Hands Tied

I get tired of porn stories that don 't have real characters, dialogue, seduction, the way relationships actually work. If you don't care about all that and just want to get to the harder stuff quick then go directoy to section 3. The sections were too short to be chapters, so it's all here in one big gulp. As you'll quickly see I like breasts and restrained hands. You'll also notice that there's no Uber and no email and we're in the golden age of casual sex, between when access to contraceptives got easy and the appearance of HIV-- a long time ago. This is my first story here. I hope you like it.

i.

We met at a birthday party, my friend's and her cousin's. I asked her to dance. She was a great dancer, her body smoothly rotating, her hips perfectly on beat. Her breasts shook just a little and her smile was lovely. I was interested. After we danced a while we went in the hallway to talk. She lived in L. A. and was up here to see family and come to her cousin's party. I explained that I knew him from growing up in the same neighborhood. She had a degree in art history and she started talking about that, but even in the front hall it was too noisy for a real conversation. I asked if she wanted to go down the hill to a local bar where we could talk. She said yes-- she was interested too.

It used to be a tiki bar; it had reformed its image as that lost its popularity, but still had the tree-trunk Polynesians on each side as you went in, and a drink called the Borneo Fogcutter-- fruit juice and rum and big enough for two, with a chip of dry ice to make fog. Definitely enough rum for two if I was going to drive, and I guess I was hoping if she got a little drunk she'd come home with me. We talked more-- what we did on days off, where we lived, my orchid collection and her dance classes, my overtime and sore arms, her boss who kept looking at her breasts.

"Well, bosses shouldn't do that, but they are worth looking at." And I looked.

I was pushing just a little to see how she would react-- she laughed a little, blushed and put her hand up to hide it. Perfect. We kept talking-- growing up, books, favorite places. I reached across the table and put my hand on her wrist. She didn't pull away.

"It's late-- I should get back."

"You could come home with me now." I paused and smiled. " Or I could drive you back up the hill to your cousin's."

"I should go back." but she didn't say it decisively. She would have liked to-- but not on a first date. I drove her back and said I'd come visit her in L. A. A little kiss goodbye.

ii.

I flew down early on a Saturday. She met me at the airport-- a smile, a hug, a serious kiss. She didn't have a car (in L. A.!), so we took the bus to her house-- and that meant she had taken the bus out to the airport just to greet me at the gate. We got to her house, a block from the second bus, so I could leave my suitcase. A small apartment on a quiet street, a roommate who was out of town. Her room was tiny, under the eaves.

" I just got this job in May. I'm saving up to have the money for a deposit on a place of my own."

Her idea for the day was to go to an art museum that also had flower displays including orchids-- she had definitely thought this out so that we both got something interesting. Another long bus ride and more conversation. The art was, for me, sort of boring-- big somber classical oil paintings. The flowers were in a formal garden, massed displays of identical dahlias, identical orchids-- I wanted them to look like they were in a jungle. But walking around holding her hand was nice. On the bus ride home we were both tired. After a few minutes she leaned on my shoulder. I put my arm around her. She nestled in and relaxed. No talking. We both knew where we were headed-- this was not the first date. When we got in her door we started kissing, more passionately than the kiss that morning. I put my hand on her breast and squeezed. A little intake of breath and a sigh.

We went into her room. Her bed was on the floor. We took off our clothes. I looked at her breasts, this time with nothing in the way. She looked at my cock, then my eyes. We lay down and started kissing.

"Do we need birth control?"

"I'm on the pill."

I traced a spiral around her breast, circling inward, brushing her nipple, circling around it and finally pinching. A bigger intake of breath and a bigger sigh. More kissing. A hand between her legs found a very juicy pussy. I rubbed a little. I slid between her legs and she spread them wide. I entered her, gave a few gentle thrusts-- wet and tight but it gave easily around my cock. I pushed in harder; two thrusts and I was all the way in. She moaned a little and I started thrusting harder and faster. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me in. I was pounding now. She put her hands over her head. I reached up and held her wrists, supporting myself on that hand while I used the other one to squeeze her breasts and pinch her nipples, one breast and then the other. Still holding down her arms, I went faster as I got close and then came. I lay down in her arms for a minute. When I'd caught my breath I slid down between her legs. A lovely pussy, shaved except for a patch at the top, lips puffed up and a wet slit showing between them. I gave it a big wet kiss and then started licking. Two minutes later she came, moaning much louder-- a good thing her roommate was away. We lay quiet for a few minutes.

