She walked over to him, ties dangling from her hand, and put the other on his shoulder.

Her nipples had hardened under her thin tank top, and she stood with legs slightly apart. She looked directly into his eyes. Silently, he lay back across the bed, his feet still on the floor. "No, lie properly on the bed for me.

" He shifted position, bringing his feet up on the bed. She sat down beside him and took his left hand in hers. She brought it up to her mouth and traced the fingertips with her tongue. He shivered slightly. She gently opened his hand and kissed the palm. Then, she took one of the ties and tied it gently but firmly around his wrist. He watched her, but made no move.

Kissing his palm again, then biting him very softly on the soft mound of flesh beneath his thumb, she laid his hand down on the bed and tied the other end of the tie to the bedpost. Then, she took both hands and caressed his arm, softly, all the way down to his shoulder, past it, over his nipple and down his side. He wiggled and gasped, but made no other sound. She got up, taking the rest of the ties with her, and walked around the end of the bed to the other side. His eyes followed her outline in the dimly lit bedroom. She sat down beside him on the other side, and traced his cheek lightly with her hand, then brushed his hair back, allowing her fingers to slip down and circle his ear, very gently. He turned his head to the side, trapping her hand between his ear and his shoulder.

She smiled. Picking up his right hand, she traced the lines on the palm with a gentle finger, then her tongue.

She took each of his fingers in turn into her mouth and sucked on them gently. She looked down at him, saw the very light film of sweat on his chest, and smiled. Then, she tied the tie gently around his wrist, put his hand on the bed, and tied the other end to the bedpost.

Then, again, she took both hands and caressed his arm, all the way down, over the shoulder, onto his chest, circling his nipple with gentle but insistent fingertips.

He wriggled, pulling against the ties, but they held him in a firm grip of their own. Her hands continued down his chest, over his belly, making the skin flutter, down his sides, down his right leg. Making circles with her fingertips, she shifted her position on the bed, caressed his leg, down to his ankle, then onto his foot. Being careful not to tickle him, she massaged the foot. Then, she took another tie, tied it firmly around his ankle, stood up, pulled his leg out a bit, and tied the tie to the footboard. Then she got up, moved back around to the other side of the bed, and looked down at him. This time, she remained standing, running the backs of her fingernails slowly, gently, down his leg, beginning at the thigh, reaching the ankle in slow degrees. She picked up his foot and quickly tied it to the bed.

Her own breathing was coming more rapidly now. "My goodness, you didn't get undressed. I wonder what we'll have to do about that?" She looked at his large bulge and smiled.

She looked at Him on the bed for a long moment. Her eyes were closed slightly, and her breath was coming more quickly than before.

He shifted on the bed, testing the strength of his bonds, and found himself held fast. She watched him with a smile.

And then, suddenly, she turned and walked out of the room. He could hear the sounds of cabinet doors opening and closing. He tried to pull his hands loose, but the harder he pulled, the tighter the knot got. He was still struggling when she reappeared.

She set the pile of things she'd been carrying on the floor. "You're going to enjoy this, I promise you, so don't fight it." He lay back on the bed, panting, and looked at her. Even in the dim light, her own excitement was obvious. She bent down and picked up two large, slightly worn bath towels from the floor. Sitting down, she laid the folded towels on the bed beside him. "Turn away from me for a moment and let me slip this under you." He turned as far onto his side as the bonds would allow, and she spread the towels beneath him, smoothing them out. Her warm hand brushed against his back, as if to smooth away the tension there as well. "All right, now roll back this way." She walked around the bed, pulled the towels out beneath him and smoothed them across the bed. There was now a layer of warm, soft terrycloth beneath him from his neck almost to his knees. Puzzled, he watched her as she walked back to the other side of the bed. She picked up a small, bowl from the floor and set it on the bedside table.

And then, standing beside the bed, she began, very slowly, to caress herself. Her hands ran, teasingly, from her collarbone over her breasts, circling from the outside toward the center. Her eyes were nearly closed. Her back arched slightly and her shoulders moved from side to side as her fingers moved inwards.

She held first one nipple, then the other, and pulled them slightly outwards against the fabric of the tank top. Then her hands continued their slow, languorous travel, making their way downwards. Her fingers slid inside the waistband of her panties. Her eyes opened slightly and she watched him with a smile as she wiggled her hips, very slightly, and slid her hands farther under the fabric, but then, instead of continuing to the center, she slid her hands against her sides, stepped back a bit, and slowly, slowly pushed the panties down. As she worked the panties down, farther and farther, she stepped back a bit more from the bed so that he could see her. He strained against the ties as he lifted his head to watch. She wiggled her hips and the panties slid the rest of the way to the floor. Quickly, she bent over and picked them up, rubbing the fabric between her hands.

