His Breath…
It may have
been nearly fifty years, and I have been so happily married for forty of them,
but sometimes when I feel the wind on my face, or on my neck, the memory of
that night come back to me and fills me with feelings I still struggle to fully
comprehend, to fully understand…
I worked at the
time for a film production company, in their main offices, and we were expected
to show a certain style when we were at work, fitting of the times. I had long blonde hair then, cut to fall in
soft waves down to my shoulders, and I remember I was wearing a long sleeved
white blouse, open at the neck, with a black choker that had a St Christopher
medal hanging from it.
My skirt was a
short one, made of cotton with a hounds tooth pattern, just covering the top of
my pantyhose so that the lengths of elastic holding them up could only be
glimpsed if I sat down. As for my legs,
they were in a pair of very fashionable black leather boots, which hugged my
legs like a second skin and came up over my knees.
It was a warm
spring day, and I was ready to go home after a day typing scripts for the
‘stars’. I took the last page out, put
it on the pile, and then picked my handbag up and left the office, waving
goodbye to everyone as I made my way into the car park and got into my Mini.
I lived then in
the North of London, an hour’s drive from the studios, but with the top down,
the wind in my hair, the sunglasses covering my eyes, it was a true pleasure to
be travelling down the back roads until I found myself on the A10 heading back
into the city.
When I parked
the car behind the block of flats I lived in, I got out and walked inside,
going to the third floor where my flat was and letting myself in. I had a plan for that evening – a meal, a
glass of something and a book while listening to the latest album by Carole
King. I had read some amazing reviews of
Tapestry, and really was looking forward to hearing it.
So, like I
said, I had a plan, so I let myself in, put my keys in a bowl I kept by the
door, and put my handbag down before heading to the kitchen – and then my eyes
opened wide in shock as my mouth and nose were covered by a gloved hand. I was taken completely by surprise, and then
I must have fainted…
When I started
to open my eyes, I could feel the breeze on my neck, and the stiffness in my
arms, but it was only when I opened my eyes that I saw the reason why they were
stiff – the thin white rope that was tied tightly round my wrists, and then
around the armrest of the wooden chair I was sitting in.
I was also
aware of something else, the soft breathing, and as I slowly turned my head I
saw him sitting there. He was about six
foot tall, slim, wearing an open necked shirt and tight pants, the Cuban heels
on his boots visible under the bellbottom hems of the pants. Short dark hair, and a smile that seemed to
light up the room.
“Who… Who are
you,” I whispered as he moved forward, clasping his hands as he looked at
me. “why have you done this to me?”
“A
friend.” His voice was soft, but there
was a command behind it that made me listen as he stood up and walked behind
me, putting his hands on my shoulders, and starting to gentle knead them. Naturally, I tensed up, but he continued, his
soft breath on my neck, and somehow I started to relax.
I had no idea
why I was relaxing – he had tied my wrist, for the love of god – but his hands
were so strong, and his breath so soft on my neck, especially when he reached
down and kissed my neck.
“No…” I meant it to be a command, but it came out far
softer than I had intended it to, as he said “I am going to open your
blouse. Ii trust you have no objections?”
“OF course I
object,” I said quietly, but he just kissed my neck again as I saw him reach round
and start to slowly unbutton my blouse, opening it up and taking it over my
head, and then down my body, so that it hung over my wrists as his hands
stroked up my arms.
And I felt
tiny, tiny electric shocks going through me as he did that, totally unexpected
and unwanted.
Yeah – unwanted…
He bent over
and kissed my neck again, and whispered into my ear, words of gentle love, and
I had no idea why he was saying them – especially when he kissed my neck again,
and his hands caressed my chest, his fingers kneading gently as that shiver
went down through me again. I twisted
round, asking him to stop, but as I did so his hands seemed to grip me tighter
on my chest, and I realised it felt…
It felt…
He took his
hands away and I closed my eyes, taking short breaths as I wondered what he was
going to do next. The one thing I was
not expecting was to feel a pressure on my upper arms, and then I realised he
was wrapping rope around them, forcing them into my sides and forming a band
that was pressing down on my chest, rubbing on my bare flesh where my bra did
not cover my breasts. And all the time
his soft breath on my neck, in my ear…
It was tight,
but somehow pleasant, as I felt him tie the ropes off, then use shorter lengths
of what was white rope to tighten the bands, tying them between my arms and
body. I wondered what he was going to do
next, and I found out as he knelt next to me and untied my wrists, pulling my
blouse off completely as he pulled them behind my back, and I felt the rope on my
wrists again – this time behind me.