"That was amazing."

"It was. You're amazing."

We were hungry and walked to an Italian restaurant a few blocks away, pasta putanesca with bacon and a little chile for me, linguine and white sauce with mushrooms for her, a bottle of wine. We talked on the way home. I talked about the long hike I'd taken in the mountains, aspens yellow in the fall. She'd moved into another work unit and gotten away from the boss with wandering eyes. I was going to the hiring hall every week looking for a less exhausting job without so much overtime. When we got back it was late and we were exhausted. We went to sleep with our hands and legs touching. In the morning I woke first and, hoping for more, I started squeezing her breast. She woke up and smiled, then pulled my hand away.

"No, I'm still sore from last night." I kissed her and kept squeezing.

"I have to go back this afternoon and I want more."

I kissed her again and she started kissing back. Her breath came faster. She slid down and sucked on my cock for a minute. I slid down and licked her. We fucked again, gentler this time. We went for a walk in the park, and she said she'd come visit when she came up to the Bay for Thanksgiving, more family up there than down here.

"A request. When you come up, I'll meet you at the airport. Wear a t-shirt and no bra. I love to see nipples just poking out."

"But people will look at me."

"And think you're lovely and sexy. And I'll look and think that too, but I'll also be thinking about fucking you later."

iii

I picked her up at the airport on Friday. I saw her coming down the escalator before she saw me. She was in a not-so-tight t-shirt, but tight enough to just show her nipples a little. I was hard already. Her nipples poked up a little more when she saw me. We kissed. On the drive to my house, we updated each other on our lives. I was living in an old Victorian I'd bought with two friends, broken up into apartments. I locked the door to my apartment behind us. No talk now and no waiting. We both took off our clothes and lay down on my bed-- off the floor. We snuggled, kissed. I moved up on my elbow so that I was kissing her from above. I started easing my tongue into her mouth, kissing as though I were taking her. She sighed and melted onto the bed.

"Is there anything you'd like me to do?"

"Last time, at my house, when you held my hands down over my head, that was just perfect."

Perfect for me too. I thought fast. I got up, went to my closet and took out one of the two ties I owned, soft silk.

"Well if you liked that you'll probably like this. Come here. "

She stood up and came over. I turned her around and pulled her arms behind her. I tied each wrist with a half-bow so I could undo it quickly, with enough space between them that she'd be able to lie down without having them underneath her. I turned her around again. Her nipples were standing straight up and her breathing was a little faster. I was right about her liking it. I kissed her hard and played with her breasts, ran my hand down her back from shoulder to butt, then back to breasts.

"If you keep doing that I'm not going to be able to stand up."

"I think I'll take that as an invitation. "

I put my arms under hers and helped her down on her knees. My cock was straight in front of her and she opened her mouth. She took it in and moved back and forth but with her hands behind her she couldn't move far. I started thrusting: gentle, gentle, harder, stop. I put my hand on the back of her head and thrust deeper. After two minutes I stopped and pulled out.

"If I reached down between your legs, would I find a wet pussy?" As if I didn't know the answer.

"Yes."

"A little wet or very wet?" Hesitation and head down.

"Very wet."

"Wet enough to fuck right now?" Hesitation again.

"Yes."

"Look at me, and say the whole thing."

She looked up at me.

"Yes I'm wet enough to fuck right now." She blushed. It started from her cheeks but spread down her neck and between her breasts. Amazing. She was on her knees sucking my cock but blushed about telling me she was ready to be fucked.

"I'll take that as an invitation too, but first I think I'll check on it."

I bent over a little so I could reach down and feel her. I hadn't even touched her pussy yet and she was dripping.

"Ohhh..." as I touched her,

I put my hands in her armpits and helped her up, then backed her over to the bed and pushed her down on her back, hands tied at her sides, her face red, her eyes part closed and her legs spread wide. I got between her legs and entered all the way in one long thrust. She let out something between a moan and a scream.

"A little..." and her voice trailed off. Maybe wanting to ask me to go a little slower but then deciding not to. I fucked just as hard and didn't stop-- too exciting to wait. I pushed faster and faster and came.

I slid down and licked her, reaching up and pinching her nipples, licking harder. I put a finger in her pussy as far as I could and wiggled, trying to press up on her g-spot. She came quickly, hips bucking, body shaking. I untied her wrists and we collapsed together.

