Anticipation

The warm water running down my back reminded me of last night and the touch of his hand trailing down my spine until he settled it on the small of my back. Even through the silky material of my dress, he managed to send tingles of anticipation through my body.

We had decided to meet in person after hours of chatting online. The chemistry there was undeniable and I felt it in person the moment our eyes met outside the restaurant. People seemed to make room for him as he walked toward me. There is an intensity about him that even strangers pick up on.

The hostess led us to our table. Drinks were ordered and conversation flowed. I never doubted it would. We moved seamlessly through all kinds of topics when we chatted. Yet throughout the evening, there was a restlessness - an undercurrent of expectation that floated right underneath the surface.

He had a gift of making you feel you were the only person in the room. A gaze that never strayed. I felt myself leaning in to be closer. Wanting to be closer.

I reached for the bath scrub and soaked it under the running water. When I squeezed, my mind jumped to the moment his hand covered mind. It was large and warm. He move it slightly up my arm until he circled my wrist. My mind drifted to one of our conversations. I thought of the rope he'd use to bind me to the column in his living room. To that feeling of anticipation that came as he circled without touching. Just round and round. The heels of his boots echoing on the hard floor. The delightfully wicked things he leaned in and said.

I ran the scrub down my chest, across pink firm nipples, and down my stomach. I closed my eyes imagining his hand replacing mine. I could feel him learning every inch of my. I knew he'd find each scar, each freckle and he'd know me better than I knew myself. My fingers slipped lower and dipped inside slick pussy lips.

I leaned back against the cool tile of the shower. My body was heated from the inside out. I worked my fingers in and out. Slowly. Deeply. Imagining him watching. It was like I could feel his gaze. With each dip of my fingers I could hear his voice telling me this was just a warm up. Telling me what was to come. Warning how his hand would turn my cheeks glowing red. How he'd play with my clit until my thighs trembled and I couldn't even form words. How he'd unleash every primal want and need until I handed them over for his pleasure.

My pussy pulsed around my fingers. I was so close. I felt that tightening deep inside. I pulled my fingers out, denying myself pleasure at the last moment. It would be his touch soon that would pick up where I left off. I let the water wash over me for a few more minutes then I turned it off.

As I toweled off, I imagined dressing for him. I knew he'd appreciated the lace and garters. I wanted to watch his eyes as each piece was revealed. As I stood in the closet deciding what I'd wear tonight I couldn't help but anticipate where tonight would lead.

Tap, tap, tap.....sting

I was lying over the edge of the bed on a background of white sheets. Red hair splayed. Bent at the waist. Sky high black fuck me pumps covered manicured toes. My body coved in a fishnet and black nylon teddy. A medium plug warming up my pussy. It was such a tight fit. I was waiting for my master.

I knew he'd be here soon. I had everything as he liked it. The toys were all lined up at the end of the bed. My lips were painted a deep red. And I was in the perfect position for him.

I heard the door open but I didn't move. I wanted him to enjoy the scene. I could feel myself breathing faster. I heard his footsteps. I felt his presence even though he didn't speak. His hand touched the center of my back. It was a feeling I craved. It centered me. Grounded me. After everything we did, I could always count on that feeling.

His hand moved up and down my body. He pushed my hair to the side so that he could put a small kiss on the back of my neck. That would be the lightest touch that I'd receive today.

I felt him move away from me. There's something about that anticipation. Not knowing what's coming. My only job to receive and enjoy.

The first thud landed hard. I jumped. It was a heavy paddle. Leaving a deep penetrating blow. It felt like my whole ass cheek was heating up. It was followed by another and another. These were new. Harder than I was used to. He pushed between my legs and used his thigh to wedge the plug deeper into my pussy.

"You turn such a lovely shade of pink," my master said. "But I want you porn star red today. Can you take it?"

"Yes master. I'll take anything from you."

His hand rubbed across my ass. Soothing. Then I felt him reach and I knew it would begin again. Slower now. The strokes came moving cheek to cheek. He was like a conductor playing my body. Slow and steady just like the warmth was spreading.

My body was squirming. Between the plug and the spanking, my pussy was soaked. He reached between my legs and began work on my clit. Rubbing and teasing as stroke after stroke landed on my ass. All along, he'd stop and take time to enjoy his handiwork.

I was so close to cumming when I felt him move away. When he returned, he pulled the bottom of the teddy to the side and I felt lube run down my ass. One hand worked fingers into my hole, while the other was rubbing my clit. After a few minutes, I felt the plug at my tightest entrance. He pushed it in in one single move. My back arched and I was filled completely. Ass and pussy both at capacity. He pulled the bottoms back to hold everything in place. His tongue ran across my ass, helping to ease the burn while flaming another internally.

