Laying in the bath letting the warm soapy water lap around my aching body I could feel each muscle. My right arm aches from being strung up (my right leg hanging from the rope tied to the same hook) half way down the side of the bed but several feet up. My left arm tied to the post across the other side of the bed stretched to its limit. My left leg tied to another post. Unable to protect myself from his hands and tongue. I can remember the feel of blood pulsing at my right wrist where the rope bit into me.
I am aware of my bruised bum cheeks especially the one on the right. His hand had come crashing down onto my soft skin time and time again. Those slaps had hurt like mad bringing a definite heat to my flesh. But they were nothing compared to the slaps of the rope that alternated between soft taps and stinging slaps. Feeling relieved that my hand was now free to protect my arse when the pain got too much. Running my fingertips along the ridges of raised skin knowing without seeing that they would be glowing red. Being commanded onto my knees so that he could enter me from behind, his cock pushed into my aleady sore cunt, a finger in my arse whilst his free hand rained down more smacks on my cheeks. My body on fire and dripping hot cum as yet another orgasm hit my trembling body.
Being soothed by the warm bath water my mind travels back to where it had all begun. Sitting outside in the sun enjoying the cool breeze on my bare arm watching the boats bobbing about in the marina. Dave has taken a call on his ancient phone. I couldn’t help laughing as he winked his soft grey eyes repeatedly whilst licking his upper lip suggestively, his spare hand reaching across the space between us to caress my breasts through the sheer fabric of my top. After a while I became aware that the people at the table behind him were turning around to look at us. His call finished his latte downed I drained the last of my tea Dave asked if I wanted to see his yacht. No pressure! I could just go home if I would rather.
By now this gentle but naughty man had got my interest. We had agreed earlier in the day that it would not be practical for me to wear heels or a skirt. There would be time enough for that another day. So flat shoes (I generally only wear them for driving) and trousers were the order of the day. Holding my hand in his gentle grip he led me to his car which smelt of polish. A few minutes later we walked from his car to where his 8 berth yacht was moored. Immediately I could see why a skirt would have been no good. It was quite a climb up onto the deck from the floating jetty.
Two plastic glasses of Californian Cabernet Sauvingnon poured and placed into the holders we climbed onto the double berth already laid out with sleeping bags and cushions. The kissing began in earnest but it wasn’t long before I had been pushed face down into the cushions his hands inside my top pushing until I was naked above the waist. Next I was aware of my trousers being pulled down and my buttocks carressed. It was about then that I first felt his fingers inside me. Trousers still around my knees I’m on my back now with my tender nipple clamped firmly between his teeth. The pain just about all I can think about other than the heat I can feel pouring from my pussy. This is when I learn that the one thing I can trust about Dave is that I can’t trust him. If he says I only have to tell him to stop he will……it isn’t strictly true. In future I will have to aquaint him with my safe word.
Even though I can’t trust him to stop when asked he does if it is clear I am at my limit. I feel safe with him. I know that everything he does to me is to push my limits. He isn’t going to cause me harm. I have not been counting but he tells me at one point that my orgasms will soon reach double figures. I think that by the time we finished his boat was as wet inside as out. By then I must have come somewhere between 15 and 20 times. He even had me masturbating before his gaze, before he added his tongue to my fngers in my sopping pussy. Dave was fascinated seeing me squirt.
Throughout our afternoon he made it clear that this was all about me. Each time my hand began to wander towards his cock it was batted away. Only once (towards the end of our afternoon) was I allowed to grab him sucking him into me greedy mouth savouring his cum. Apart from the sex there were lots of kisses and cuddles and chatting just enjoying being together. He is one of tose lovely men who don’t think its right to have sex and leave. Sex is so much more than just the acts themselves. I think this one will be worth at least another visit 😉
Why is it that as we were laying peacefully in the afterglow of good sex he had to spoil it. When he said that he had to say somethig that could put me of him my mind was working overtime trying to figure out what awful thing he was going to say about me. Had I commited some faux pas without realising it. After all he had already complimented my cute bum, told me that I taste good all over and he thinks I am a lovely person. So what could this awful thing be? I was stunned when he told me that he is ‘married but about to seperate’. I wanted to ask ‘does she know that you are seperating?’ but managed to hold my tongue. I wasn’t so stunned because he had confessed to being married although his profile says ‘single’. I was stunned because he had been saying that next time I should go to his house. He also told me that he was soon going to be holding a party which I could go to if I wanted.
This man is full of suprises
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