"Oh my god, how did you do that? That's the hardest I ever came."

"I know I was doing you right, but you did most of it. You were already excited when you came down the escalator at the airport. I saw those nipples rise when you saw me. And you were dripping before I started fucking you. I think you like this."

"Like? Oh my god!"

We went out for Thai food. She got the crispy rice salad, one of the few items on the menu with no little chile pictures next to it indicating heat. I got the green curry, with three chiles. We slept against each other, with some kisses after her going to the bathroom woke me up.

"Good morning, little rocket. How are you?"

'Really good. Last night was wonderful."

"For me too."

Coffee, granola and cut-up fresh fruit for breakfast.

"We can go for a walk by the bay later. There's a nice path and a great view."

"Okay but I need to be at my aunt's by three for Thanksgiving."

"We can go at noon and I'll drop you off after, but we have something else to do first."

She knew what I meant and made a face, not a 'no' face but not a 'let's go' either. I took her hand and walked her into the bedroom. We sat on the bed and started kissing. When she was kissing back fiercely and I'd squeezed her breast a few times she opened my pants, leaned over and started sucking. I put my hand on the back of her head and pushed her down farther and held it there for a few seconds. A little gurgling noise each time she went down and heavy breathing each time she came up. I let her go.

"Take off your clothes." She did, and so did I.

"Lie down on your side. We're going to do that some more, but a little deeper."

I lay down next to her with my cock in front of her face. I pulled one hand under me and then put the top one on my back. No hands to interfere between my cock and her mouth. I moved my cock into position and she opened and moved her mouth up and down my cock. I started thrusting, not too deep but firmly, and holding just a little at the end of each thrust. I watched my cock go into her mouth, over and over. I ran my finger around her earring.

"This earring is so pretty. Turquoise is my favorite."

I brushed some hair back from her face. I reached down and pinched her nipple. She moaned. I pushed in just a little farther and stopped there. The other breast. Same moan, and I went a little deeper again. The moan and the gurgle combined into one noise. I kept on thrusting. I ran my finger around where her lips touched my cock.

"You feel so good on my cock."

She tried to say something but with a cock pushing into her throat I couldn't understand the words. When I pulled out she gasped and took a deep breath.

"Should I stop?"

No words, but her mouth went back around my cock. I pushed back in, just as deep as before, but after a few strokes I pulled out again. I reached down with both hands, pinched both nipples and twisted them a few times. Her legs started twisting around. I put my leg in between them and she started humping it.

"How's your little pussy doing? Is it wet yet?"

I knew, but I wanted to make her say it.

"So wet."

I moved up a few inches. She tilted her head back to accommodate the new position, making a straighter line from her mouth into her throat. I pushed in to where I was before, thrust a few times and pulled back without taking my cock out completely.

"So nice, but get ready. We're going deeper now."

A little moan, and she moved her mouth up on my cock. She was ready. I pushed deeper a few times, then much deeper, almost to the bottom. More gurgling. Then on the deepest thrust I felt a big push from the back of her throat. No farther or she'd throw up. But I kept pushing to that limit, slowly and then faster, a few nipple pinches. She humped my leg more desperately. I kept going and she kept gurgling and humping. I came but left my cock in her mouth so she would have to swallow. When it shrank I pulled out. She fell back on the bed and my leg came out from between hers, but her left arm stayed pinned underneath me.

" That was awesome. You're a great cocksucker."

"I didn't do much." she laughed. "You did it all just right."

I got up on my elbow, her hand still pinned under my hip. I reached my left hand across behind her head, grabbed her wrist and pinned that down over her head. I leaned down and kissed her. I reached my hand between her legs and stuck my finger into her pussy. She closed her eyes, sighed and squirmed a little.

"Look at me." Her eyes opened and looked up at me. Her face was red and her breathing fast.

" You're right. You are so wet."

"Please make me come."

She was humping hard, trying to get my finger in farther. I kept her pinned down and started rubbing her clit until she came, crying out and shaking.

"Okay, that was my second biggest orgasm, right behind last night. And it was mostly from you fucking my mouth. How do you do that?"

"It's you liking it that makes me able to do that."

When we recovered we pulled on our clothes and headed to our walk at the marina. It was a bright day, no fog, and San Francisco towers gleamed across the water.

"I love the smell of salt water."

