Silk Rope on Balcony

Rachel is 34, beautiful tall slender widowed woman. I met her at the drug company where she works and asked her out. She hesistated at first since being widowed for three years. She agreed after considering I was twenty years older then her and wealthy lawyer and businessman. She explained her reluctance of egaging in sex since it has been three years. I explained I understood her reluctance and that we would proceed slowly.
Imagining herself, for a moment, in the half-light of the evening, Rachel is standing on the balcony of my penthouse blindfolded…the warmth of a little delectable morsel radiating from her soft belly, as I slowly lower her top from her shoulders, my firm hands massaging her arms and breasts into relaxation, as the garments fall away….The natural ease of my touch makes her weak in the knees, but she is not permitted to lie down just yet:
I place her hands on a polished mahogany railing, just below shoulder height; feeling more stable, she agains relaxes to my caress, skin tingling as the unfamiliar sensation of soft silk rope begins to slide down her back…Deftly looping a turn of silk through her elbows, she inhales sharply as she realizes I am drawing her arms together behind her back, ever so slowly…The devilish rope now takes a turn around her bare waist, which slowly slides up just under her breasts, pressing them high – only to be followed by a new loop in the crease of her arms, trapping her soft nipples between two lines of silk – her every little movement arouses and stimulates her erect nipples, as she comes to realize she is completely at my command.

A necklace of silk now intersects the rope at the center of her chest, taking a turn before diving down towards the space between her legs. Rachel is so enraptured by the sensations up top, she fails to notice I had gently lowered her black lace panties to the floor, and am now sliding her feet apart, as she feels my hardness press into her from behind…Quickly I slip a small knot onto the rope before passing it between her legs, drawing it up against the crack of her sweet ass and securing it to her bound arms…
Oh My God! That little knot has nestled into her clit, and every little movement of arms or neck, pulls it deeper into the cleft of her, which is getting moist with desire, and turning her on immensely. As the evening light fades, my touch surprises her, first to her left cheek, then caressing her right thigh; It’s as if I’m everywhere at once, hands and lips gliding unchecked along soft skin…an ‘everywhere massage’, heightening her sensitivity as I lighten my touch to a whisper, as she reachs outwards against her bonds, straining for my touch.

Remotely, she becomes aware that much of my attention has transferred to her feet, as each ankle is lovingly entwined with a dozen turns of silk, and secured to a bronze ring nearby – as the rope tightens, her feet are drawn inexorably apart, sliding slowly along the polished teak floor, till they come to rest against a table leg on each side…shuddering, as she feels both dangerously (yet deliciously) exposed, with her legs well spread and her sweet pussy lips starting to pout open with desire…I kneel before her, the sweet aroma of her desire flaring my nostrils as I kiss gently from one knee up across her mound, and down to the other…pausing ever longer with each pass, my tongue dwelling just above her clitoris for what seems like an eternity.

Then suddenly, with a low growl, I bite into the teasing silk rope, dragging it from her slit with my teeth, pulling it to the side , exposing her sweet pussy to the cool evening air – yet in the next moment – she feels my warm breath between her legs, and shivers as the tip of my tongue slides ever so gently, finding the base of her vagina, exploring from side to side, as I work my way up through her lips – as my tongue reaches her swollen clit it abruptly slides to the side of her pink hood, swirls across the top, and descends again in waves, plunging a little deeper into her sweet essence with each slide.

Eagerly drawing the nectar from her with my hungry mouth, she shakes and shimmers with the first waves of orgasms…but my rhythm never changes, my tongue like a clockwork machine, dancing slowly up and across her clit, slaloming down again, no minute portion of sweet pussy lacking the thorough ministrations of my tongue….Her shuddering orgasms have pumped my veined cock to its limit, the swollen helmet erect and proud, straining for her soft wetness.

Soon it will be time to enter her from behind, as she stands tied, bound, and spread, mine to take ever so slowly… long strokes, stretching every inch of her love tunnel from lips to cervix…Caressing up her thighs with my eyes, I couldn’t resist lingering over her firm rounded ass. My mind recalling images and sensations of pleasing her anal desires, stirring my passion. Completing the vision of her, my eyes followed up her spine, savoring the tantalizing lines of her exposed back, shoulders and neck, teasing my hunger for her.
My visual tour of her body faded as I realized that we were supposed to meet her friends at a restaurant in less than an hour and I was late. I could also see that she was anxious and irritated by my delay, standing with her legs spread slightly as she impatiently swayed her hips from side to side, swirling the wine in her glass. However, I just couldn’t resist the sight of her sexy curves in the nude, and my cock swelled under my towel as my primal urges drew me to her.


As she was standing there, she didn’t notice as I approached and I felt her startled and draw in a suroprised breath at the sudden feel of my hands slipping around her waist. As I embraced her, pulling her against me, she relaxed as the warmth of my chest pressed against her exposed back. My lips caressed her neck as I slid my hands slowly up the side of her ribs, then cupped her breasts firmly and felt her lean into my touch as I heard her say, I gotta’ go, we’ll see you there.

As she tries to turn from me, I kiss the nape of her neck and along the top of her shoulder, savoring the light scent of her perfume. My senses now aroused and inspired, I trace my lips over the soft smooth warmth of her shoulder and back up her neck. Kissing up her neck, I whisper deeply, Mmmm, I love how sexy you are nude. She giggles softly and settles back into me, then turns her head to look into my eyes, and our lips met in a deep passionate kiss.

My fingertips circle lightly over her nipples, causing them to harden and rise, and she presses her hands over mine, wordlessly encouraging me to squeeze her nipples between my fingers. Our tongues teased and played between our lips, and she feels the bulge of my rock hard cock pressing against her ass from under my towel.
I slid one hand down to her thigh, then reach over the smooth warmth of her inner thigh and massage my hand up below her pussy, seeking the heat of her passion. My fingertips traces over her swelling pussy lips, and my palm lightly rubbing over her mound, pressing over her aroused clit.


Feeling the heat of her lust building and the tingling pulse of desire for more, suddenly interrupted by the thought of being late and impatience with my delay. Rachel broke our kiss, and slipped out of my embrace, then turning around towards me with a flushed smile, she protests, Stop teasing now, we’re already going to be late! Looking into her eyes I could see the gleam of her passion aroused, and knew that her impatiences was weakened by her ache of desire. She could still feel the warm pleasure from my touch, and her smile widened as she glanced down at my hard cock for her under the towel.


With a mischievious grin I reach out and grasp her hands in mine, quickly pulling her closer to me, then wrapping her hands behind her back I slid my grip up firmly around her wrists.