Then I felt it. Tap. Tap. Tap. Sting! That sharp piercing stripe of pain. He was using the dressage whip. A device designed to keep stubborn equine in line could bring me to the edge. It was a blazing heat. Much different from the heat that was spread evenly across my ass earlier. This whip was evil. Languid. Precise. Sensuous.

It was so slow. Then it began again. Tap. Tap. Sting! The popper on the end made it feel like lightning on my cheeks. The burn was intense. I knew he loved seeing the thin welts. He was so patient. Planning the next strike to hit the perfect mark.

Tap. Tap. Tap. I tried to keep the muscles relaxed hoping to take just some of the edge off the stroke. It never worked. When I heard the swish of the whip it was an automatic reaction. Sting!

He leaned in again his hand snaked under my body. He was merciless in how he toyed with my clit. Rubbing and teasing. My thighs trembled. He knew I was going to cum.

"That's right babydoll," he whispered. "Show me how much you like my touch. Cum for me."

Just a few more flicks of his fingers and I came apart. My knees bent and my thighs clenched. The intensity of my orgasms with him always surprise me. He stroked me all the way through it.

"Now, straighten back up. We're not done yet."

I knew what was coming. The flogger was his favorite. I felt his hands between my legs. He removed the plugs. I still felt full. But I wasn't empty for long. The emptiness was replaced with the vibrator. He dialed it up to a medium intensity. My clit was already sensitive and my pussy grabbed around it, greedy for more.

I felt the suede tails dragging across my back. Lightly tickling; Disguising the bite that was to come. He undid the tie that held the sheer lingerie in place across my back. I knew he liked a blank canvas. Then he began. The first stroke landed under my left shoulder blade. Then a second. A third. He moved. The right side was next. Three more just like those. All the while the vibrator buzzed. I couldn't think. Each stroke bringing a bite of pain mixed with the erotic pleasure of the toy combined to drive me wild with passion.

Over and over he continued. As he moved up and down my back I felt my pussy tighten and knew I was going to fall over that edge. I knew he wouldn't stop until I did. Three more strokes of the devil's toy and I lost it.

"Turn over," he commanded and I did. He pulled out the vibrator and replaced it with his cock. God he felt so good in me. So much better than any toy. My ankles were on his shoulders and his hand were gripping my thighs. I could feel the heat on my back and ass, now that I was laying on them.

He fucked me hard. Just like I liked. Then right before he came, he pulled out.

"Get on your knees."

I hurried to comply because I knew I was getting a treat. He tapped his cock on my lips. "Open up," he said. And I did with a smile.

He fucked my mouth as I stroked his cock and balls. Soon he was filling me with his cum. I swallowed every drop and licked my lips. His cock had rings of red lipstick as I dragged my tongue once more down the length of him making sure I took every drop.

"Come here angel," he said as he offered his hand to help me stand. He pulled me in his arms and kissed me.

It was our love song - played across the entire keyboard. The thud of the bass notes. The sting of the highs. And all the notes in between blending to make a melody so sweet.

 His hands stroked softly up and down my back and over my hips. It was my favorite time. My head rested against his chest. That feeling of being so close. Held. Cherished.

Reckless

Reckless. By definition, the utter unconcern about the consequences of some action; proceeding without caution; careless. I became that and more with Jake. His touch made me throw caution to the wind. His kiss made me want to strip and fuck right where we stood. He had  a way about him that caused my mind to stop questioning and my body start responding.

Just yesterday, he asked me to meet him for lunch. He beat me to the restaurant, so he had a table already secured by the time I arrived. As I walked toward the table, I watched a young blonde lean against the table trying to garner a moment of his attention while taking a drink order. I couldn't blame her. He was one delicious man. Dark hair framed chiseled feature. Green eyes with a hint of mischief captured your attention instantly. And all of that before you moved any farther down to a hard chest, defined stomach and an ass that made you want sink your nails into.

He saw me approach and moved to stand. I swear I could feel the disappointment coming from the waitress when she looked over her shoulder and saw me. She walked away as he reached for me. He pulled me in and gave me a sweet kiss on the cheek. I slid into the booth and he sat next to me on the same side.

The restaurant was full and noisy. We talked about work and weekend plans while waiting on our waitress to return and take our order. His hand was resting on my thigh. He was moving his finger lightly in a circular pattern.

The blonde came back and perched against the table waiting on Jake's order. She all but melted when he called her sweetheart and proceeded to give her our order.
"Darling, what kind of dressing did you want for your salad?" His question came at the same time his hand made it's way under my skirt. I almost jumped, but managed to squeak out "Italian, please."