"It's like the smell of your pussy when you get excited."

"Oh stop it. You can't think about sex all the time."

"With you I can."

She pulled my arm around her as we walked. I dropped her off at her aunt's and promised to come to L. A. again soon.

"Please, soon."

iv.

I flew down Saturday morning but the flight was delayed. With the long bus ride-- same buses, different stop-- I didn't get to her place until 4:00. Her new apartment was still small, but nicer, a row of units built into a hill so that she had a living room/kitchen in front and second level in back with a tiny bedroom and bath. We sat down on a little two-person couch, holding each other and kissing.

"It's only me, so we can do whatever we want."

"I know some things I'd like to do, but maybe first dinner? I never really got lunch. You were talking about a little French restaurant near that was hard to get into-- we could go early and get back with lots of time for whatever we want."

"I guess I can manage to wait." Pouting just a little.

The place really was little. No surprise it filled up for dinner but at 5:00 we got a table right away. We ordered a roast chicken with fancy potato puffs and a salad on the side. I reached across the tiny table and put my hand on her arm. She pulled back and then laced her fingers into mine. We held hands until the food came. The chicken was good, the salad great. On the walk back there was a grocery store. I went in and bought ice cream-- French vanilla.

When we got to her house I put the ice cream in the fridge and we started kissing and groping each other right away.

"You just can't stay away from my breasts, can you?"

"I can't, but the little noises and shivers when I touch them don't help."

I got up, went to my suitcase and got out one of my v-neck white t-shirts.

"Take off your clothes and put this on."

Her look was a question mark, but she did. The shirt was my size, too big on her. She sat down and we kissed more. I pulled the v-neck down under her breasts and rubbed them and squeezed her nipples.

"Oh. So that's why you wanted me in this shirt."

"Actually no, but once you were in it, this was impossible to resist. Let's have dessert."

"Now? More waiting?" Pouting again. I walked to the kitchen area and pointed to one of the chairs.

"Not really. Sit down." She did.

I grabbed the bottom of the t-shirt and lifted it. She raised her arms to help take it off.

"No, leave your arms down."

I pulled the front of the shirt up over her head and brought it down over the back of the chair. Her arms were still in it, secured to the chair. It made her breasts push out.

"What are you going to do with me?" With a smile.

"It's time for dessert." I got a bowl and spoon out of the cupboard and ice cream from the fridge. I put the bowl on the table, took a little in the spoon.

"Here you go." A spoonful in her mouth, then one to me. Another to her, then me. Another.

"Good ice cream, but I need something else." She was smiling again.

I took another spoonful and held it against her nipple.

"Cold."

"Yes, but it makes your nipples stand up so nicely." Other nipple. Melted ice cream was starting to drip. Slowly tracing the cold spoon down to her pussy. She shivered, but it wasn't from the cold. I licked up the little line of melted ice cream from her nipple to her crotch.

I got on my knees in front of the chair and pushed her legs apart.

"Bring that lovely little thing over to me."

"Finally." The smile again.

She slouched down until her pussy was at the edge of the chair, and I started licking. I squeezed her breast, other breast, nipples, a hand rubbing down from breast to crotch, a finger inside, still licking.

"Ohhh, keep doing that." She came hard again, twisting and crying out.

I gave her a minute, then pulled the shirt up off the chair back without pulling it over her head and releasing her arms. I took hold of the shirt in the middle and we walked to the bedroom. I took off my clothes. She lay down on the bed and put her knees up, legs wide. I lay in between them and started rubbing my cock on her pussy. Her arms were still restrained at the elbows by the t-shirt. I entered her, she cried out. I started in on fucking, thirty strokes and then stopped. I looked down at her. Red face, eyes half-closed-- her 'I'm getting fucked' look. I used one arm to lift up the back of her head and started fucking her again.

"Look."

"Oh god, I see that big cock going in and out of me. Do it to me."

I came, that lovely feeling of squirting into a warm pussy. I lay there for a few minutes on top of her. She rubbed the sides of my arms-- as far as she could get with her elbows tied. She put down her knees and I rolled off. I sat up and pulled on the shirt to sit her up, and then brought it back over her head so it was just a shirt again.

"Leave it on for the night. It will keep you remembering. And me."

In the morning she made coffee and an omelet. I made hash browns for me. I stood behind her chair when she finished eating and put my hands over her breasts.

"Again?"

