Her Touch
She was twenty
years older than me, and I first met her at a University event a chance to
meet local writers for those like me studying Modern English Literature. I wasn t exactly dressed for the occasion
back then, I was a bit of a rebel, so while others were wearing dresses or
blouses and skirts, I was wearing a black t-shirt and leatherette leggings with
high heels.
That seemed to
amuse her when she saw me she was wearing this grey dress with capped
sleeves, and matching heels, but when our eyes met she merely raised an eyebrow
and smiled. I smiled and nodded in
return and that was that until I received a letter a week later, inviting me
to come and meet her for a drink.
So we met a few
days later, in a quiet bar off the Chelsea road. This time pi was a little more conservatively
dressed a blue tunic and skirt but she was wearing a brown leather dress
and high suede boots, almost as if we were opposites again. I found that amusing and to my surprise, so
did she, so she ordered two cocktails, and we talked.
We talked about
her career, what she had achieved, and we talked about my own dreams and ambitions. As we talked, I looked at her her long
blonde hair with a hint of grey, her blue eyes, her smile and I got the
distinct feeling that she was assessing me as well. It was a distraction, but as we continued to
talk I kept wondering what she was really thinking behind those eyes that
sparkled so much
We arranged to
meet again, and again and then she invited me to her country home to have
afternoon tea. As we parted that time,
she asked me to wear my Sunday best as she put it.
And that was
when it began
It was a warm
day, so I was wearing this dress I reserve for special occasions It as made
from cream silk, with a pink and red rose pattern on it, and fitted me like a
glove, coming halfway down my thighs. No
sleeves. I was also wearing a pair of
white shoes with four inch heels, and I went to the hairdresser so my brown
hair was freshly styled and cu to fall down my neck and over my shoulders.
She was dressed
for the occasion as well a crimson sleeveless dress as short as mine, with a
ruffed neckline, and black heels. I
smiled as she greeted me and we walked through her house, and into her rear
garden. There was a table there, chairs
under a parasol, and a jug of Pimms with ice and fruit.
Well, it is
England after all so I took a seat and she sat opposite me, pouring the drink
into two glasses as we sat and talked for a while -and then she asked me if I
had realised just how beautiful a woman I was.
I blushed as
she said that, wondering if she meant what she was saying and then she stood
up and walked over, looking me in the eyes as her hand touched my cheek. It was soft, gentle, and I closed my eyes as
I rubbed my cheek against it.
She then took
my hand as I stood up, and we walked hand in hand into the house, up the
stairs, and into a bedroom. I sat down
on the side of the bed and she knelt behind me.
I could see us in a large mirror, as she stroked her hands gently over
my waist and I closed my eyes.
Her touch was
so gentle, and I could feel her fingers as if there was nothing between my body
and then her lips on my neck as pi put my hand on hers, my other hand on her
leg as she knelt behind me. It was a wonderful
feeling, as I realised what she was doing, what she was saying.
Shall I
continue?
I slowly nodded
as I put my head on her shoulder, and her hands stroked down over my stomach
and sides again, as her lisp gently pressed on my neck. She was really doing this, and what was more,
I was not going to stop her.
I moved my head
against her shoulder again as her hands caressed my breasts, and then she
stopped for a moment as I sensed her moving behind me. There was the sound a zip, and then as I
looked in the mirror I saw she had removed her dress, and as she kissed my neck,
she pulled down the zip on my own dress, the warm air hitting my back as she slipped
it down my arms and to my waist.
Do you really
think I am beautiful, I whispered into the air.
I do and I
wish you to know the extent of that beauty, if you will allow me to teach you.
Will you?
I will may
I?
I nodded and
closed my eyes again as I felt her soft fingertips on my stomach and then on my
chest as she stroked them over my bra. I
shivered at that, as she whispered into my ear what she wanted to do. I must have nodded without realising, because
the next thing she did was to unhook my bra and slip it down my arms as well,
making sure it fell from me to the floor before she covered my nipples with her
hands, and moved them slowly round.
My whole body shook
at that caress, as I moaned and leaned back against her. It was as if this was what my body had
wanted, desired someone to do, as I felt my nipples harden and I kissed her
neck in response and thanks.
Thank you,
she whispered, but I know a way to make it feel so much better if you will
allow me.
How?
Have you ever
been tied up?
A simple
statement, but I shook my head as she said Do you trust me?
Yes
I will not
hurt you, but you can tell me how it feels.
Are you ready?
What are you
going to do?
She took her
hands away for a moment, before she draped a long red chiffon scarf over my
arms and neck. It felt cool, soft on
there, as she ran it over my belly and then took it behind me before I felt
her take my arms behind me, and then my elbows as they were drawn together,
because she tied the red scarf around them.