His fingers crept higher. I felt frozen. I didn't want to call attention to the situation so I tried not to move. He just kept right on talking to the waitress as his fingers stroked my pussy through my panties. I was soaking wet. I could feel myself. He finished our order and the waitress walked away.

"What are you doing," I asked as soon as she was out of ear shot.
"Making sure you have a delicious lunch," he answered smiling, "Now, I need you to reach under the table and remove your panties."
"You want me to what?"
"You're not gonna keep me waiting are you?"

He knew I wouldn't deny him. However, I know he could see the internal debate taking place on my face. I was transparent. A good girl wouldn't. It's a public place. I want to feel him. It would be so hot.

He cleared his throat. "Well..."

I reached under the table. Lifted my hips off the bench and pulled my panties down.

"All the way. Take them off," he said quietly,
I worked them down over my thighs and over the kitten heels I was wearing, I was so afraid I'd drop them on the floor. But I managed to get them all the way off.

"Lay them on the table," he said.
I know I turned eight shades of red. My cheeks were burning but my pussy was dripping. I laid the lacy red panties on the table between us.

"Undo the next two buttons on your blouse."

I could feel my heart beating. My fingers trembled as I worked the buttons. His eyes never left mine. He reached up and touched my face. Then slowly let his finger run down the side of my neck, to my chest, until they traced along the edge of my bra. He pushed the material of my blouse aside until the lace edge of the bra was exposed.

"Now for an appetizer," he said.

He put his hand back on my thigh and slowly pushed the skirt up. I looked around. People were sitting all around us. But no one seemed to be paying much attention. But I couldn't help but worry and watch.

"Slide to the edge of the seat," he said softly. "Spread your legs."

I felt my body following his command as my mind argued all the reasons while this was crazy.

In one swift move, his finger was inside me. I gasped.

"You're so damn wet," he said. "You want me in you. You are going to cum all over my fingers before our lunch arrives. Quiet now, you don't want the people in the booth behind us to know you're having an orgasm do you?"

His fingers started pumping in and out. His thumb was working on my clit. I put both hands on the table trying to keep still and quiet.

"I want you to feel how fucking hot and wet you are. Give me your hand."

I moved my right hand to his. He pulled it under the table and pushed it between my thighs.
"Push your fingers inside you. Pump your pussy. Fuck yourself for me until I tell you to stop."

My face was flaming and I was breathing hard. I was so turned on.

He reached under the table and put his hand over mine. He added to the intensity of each stroke. Then, he pulled my hand free. My fingers were covered with the juiciness of my pussy. He pulled my hand to his mouth.

"Now this is a delicious appetizer." His tongue slipped around fingers as my finger dipped deeper into his mouth. I closed my eyes and imagined how two tongue felt when it stroked across my pussy and flicked my clit. "Look at me."

I opened my eyes. He released my finger and moved to toward my mouth. "Now, you can have a taste."

I pushed my finger into my mouth and imagined his cock on my tongue. I loved the hardness. That ridge than ran down the shaft. I wished I was brave enough to crawl under the table and deep throat him right there.

His hand went to work on my pussy again bringing me back to reality instantly. I could feel my hips bucking. I was so close. A small moan slipped out.

"Darling, you have to be quiet or those people enjoying their lunch will now what you are doing."

"You're evil," I replied.

Which earned me a pinch to my clit. I gasped.

"She'll be here any minute with our lunch. Do you think she'll notice my hand in your pussy? The way your skin is flushed. The way your face looks. There's no disguising it. You're gonna cum for me baby. You're gonna cover my fingers in your cum. I can feel your thighs trembling. You're so close. Come on baby. Give it to me. Cum for me."

And I did.  Right there in the booth at the restaurant.

I was still reveling in the feeling when the waitress showed up. Jake's left hand was still cupping my pussy.  I hadn't had time to push my skirt back down or button my blouse back up. He did however lay his arm over my panties that were still sitting on the table.

The waitress put our food out and asked if we needed refills. I mumbled something and Jake sent her on her way.

He leaned back in the booth and smiled. "Looks like you've worked up an appetite."

I punched him in the arm. "Give me my panties."

"Nope, eat before your food gets cold." And he pushed my panties right to the center of the table.

We ate and talked. There was something so hot knowing my panties were sitting right there on the table. I was still wet. I wanted more.

We finished our meal and Jake reached for my panties. I thought he was going to give them back to me to out on. Instead, he put them in his pocket. The waitress brought our check and I had to go back to work.

"I need my undies," I said, "I've got to go back to work."

"You'll get them back this afternoon when I stop by. I'll help you put them back on at your desk."
And just like that, I was wet again,
"Now, be a good girl until then and when you get back to the office I want you to sit on the edge of your desk, pull your skirt up and take a picture of that pretty pink pussy for me."