"My goodness, I wonder why these are so damp? Do you want to feel it? -- bringing the soft fabric up against his cheek as he turned his head toward the panties. As she passed the panties over his nose, he could smell her sweet aroma. He tried to toy the panties, but she pulled them away as if to say, not yet. Now, we need to do something about you, don't we?" And with that, she dropped the panties to the floor. Now we need to get these cloths off she said while she picked up large pair of scissors. Slowly, she began to cut his clothing off one piece at a time. When she was finished, he lay bound on the bed in only his whitey tighty under ware.

She stepped back from the bed to admire her handy work with the scissors. Her hand traced a path up his left leg, caressing him, gradually working upwards.

When she reached the elastic on the leg of his briefs, she slid two gentle fingertips underneath it, tracing the path of the elastic across his leg, feeling the coarser hair beneath, teasing him, coming close to where his bulge began, but never quite touching it. He turned slightly towards her and made a soft sound. Her fingers slid a bit farther beneath the fabric, then withdrew. She drew the backs of her fingernails across his belly, very gently, and watched the skin flutter and his back arch involuntarily at her touch. Again and again, till he was writhing on the bed. "Stop it!" he gasped.

"All right, " she said, and moved back away from the bed, walking around to the foot of it, never taking her eyes off him. She climbed up on the bed, to kneel between his legs.

Watching him, again, she began to caress herself, her hands following the same path, but lingering longer on her breasts, pulling the nipples out again and again.

Then her hands moved downwards, up under the tank top, and she drew it up and over her head and tossed it to the floor. The soft light revealed a light film of sweat. Then she leaned forward a bit and reached up toward where his left hand was tied. With both hands, she caressed his arm, slowly working her way downwards, using fingertips and fingernails in gentle concert. She traced her way down over his collarbone, his nipple circling until he writhed again and again over his belly, making him twist under her hands. This time, she approached the waistband of his briefs and slid her fingers beneath, sliding them down ever so slightly, releasing him a bit. Breathing faster but still smiling, she ran a gentle fingertip around the ridge on his length, only once. His back arched again and he pressed against her hand, his body wanting more. But her hands moved upwards to his other hand and arm, and again, she repeated the slow downward massage. By the time she reached his length, he was gasping. "Oh God, please he pleaded." "Please what? What would you like?" "what...

oh... in your mouth, please...

" You will what you want, but not until I am satisfied she said. With that, she slowly moved her body up his chest until her glistening softness was positioned above his mouth. He strained his neck to get close enough to taste her sweet juices, but she took control by grabbing the hair on each side of his head and forced him back to the pillow.

She then moved closer and guided his tongue to her satisfaction. Several times she ground her softness into him with such force he could not breath. But each time, she would back off in time for him to catch his breath. When she was ready, she moved back down to between his legs in search of something that would better satisfy her needs.

Her fingertips pushed the waistband down a bit more, teasing him by tracing a path through his hair. She knelt on the bed and considered the situation. Then, lightly, she began to trace the outlines of his length through the fabric of his briefs. Around, down, up, back, her hands made a path over the material, but they did not again touch bare skin.

He began to move his hips in rhythm with her fingers, wiggling whenever she moved upwards in an attempt to pull her hands where he wanted them to be. Her fingers moved down between his legs, teasingly, slipping inside the elastic now and again to caress him. She bent closer to him, watching his reaction. Her mouth opened slightly, she bent her head down by her hands. He moved his hips upward, seeking her mouth. Shaking her head, then, she brushed her hair over his stomach, lightly over the head of his length, and then straightened up. He flopped back on the bed in disappointment and looked at her. "Bitch, " he said through clenched teeth. "Yes, all that and more." She looked down at him through hooded eyes. And then, slowly, she put her index finger in her mouth and sucked on it, moving it in and out of her mouth.

Then two fingers. He pulled against the ties that bound his hands. They held him fast. He struggled, trying to break free, but she made no move, kept sucking her fingers and watching him. At last, exhausted, he gave up.

She took two wet fingers out of her mouth and traced them around the head of his length.

"Is that what you want? Is it?" No answer. "I'll give you what you want, but you have to give me what I want, too." Her fingers moved faster, feeling how slippery his skin had become, spreading the fluids around in wider circles. "Yes, " he said, pressing up against her hand.

"Yes.