As if she were complaining, but with a little pixie smile. We went to the bedroom and sat down. I pulled her in and we started kissing and squeezing. I pulled off her shirt and pulled out the piece of soft cotton rope I'd stashed on the bed table. I tied her wrists together, in front this time. Lovely breasts. I squeezed them again. My criteria for breasts is based on squeezing. If there's nothing to grab they're too small. If you can't get your hand more than halfway around so you can't squeeze then they're too large. These were on the smaller end of perfect.

"What now?"

"You'll see."

I grabbed the rope between her wrists and walked her up to to an overstuffed armchair across the room, then pulled her over it by her tied wrists so that her hips rested on one arm of the chair and her chest just above her breasts on the other. I went around in front of her and took off my pants where she could watch. My cock was standing up straight. I walked up to her, put my hands on each cheek and lifted her head. She opened her mouth and started sucking. I thrust deep sooner this time, knowing she liked it. I reached around and pinched her nipple hard while I fucked her throat. She moaned loudly and rocked forward and back but my cock followed her, and with her hands tied she couldn't really go anywhere. I pulled out. I went behind her, unbuttoned her pants and pulled them off. Same with the panties. She arched her back, expecting to get fucked.              

"Not yet."

I went around to the side. The rocking had gotten her breasts up under her on the arm of the chair. I pulled her back down toward her feet a little, then reached in and pulled her breasts back into the space between the two arms. They hung down beautifully. I started playing with them again, lightly circling, then squeezing, then pinching, and then the other one.

"Stop that, please stop. I need to come and all that stimulation is way too much. Please just fuck me and make me come."

"Now that isn't even an invitation. That's a request."

I walked behind her. She spread her legs as wide as she could. I slid in. After I'd thrust for a while I figured breasts might be okay again so I reached around her and squeezed them. She moaned and didn't complain. I slid my hand down under her pussy and rubbed her clit while I fucked her.

"Oh. Oh. Oh god!" She came hard all around my cock, a wonderful squeezing feeling. Her legs vibrated, but besides that she couldn't move. I let her rest for a minute with my cock still inside and then started fucking her again.

"Oh god. Oh. Oh my god!"

I'd been near coming when she came and I stopped, so twenty strokes were enough now. I untied her wrists and helped her up. She collapsed into the chair. I sat on the arm and stroked her shoulder and her cheek. We took a shower together, got dressed and went out.

She'd planned us walking a mile to a park with big trees and a sculpture garden. She was so careful about planning things that appealed to both of us. We held hands and walked, to the park, around the park.

"Can we talk a little about what we're doing?"

"Sure."

"It's just been so strong, it's almost hard to think about it."

"Yeah, it's kind of like we've been taken over." Quiet for a minute

"How did you know what would make me excited?" I had to think a minute.

"I think we sense things about people that attract us even when we don't know the details. You feel what they want. I felt it a little when we met-- you blushed when I looked at your tits. You didn't pull away when I put my hand on your wrist. I would have stayed cautious for longer, but then you put your hands over your head that first time and relaxed when I held them down. And then at my house you said that was just perfect and I decided to run with it. How did you know that I might be able to make you so excited?"

"I didn't really until you did it. It's funny, when you put your hand on my wrist at the bar I shivered a little inside but I didn't really think about it. But when you held down my hands and fucked me, that was really exciting and I wanted you to do more of that. Did you already know what you were going to do that night at your house?"

"Not really. I like doing, and being the one deciding the doing. I've had fantasies about tying girls up since I was a teenager, but I worried about scaring someone away. I didn't want to make anyone feel bad or scared or angry. And I didn't know what exactly we would do. So then when you liked being held down I just thought up one thing to do and then the next one. Why do you like what I'm doing and deciding?"

"Because I don't have to decide. It just happens and I can drop into just what my body's feeling. And with you doing me my body is feeling a lot. It's like you pick me up and we fly through the air and then land back in the same bed."

"Not too scary?"

"You make me feel taken and taken care of at the same time. I think I'd be too scared without the taken care of."

We walked quietly, holding hands. When we got to her house I packed up my suitcase.

"I'm leaving you the t-shirt. If you get lonely put it on and rub yourself."

"I might have to do that every day."

"Then come up for a weekend as soon as you can and we'll take care of that problem for a few days at least."

A long kiss, and I went out to the cab I'd called-- I was tired of the bus ride.

v.

