The Story In Focus

 continued from:"Items lying around.."

it's on to the scene in the living room...

There's a trail of clothes, suit pants, socks, dress shirt, (hmm, where's the tie) blouse, skirt pointing like an arrow, almost too easy to follow, leading to...oh look there's a coffee table, I need to get a closer look at that! The light is still on, but there is something draped over it, giving the room a subdued ambiance.  Two empty glasses stand, but the bottle is on its side, pointing at the corner of the couch like an accusing finger.  There, there she was, it was her sitting there.  How do I know that? It's those black heels, they're placed neatly at the base of the couch right there, so she'll know right where they are, when she comes to collect them.  Then, I spot the tie.  Blue and gold stripes, silk, a good quality tie, but its trying to tell me something. So, they came in here, her leading him, discarding their clothing, and realxed on the couch to drink, laugh, makeout, talk, rest a bit after their first outburst.  And then..then...

They finished the champagne, he poured the last drops into her waiting mouth, and placed the bottle on the table as she reclined, her legs slightly apart, her skin glowing golden in the soft light, she laughs and shakes the hair out of her face.  He was staring at her, in pure awe, at this creature in his house, the power she had as he felt the stirrings in the pit of his stomach as her scent strummed the taut chords in his belly. He still had the bottle in his hand, and he told her to remove her shoes, which she did for him, carefully placing them on the floor beside the couch, where he wouldn't step on them.  Then, he took the bottle, and placed it on the table and gave it a spin.  They stared at the spinning bottle, wondering who it would stop on, (thoughts, rememberance, nervous moments from each of their pasts, closets, fubling with french kisses, and hurried groping, then back out into the light with everybody cheering, jeering, poking fun, ahhhh youth..) but, this was different than that, to be sure, right? They were adults and the silence was filled with the sound of the spinning bottle, and their beating hearts. And it spun slowly around and, then, slower and slower, until it pointed straight at the corner in which she sat nervously(for some reason) watching. A broad smile on his face she looking up smiling, unsure how to play, what it meant, the unasked question in her eyes.  He reminds her of the rules. In the absence of any clothing, the person the bottle stops on must perform a favor for the spinner, everyone knows that. Nervously she asks what favor she can perform, and he picks up his tie from the floor. She smiles as he takes the tie, knotted with a double windsor, and slips it over her wrists, pulls it tight. No more talking he tells her, and he walks behind her to tie the other end around the radiator pipe behind her head. Too tight, he asks, and she shakes her head no, demonstrating her understanding of these rules. He moves back in front of her, and his **** is inches from her mouth, but just out of reach, as she strains to reach it. He strokes its length for her, and she begins to squirm. He reaches between her legs and slips his fingers into her, getting them wet with both of their come.  HE strokes it right in her face, every now and again brushing her cheek, her nose, her hair, she begins to thrash a bit, as he gets harder and harder.  HE stops and reches down, and grabs her by her hair, pulling her head back hard, and gives her what she wants. She goes for it hard, moaning, grunting, straining at the bonds, and he rocks his hips into her face, letting her take as much of him as she can.  Slowly he begins to **** her face, in and out, in and out, her legs twisting, trying with everything she has to create some kind of friction there, as she sucks him.  He pulls out of her mouth, getting jsut out of her reach as she strains to have it back in her mouth. She's upset, but as soon as she sees him moving down her body, she puts her head back and screams, yes, yes, yes, in her mind.  He spreads her golden thighs, and takes a deep breath through his nose, kissing her on her thighs, working his way in, he lets his tongue lap gently at her lips, without going inside her.  She is silky, sweet, wet, and already trying to push her **** onto him, but he wants to tease her first.  Gently pulling her open, he licks the outer parts of her lips, staying away from her ****.  HE stops and slides two fingers inside her, and gets a long, low moan for his efforts, and begins to finger **** her slowly, upward pressure on her g spot. Pulling hard at her bonds, she's in ecxtasy, and he knows this, knows exactly what he's doing. HE leans in and flicks her **** with his tongue, and she starts bucking like he'd hit her with a cattle prod. Allright, he thinks..here we go, and he leans again, and again, and agian, fingering her, and flicking her ****, then, when he knows somehow, at some deep level below thought, that its time, he applies continuous pressure, flattening out his tongue, pressing hard, feeling the ghost of her hand on the back of his head, as she does when she is about to come. And then she comes, bucking into his face, closing on his fingers, drawing them further in, he can feel her pulsing, throbbing, and he takes a moment to look at her face. Holy ****, he thinks, she's lost, she's gone, will never stop orgasming, her breath trapped inside her impossibly long, then thrown out all at once, then back in hard.

How long does this go on? I can't say.  Every woman is different, eh? But for me, and I imagine for them, the moment hangs on forever and a day. One of those frozen moments, that one remembers on their deathbed, maybe.  

She wants to say thank you, thank you, thank you, but the rules haven't changed.  Or have they? She's forgotten, so she says it, and he gives her a dissaproving look, as he slides up her body.  He smiles at her, and tells her that he thought he had told her not to speak. She goes silent again, her pleasure mixing with anxiety, and he slips the knot over her wrists, leaving the tie behind, and she takes his head in her hands, drawing it to her for a kiss.  Once the kiss has ended, its back to business, and he scoops her up in his arms, and carries her off...off to...somewhere...hmmmm...