A Bit Tied Up At The Moment ... ...

I had met her after a long time of yearning for her. I was much younger than her. She was married but had separated. She used to walk past my house each night on her way home. She had dark long hair and was quite curvy though she had wide hips. Her bum wasn't large though. Quite a woman I thought.

Anyway we bumped into each other in the supermarket and whilst we both sort of knew each other we were on a neighbourly footing. Eyes met and I sort of blundered into asking if she would like to go to the movies.  I was turned down politely.  Later that evening, I got a phone call and an apology for being a bit curt. She hadn't been but it was a break. We ended up going out. Our end of evening kiss grew into a very passionate affair and then moved onto some unbuttoning and firm fondling. We cooled it and agreed to meet at the weekend.

Saturday night. I arrived and was invited in. She was a bit, well very, uneasy and I tried to get to what was unnerving her. A cuddle and caress and then a conversation where she said that she felt that she had behaved like a total **** the other night.  I assured her that she wasn't a **** at all and that I wanted her to BEHAVE like a **** despite the fact she was a charming lady. A little laughter and then a more relaxed woman emerged. It turned out that her husband was a complete selfish and despicable bastard. He had even said that he found her breasts ugly and unattractive and that she should bind them to cover them up. I could not believe this.  I did everything in my power to try to raise here self esteem.  We didn't go out that night because we talked so much. I told her that I found her breasts were stunningly beautiful - they were!  She was a 36" D cup (British size) which is quite gorgeous. But its more than that. It is where a woman's breasts start from and where they join her torso again that adds to it all. Her breasts were exquisite.

It wasn't long before she was in her bra and knickers and with much fondling and kissing raising the temperature. She had a very large ***** and when many fingers were worked inside she was writhing so much that I asked her if I was hurting her. "Yes" she replied "but don't stop; don't stop" Then she said "Grope my **** hard" - bliss and heaven!  I naturally obliged and asked again. "Am I hurting you?"  "Oh Yes but its wonderful". She moaned.  I grasped one breast, trying to encompass the base with my hands whilst sucking hard on her nipple.  It was really appreciated. I twisted it slowly and then said "I should tie them up, really".  "Oh yes PLEASE!" came the reply. She got up and went upstairs to the bedroom and then came down with some quite soft cord about a quarter of an inch thick. "Here" she said giving me the cord.  My first attempt at tying it was all wrong and she guided me in how she wanted it. I improved on it by winding the next turn nearer to her body and thereby tightening its grip.  Eventually her breast were sticking out RIGIDLY. So rigid that they were becoming blue with the blood in her veins running near the surface. I noticed that her nipples were so distended and rigid that the slightest touch would almost make her come.   "You have got your **** now" she said.  "Oooh yes and what a wonderful **** you are. But this is just the beginning because I am going to make you go out like this"  She was a bit spooked by it all but I got her to put on a very loose white sheer blouse but it wasn't loose when it was on!  Stretch lines on the cloth ran from her breasts and nipples.  "I can't go out like this." she said. I made her put on a light raincoat and we drove a long way to an area where we weren't known. Then we got out of the car and we both walked through this small town. when we go to a certain point. I made her take off her raincoat. She was so embarrassed by it all but deeply aroused at the same time. One guy nearly had a heart attack when he saw her.  She was so impressive.

We went home and she said she needed to get the cord off as her breasts were hurting too much.  I told her she must be punished for doing such a wicked thing, dragged her over my knee, yanked up her skirt, ripped down her knickers and lightly spanked her before untying her, cuddling , kissing and carressing her and telling her how much I wanted her and that she belonged to me but that she would be mine to care for too!

What a woman she was.  I don't know why we broke up but it had a marked effect on my life. The sex was fantastic and we spent much time milking her breasts even though she had not had a child. We got on so well.  I miss her dearly.

Adrian

 

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2 Responses Feb 16, 2010

I liked the story, especially the part where you took her out in public and she was admired. LOVE that!

That was a lovely story, and I'm sure she misses you as well, Sir.