I picked her up at the airport at 11:30 on Saturday. Same t-shirt, same hard nipples, same long kiss, same hardon.

"You were right about too much waiting last time, so I thought I'd deal with food right away. I brought sandwiches and cole slaw and we can stop and sit on a bench by the estuary and eat."

"Quickly."

"Okay. Quickly."

I locked my apartment door behind us and pulled away.

"Take off your clothes." A little abrupt, but I meant it to be.

She looked at me and started undressing. I took a long piece of soft cotton rope I'd hung on the coat hooks. I tied one wrist, left some space and tied the other, but this time I looped it all the way around in front and tied it again in the middle between her wrists. Nipples up, breathing fast-- tying her sure turned her on.

"Legs apart." She did, and I passed the rope between her legs and under the front rope. I brought it up to her mouth.

"Hold this."

I went behind her spread her buttocks and pulled the rope in snugly. I went around to the front and did the same with her pussy lips. I held the end of the rope and walked her to the chair in the bedroom.

"Sit down."

There were now a few inches of slack. I took the rope out of her mouth, pulled it snug, bent her head down a little and put the rope back in her mouth.

"Don't let go."

If she moved her head it pulled harder on her pussy. I pinched a nipple and she shivered, working to keep her head from pulling back. I ran my hands over her shoulders, her belly, her butt, and back to her breasts. She was moaning around the rope in her mouth. She shivered again and this time I could see the rope go taut. I took the rope out of her mouth and kissed her. I pulled the rope tight and brushed it over her nipples, pulling it from side to side enough that it would pull a little back and forth over her clit. I could see the 'I can't stand it' coming and I stopped.

"Time to go to bed."

I pulled on the rope. She got up, and I led her to the bed. She lay down on her back and spread her legs. I pulled the end of the rope back under the front rope section and pulled it out of her pussy-- it was going to be in the way. I put my face in front of her pussy, swollen again, with a wet pink slit showing.

"Oh yum." I started licking her furiously. Another enormous rocking shaking orgasm. I moved up to lie on her and kiss. When her breathing slowed down I slid my cock in, a long slow pounding, and then briefly a hard one and I came. I lay down on her until my breathing slowed, kissed her, and rolled off so I could untie her wrists. We lay there for half an hour, her head on my arm and her leg over my body, saying nothing.

"I want to get out while it's still light. Let's drive up in the hills. We can walk a little."

Half way up I parked and we walked out on a little trail under oak and bay trees. We went a little way and she stopped.

"I don't have the right shoes for this. Too many rocks. Can we go back to the car?"

The road along the top of the hills has fabulous view and we stopped at one. We looked down on the city and across the bay to San Francisco and past that the ocean.

"That mountain over there, that's Mount Tamalpais. It's right against the ocean on the other side. Maybe we could go out there next time."

She was quiet for a few minutes, looking out over everything. I didn't interrupt.

"Okay, this is hard, but, well, I'm in this dance class on Tuesdays and I met this cute guy. And we've gone out a few times..."

"How was he in bed?"

"You don't even know if I slept with him!"

"You wouldn't have been interested enough to bring it up if you hadn't had at least a test drive."

"Twice. I know what you want to hear, and it's true. He was sweet, strong and he paid enough attention to me to make me come, but it's not like with you. But I think I'd like to see if something might work, and I don't think I can do that while I'm still obsessed with you. So I think this might be it for us."

My turn to be quiet, thinking.

" Okay, two things. One is that a little rocket like you needs to be flown at least twice a week, hopefully more, not once a month. And two, it's been really great, but we weren't ever meant to be together. You like art museums and I like trails in the woods. You like French and Italian food and I like spicy Thai and Mexican. You read novels and I read history. So this had to happen sometime. " Quiet again.

"I felt like you wouldn't be mad at me or I would have had to just tell you in a letter when I got home." A pause." But you did more than that, you told me I was doing the right thing. Thank you."

"It's the most exciting sex I've ever had and I'll miss that, a lot. But I'm also just sad if I won't see you."

"Me too, but..." No more, a long pause.

"But all that only applies once you drop me at the airport. Let's go back now."

There was a smile along with a tear.

When we got back we threw ourselves on the bed, still dressed, and started kissing like we were in a desert drinking up water. She took my hand and put it on her breast.

"No clothes!"

We jumped up, laughing, stripped and threw ourselves back on the bed. We kissed more and it was easier to squeeze her breast. I pulled away.

