men loved stockings, and seemed fascinated with them, but I had never imagined that I would be wearing them when I lost my innocence.I completed putting both stockings on, and then attached them to the hanging clips of the suspender belt. I reached behind me and caught hold of the heels. As I stretched back, my breasts wobbled, and I caught my first glimpse of what Adrian was doing?He was erecting something, which looked rather like a carpenter’s horse, you know, the wooden structure they use to cut wood on, or with two of them, arrange a plank on top to walk or stand on.The top of this, appeared to be heavily padded, and hanging from the two inclined legs on either end, some sort of ribbon.Adrian must have spotted my quick look, because he said,“Put the shoes on, and then come here to me!”I bent forward, and as I put the heels on the floor, I noticed that they were exactly the right size for my feet, and that they looked new. I slipped my stockinged feet in to the shoes, and then stood up awkwardly. My calves hurt immediately, the high heels forcing my legs to stretch out un-naturally. I attempted a step, and wobbled outrageously, almost falling.“Its okay, you’ll get used to high heels!” Adrian said from behind me. “Soon you’ll be dashing about in them, with not even a thought.”I turned carefully to face him; I wasn’t so sure.“They hurt my legs!” I complained.“No pain, no gain!” He replied.Alongside him now, and although slightly staggering, I had made it to him reasonably easily, to my surprise, he motioned me to sit on the horse, or so I thought. I couldn’t see the point of this wooden object that he had erected at the end of the bed. I was quite frankly, more interested in the erect object poking from his robe!As I went to sit, he said,“No, No, not sit, bend over it!”I turned, and bent over with my legs spread somewhat, and with the high heels on my feet, it was just the perfect height to support my now bent body.Looking downwards from my new position, I saw that the wooden legs of the horse, had adjustment in them.Conscious of the fact that my vagina lips were now displayed between my buttock’s, and that my anus would also now be on show for the first time to a man’s gaze, I felt very nervous. I had never imagined this scene in my wildest day-dreams.I felt his hands at my hips, and then there was the sounds of rustling, and I knew he was tying me in place with the ribbons. This position didn’t distress me, as my chest was now resting firmly on the bed. With the tying of me to the horse, I was forced into having my head held down, and my face turned to one side on the bed, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. I couldn’t see Adrian now, but I did hear the whisper of his robe falling to the floor, and then the warm feeling of his hands on the cheeks of my buttocks.He kneaded each of the cheeks gently, kindly in the pressure he used on my skin. He cupped each of them, and felt their weight in his hands, and then pulled them fully apart, the skin stretched taut in the valley. For a second nothing more. I guessed he was gazing at what the valley between my buttocks hid. My face flushed, even though I knew that there was nothing I could do to stop this. I felt what could only be his thumbs run down the inside of that valley, from the top, to just above my puckered anus, his fingers splayed out, clutching at the cheeks of my arse.Something moist fell onto my anus, it wasn’t much, but it lay there warm and wet, and then his thumbs unhurriedly came together, and moved onto the sensitive area of my anus.I shivered in much the same way, that I had when he had caressed my thigh earlier, an uncontrollable reaction to his touching one of my innermost sanctums.Something touched my vagina, something hard, and yet soft, and I realised, it could only be his penis!

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