My wrists were forced
together again, but I felt more helpless now, with my upper arms secured and
now my wrists behind me, and as I twisted round I felt the ropes rub on my
chest – and then below, as he tied more rope around my arms and body, now
framing my chest so that truly could not
do more than twist round.
And yes, I
should have been panicking, I should have been screaming for help, but all the time
he was doing this he was talking to me, telling me to relax, calming me, and
his breath so cool on my bare skin.
So cool, so
gentle…
Before I
realised it, my arms were secured to me, and I twisted round as his hands
caressed my chest again – before he cut my bra away, and the cool air hit my
breasts. I had not realised how firm my
nipples had become, how sensitive, until he knelt in front of me and breathed
on them, caressed, and played with them, kissed them.
And oh my god,
it felt so different as his lips encircled, his tongue ran over them, and I
squirmed round, not sure of what I could do…
He continued to
kiss my breasts and nipples for a few minutes, and oh it felt so good. I was tied up, he was my captor, and somehow
those thoughts were driven from my mind by what he was doing, his kisses, his
caresses…
I remember I actually
closed my eyes and moaned at this point, as he moved his head down, kissing my
belly as I felt him unfasten and then pull my skirt off, and then he stopped
and looked at me, his hands stroking down my legs as I twisted them round, the leather
rubbing on the leather. I thought he was
going to tie my legs then, have his way with me…
I was half
right – just a little premature at my thinking, as he unfastened the buckles at
the top of my boots, and then slowly pulled the zip down the inside of my left leg,
then slipped the boot off before he started to massage my sticking covered
foot, and then put his toes in his mouth.
I moaned more loudly then as he played with my toes, and then moved his
lips up my leg before he unfastened the clips and wound my stocking down and
off my foot.
“You need to be
quiet.”
Five words, and
I didn’t take fully into account what he meant by them until he pinched my
nipple, and I opened my mouth - then tasted the damp silk as he pushed the stocking
into my mouth. He looked at me, told me
not to spit it out, and I actually nodded as he removed my right boot and
kissed my other foot, then unclipped and removed the other stocking.
He pulled that between
my lips, the band pulling back the corners of my mouth as he tied it round my
head, and yeah – that muffled my voice as he took more white rope and tied my
ankles together, me watching as he took the rope around and between my legs,
then tied my legs together below and above my knees in the same way. By now, the only things I was still wearing was
the garter belt and my knickers – and I could feel how damp they were by now as
he slowly kissed my legs, and moved me onto the floor as he straddled my legs, and
then slipped my panties down, before he bent his head down…
OH sweet lord…
His breath was
the first thing I felt there, and it was cool and exciting. Then there was the touch of his lips, and I
closed my eyes and moaned still more, even more so as his tongue gently stroked
over my sex, over my mound, over the petals of my flower…
I squirmed
round, unable to stop him, the only thing I could do on an animal level was
push my hips up and forward, as his tongue stroked up there, and the petals parted,
his tongue entered very slightly, and I started to shake as I felt the fluids
starting to flow…
And then I
heard the sound of the zip going down, and I looked down, seeing how large he
was, how wide he was, and I knew I could not stop him. Somehow, he had taken total control, and I was helpless as
he leaned over, and kissed my neck again, then his lips on my breasts as he
sucked, and entered me.
I bucked as he
made his way in, surprised at how damp I was, how easy it was for him to do
that, and then he started to move to and fro, as I move din unison with him
while he sucked on my nipples, his tongue playing with me there as I felt him
expand, rub on the inside of me, find those oh so sweet spots as the seat broke
out on me.
And every so often,
he whispered into my ear, his soft
words, his gentle breath in my ear as I groaned and gripped him tightly inside
me. It was surreal, unreal, it should
not have happened, it was wrong, it was wrong, it was…
It was…
Oh sweet lord my
whole body was starting to shake as I felt him throbbing, but he never raised his
voice, never spoke loudly, never threatened me, even though he was forcing
himself on me.
And then I felt
him jerk, and I closed my eyes, groaning, moaning as I felt the goosebumps on my
skin, felt the sweat, felt the heat, felt the pleasure and the pain as he came
inside me and I felt the rush.
Well, felt is the
wrong word, embraced is better as my whole body shook, and I felt the greatest
orgasm I had ever felt in my life as I threw my head back and screamed into the
gag…
And then he left
me, gently laid me on the ground as he kissed my neck, my body, my clit,
licking me clean there, before he left and returned with a damp flannel and towel
which he used to clean me down there. He
then adjusted himself, and he left.
But he left the
impression on me, left how I felt on me, left the memory of his breath on me…