This had never
happened to me before, but as she wrapped the soft chiffon round them, they
were held tightly together, and it made me feel several things. Helpless.,, yes but my shoulder blades were
drawn back, which made my bare chest stick out even more, and I felt the air
moving over my nipples which were suddenly much more sensitive.
Much more
sensitive, as she tied the scarf s ends together, and then gently squeezed my
breasts. It made me groan, and she whispered into my ear what a wonderful sound
it was before she draped a second red chiffon scarf over my stomach, and then
used it to secure my wrists together.
So my arms were
bound together, useless, and I was unable to move them as she kissed me again,
and continued to gently squeeze and play with my chest. I could not stop myself moaning as I pushed
myself forward into her hands, my own so restrained as to be useless.
Or maybe not
so, as I moved my hands back as much as I could, and felt them stroke over her
panties which made her moan as well, as she pinched my erect, firm nipples
with her fingers.
Oh god
DO I have to
muffle that sweet voice of yours?
Does my
calling out not please you?
It does but
I can make it sound so much sweeter for both of us.
How how can
you do that?
She tipped my
head back and looked into my eyes before she kissed me on the lips, and I
returned the kiss, our heads moving, our tongues entwining as I felt a heat
start to burn inside me as we did so.
Shall I show
you?
I nodded in
agreement as she showed me a blue silk scarf, and then rolled it into a band, kissing
my lips before she said open wide. As
I did so, she gently eased the band between my lips and tied it round my
head. I could speak after a fashion but
all I could do was moan softly as she caressed my chest again and gently
kneaded my breasts. It was as if she was
a virtuoso, a maestro on an instrument, her fingers moving on me, playing me,
and making such sweet music
So I returned
the favour in my own limited way, using my own fingers but the drummer in a
band is a vital part of the total, and as I heard her moan in response I knew I
was one of a duo, both working together to one goal
I want you to
lie down the mattress is soft; you will be comfortable.
I was
commanded, I obeyed, so I lay on my back, my arms forced against my back as she
slipped off the bed and took another long scarf. This one she tied round my left ankle, and
pulled my foot gently, lovingly to one side before she secured the other end to
the foot of the bed.
Another scarf
was then employed, so that my legs were spread wide, before she used a pair of
scissor sot cut my panties away as I watched her. I was naked, prostrate, secured, mostly
silenced so when she knelt between my legs and smiled, I wondered what she
would do and then she placed her rouged lips over my left nipple and kissed
me there, licking her tongue over it.
I felt the
electricity running through me then and arched my back, wondering why this was
happening to me as she did the same thing on the other side, and then placed
her hands on my chest, kneading my breasts as she leaned over and kissed my
throat and neck. The shocks kept coming
as she did this, and there was something else a dampness between my legs that
I had never experienced before.
Whtthshhphhnhhh?
Ah this is
your first time, is it not?
I looked at her
and slowly nodded, as she said are you afraid?
This time, I
shook my head as she moved down, and kissed my breasts, sucked on and licked my
nipples making me twist and that dampness seem to increase
Let me take
care of that for you.
I looked down
as she placed her head between my legs, and then called out as she kissed me
there, worked her tongue up there, and touched something that made me flush and
groan even more.
Shall I
continue?
I nodded, my
eyes closed now as she continued to use her lips and tongue between my legs. That fire was burning more brightly inside me
now, and I was wondering how it could be put out but what she was doing was
only making it burn more fiercely.
And then I felt
her tongue as it slipped inside me, and I arched my back again whatever she
was doing, it was so wonderful and I wanted her to continue. Not that I could stop her but that made it
even more wonderful
But there was
something
You said this
was a first time, so you are a virgin?
I nodded, my
eyes misty now with pleasure and desire, as she got off and went to the
side. She came back with a long, thin
white device, which was buzzing as she kissed my lips and ran it up and down
between my legs.
Oh it was the
most precious joy and I wanted more, desired more, especially when she put the
tip where she had just kissed me, and eased it in, making my whole body shake.
Are you
ready?
I wondered what
she meant and then she gently pushed the device further in, and I felt the sharp
pain and then the overwhelming feelings as I felt the vibrations in there,
new, amazing, fantastic
HSHWWTHGHHDDYHSSSSSS!
My whole body
was shaking now as I felt the waves of pleasure envelop and drown me, and it
was magnificent. The flow between my
legs was greater now, but she kept kissing me as she worked the device until I
slumped back, my body glistening with sweat, my eyes, my vision blurring.
But it was also
the most wonderful and satisfying feeling, as she went to the bathroom,
returning and gently wiping me there with a damp flannel. I glanced down and said Hmmshhrhhh
For what
sheets can clean, and you felt the wonder, the pleasure, didn t you?
I nodded as she
said so, let me ask you a question will you accept my touch from now on?
That was the
easiest question to answer, as I slowly nodded and she kissed my gagged mouth
again