"Turn on your side." I grabbed her wrists with one hand and slapped her ass with the other. A squeeze to her breasts and a nipple pinch, and then another slap.

"Put your hands behind you."

She did and I rested my arm between her arms and her back. Her breasts stuck out, and she couldn't move. I squeezed her breasts hard for a full minute, then pinched her nipples, harder.

"Ow!"

I bent her top leg and pushed it up. I rubbed my cock on the crease between her legs and squeezed some more. I pulled my arm out from in back of her. I took her upper arm pulled it down to her buttock and spread her hand out flat.

"Hold that open for me." Making her take part in taking her.

She pulled on her buttock, leaving some space between them.

I pushed her bent upper leg up as far as I could, making space farther forward.

I put my cock at her entrance and shoved. Hard.

"Ohhhh...."

I put my right arm between her back and her arms again, pulling her top arm away from holding herself. No need-- she was wide open and I was deep in. I fucked her hard until I came. I pulled my cock out and she gave a little sigh. I pulled my arm out, unstraddled her leg and let her roll onto her back. She put her arm out and I lay down on it. Soon I slid down and licked her until she came, crying out and then crying a little.

"Are you okay?

"Yes, it's just so intense."

We lay quiet and used up.

"That was a little rough. Maybe you're not as okay with me and a new guy as you said."

"I'm sorry." A pause. " And you're probably right. The two things I said are true but I never said it wasn't hard to hear."

"Don't be sorry. You didn't hurt me, and I came like always. You were partly being mad and I knew that had to come out somehow. But I felt like most of it was grabbing harder onto something you really liked before you lost it. And I liked that."

We went into the kitchen and ate leftover soup and cheese toast-- we hadn't eaten since the sandwiches at noon and it was ten o'clock. Obsession. We fell asleep cuddled close.

I woke up and looked at her, still sleeping. I kissed her cheek and she opened her eyes. I kissed her again and she kissed back. She went to the bathroom to pee and when she came back she'd taken off the t-shirt. Beautiful. I pulled her down and kissed her again. I slid down and held her pussy open. She spread her legs wider and I started teasing and licking. Her back arched and her body stretched. I kissed down the inside of her thigh until I got to her pussy, the the other side. I put my arms around behind her legs and reached up for her breasts. After a few squeezes I grabbed her wrists on both sides. She pulled them away and then laced her fingers into mine. I went back to licking and teasing until she came, kicking and crying out, even without any of what had made her so aroused before. I took her hand and moved it under her buttock. Then the other one.

"Leave them there. And look at me."

I moved up and started fucking her. I came looking into her eyes.

We drove to the airport and got there with ten minutes to spare. I pulled over near the parking lots.

"If you ever want it I'll write you a recommendation as the best fuck I've ever had."

"I don't think I'd show it to anybody, so maybe not." Quiet.

"What are you thinking?"

"I don't know if I can get the new guy to be as dom in bed as you. He's so sweet and gentle. I can't just say 'Tie me up and fuck me.' I don't want him to think I'm a slut."

"If you're attracted, and he's attracted, chances are you're seeing something like the same script in each other. You just need to bring it out. He's being gentle so you can trust him. But if he knows what you want I bet he'll try. And if he thinks you're a slut for wanting sex the way you want it, then you don't want him anyway."

"I hope so. It's time to get to the gate." Quiet again and then I started the car.

When we got to the airport buildings I parked against the curb and got out to hug her goodbye. I took her suitcase out of the back and put it on the curb.

I opened my arms and she swept into them. We kissed and she pressed every inch of her she could against me. She pulled away and I saw her eyes were wet. Mine too. She turned quickly, grabbed the handle of her suitcase and headed for the airport door. No words.

vi

When I dropped you off I said I 'd write you a recommendation as the best fuck I've ever had. So I guess that's what this is. It got a little of the sad and frustrated out of me to write it. It's our story, a little pinwheel version of what felt like a wind turbine.

You were thinking about how to get the new guy to be more dom in bed. Maybe you could print sections 2 and 3 and leave it by your bed 'accidentally', so he could see what you read when he isn 't there. I changed some details so except for section 1 it doesn't really have anything that would say it's you.

But if you could make yourself do it, I think just saying "Tonight will you tie my hands and fuck me?" would get things started just fine. I don 't think he'd turn you down.