" "Good, " she said. Moving one leg over his, then the other, she slipped off the bed to stand beside it. Her hands slipped down inside the briefs, sliding them down. She reached around him he arched his back to help her pull them tight in her hand. Her fingers trailed down his left leg, making circles with the backs of her fingernails. He lifted his head to watch her. She picked up the scissors at the foot of the bed, and he watched, unsure of what she wanted him to do. She reached up to cut the briefs.

"Now, we both get what we want.

" She reached into the bowl on the bedside table and brought her hands back out, shiny with oil.

She rubbed her hands together, then caressed her breasts again, and again, sliding the oil over her skin until she shone softly in the dim light.

More oil, and her hands moved downwards. More oil, and she reached to caress him as well. Her hands moved over his chest, his shoulders, down over his stomach. Dipping her hands into the oil again, she placed them on his chest and climbed back up to kneel between his legs. She moved both hands down, tracing a circle on his stomach, moving down between his legs. Then her hands slid gently upwards again, upwards, but this time, she shifted her position so she was leaning close to him. The higher her hands reached, the closer she came, until by the time her hands reached nearly to his wrists, her nipples were brushing against him. Oiled skin against oiled skin, she slid down, the pressure light but the contact unbroken, until his length was between her breasts. She shifted from side to side, rubbing him in gentle circles. His back arched, and she allowed him to press more firmly against her for a moment.

Then she began to slide her hands gently upwards along his skin again, raised herself up a bit. Panting, he looked at her, trying to guess what she would do next. She smiled. Then she sat up, straddling his legs, and wiggled her hips until he could feel her, warm, wet, soft private part brushing against him. She reached down to hold his length against her and began moving her hips slowly, rocking back and forth. He pushed up against her, moving in rhythm, hoping that soon, she would slide him inside her, pulling against the ties on his arms as he kept pace with her motions. As his breathing began coming in ragged gasps, she realized how very aroused he was, and stopped her motion. "No, not yet. I'm not ready yet.

Wait for me." She sat back a little bit, settling down against his thighs, and began to caress her breasts with both hands. Her fingers made rapid circles on the lightly oiled skin, moving inwards to the nipples, pulling them out, rolling them between her fingers, releasing them, circling outwards again. Soon, one hand moved down her stomach, circling, brushing through her short, curly pubic hair, sliding in between her lips. In the darkened room, tied on the bed as he was, Michael could not really see her hand, but he could tell by the motion of her body that she was moving it faster, sliding it down between the lips, caressing herself as far back as she could reach. She moaned softly and brought the hand forward again, teasing herself, circling, never quite touching the center of her desire.

He watched as her hands moved in rhythm, one up, one down, and she began to rock back and forth, panting, making small soft sounds of desire.

Suddenly, she wrapped both arms around herself. "Are you ready?" "Yes, " he whispered. "Yes, " she echoed, and moved forward a bit.

She reached to caress his length with both hands, feeling how wet it was, sliding her fingers over it to spread the lubrication around, the wetness from her hands adding to his. And then she rose on her knees, moved forward, holding him with both hands, and slowly, slowly, brought him into position and settled down against him just a bit.

He slid inside her, just a little, the slick warm skin sliding easily. They both gasped as he slid inside. She kept her hands in place as she settled farther down, slowly, slowly allowing him to slide farther inside. He pushed up against her, but she was tight with desire and he could not make himself slide in any faster. Deeper and deeper, until finally, he was all the way inside her. She stopped for a moment, and he could feel her muscles tighten against him still more. And then she began to move. Slowly at first, she began to rock her hips, sitting up but leaning slightly forward, rising up so that he slid almost all the way out, sliding him back within her again.

The lubrication increased and they moved faster against each other. Her hands went back to her breasts, pulling the nipples out in rhythm with her hips. Faster and faster she rocked, up and down, back and forth, her hands in constant motion. She seemed to want to draw him deeper and deeper inside her. And then her breathing changed...

the rhythm changed...

he could feel the ripples inside her as her climax rocked her again and again.

It was too much for him. He pushed up against her, again and again, making her move with him, faster and faster. She went with him, willingly, reaching down to hold him against her as his body twisted in climax as well.

I have one last treat for you she said as she recovered from her orgasm. They were panting, making soft sounds.

He was still inside her, but growing softer, sliding out. She chuckled, and tightened up all her muscles, trying to squeeze him farther out. He pushed up against her, but weakly, and finally slid out, feeling the wetness between them. Now you get to taste the mixture of our passion she said as she crawled onto his chest in a 69 position. This time however, she sat on his chest placing her softness just in reach of his tongue. You keep saying you want it.

Well, come and get it. As she lay there on his chest, he could see his cum slowly trickle back out of her softness.

"Did you get what you wanted?" she asked. "Yes, " he said, reached up to taste and enjoy..