I had her slip into a light summer dress for our night out; the yellow fabric was thin and flowing, hugging her curves in all the right places, more than enough to tease. She wore nothing underneath—no panties, no bra—just the dress and a pair of strappy heels that accentuated her legs. She looked amazing, a flush already rising in her cheeks from the excitement of going commando, the fresh air caressing her bare skin beneath.
We sat close in an intimate corner, my hand occasionally fondling her thigh under the cloth, fingers inching higher to confirm she was following orders. Her breath jerked when I touched out the edge of her mound, finding her already damp. Dinner passed in a haze of knowing looks and suggestive promises, her nipples pebbling against the dress as I described what I’d do to her later. By the time we finished, she was shifting in her seat, thighs pressing together to ease the want.
Afterward, I led her on a pleasant stroll through the quiet park nearby, the path weakly lit by the lamps along the path. We found a secluded bench where the nearby light flickered. I pulled her onto my lap, wrapping my arms around her waist. What started as quiet cuddles, looking at the stars, quickly turned into more; my lips on her neck, while my hand slipped under the hem of her dress, teasing the soft mound of her pussy. She ground against my hand, soft whimpers escaping as I rubbed her clit with my middle finger, building her arousal until her juices wet my fingers.
“You’re soaking for me already,” I murmured into her ear, nipping the lobe. She nodded, eyes glossy, enjoying every second of the public tease, her body humming with need.
Back at the hotel room, the door barely clicked fully shut before I turned to her, firm and dominant, “Slowly now. Strip for me. I want to see every inch.”
Her hands revealed the level of nervous want as she took hold of the straps and slid them down her shoulders. The dress rested at her feet, revealing her naked form, full breasts swaying, hips wide and inviting, a wild bush of black curls framing her pussy. She stood there, vulnerable and aroused, heels still on, as I moved around her, her private predator.
I guided her to the bed, the king-sized expanse waiting. ‘Hands above your head.’ She complied, stretching out, and I used soft ropes to bind her wrists to the headboard, the knots secure but not biting. Then the blindfold, a strip of black silk tied tight, leaving her in darkness. Her chest expanded and fell rapidly, anticipation charging the air.
“Lift your hips,” I commanded. She lifted obediently as I placed a thick towel underneath her ass to catch what was coming. I grabbed the shaving kit from the nightstand. Her bush was untamed, a wild patch that she’d always been self-conscious about, refusing the idea of shaving before. However, tonight, the thought aroused something in her; I could see it in the way her thighs quivered.
I lathered her up first, warm soapy foam spreading over the curls with my hands, fingers parting her lips to coat every fold. She was startled by the intimacy, hips bucking as I massaged the suds in, my thumbs brushing her clit. ‘Hold still, slut. I want you bare for me.’ The trimmer buzzed to life, shearing away the bulk in careful strokes, her skin emerging soft and pink. Then the razor—slow glides, rinsing between passes, exposing her completely. Her pussy lips swelled under the attention, glistening while I cleaned, the towel absorbing the excess.
“Fuck, look at you now,” I growled, admiring the smooth expanse, her clit peeking out prominently. She whimpered, blind and bound, utterly at my mercy.
One hand dove in, two fingers plunging into her tight cunt, moving to hit that spot deep inside. My thumb stroked her clit in firm circles while my pinky teased her asshole, covered with her own wetness. She was drenched, walls clenching greedily as I pumped faster, working her holes with an unrelenting tempo.
“Come for me, my beautiful squirter. Soak this towel.”
Her body tensed, back bowing off the bed, a cry tearing from her throat as she released, hot jets gushing from her pussy, spraying over my hand and wrist, puddling on the towel beneath. She squirted hard, wave after wave, her ass clenching around my probing finger, the release leaving her shaking and spent.
But I wasn’t done. I freed my cock from my pants, thick and throbbing, and flipped her onto her stomach, knees hiked up, ass presented. The ropes held her wrists firm as I positioned behind her, rubbing my shaft along her slick slit.
“You love this, don’t you? Feeling me as I take you raw.” I thrust in deep, bottoming out in her spasming pussy, the angle letting me grind against her G-spot.
I fucked her hard, hips driving forward with brutal force, balls slapping her clit. She pushed back, moaning into the pillow, blindfold slipping slightly with sweat. Another orgasm built fast in her, and when it hit, she squirted again, warm fluid rushing out around my cock as I continued to jackhammer. Hot fluid gushing, dripping down to coat my balls. The sensation drove me wild, everything hot and slippery as I pounded even harder, chasing my own climax.
“Take it all,” I grunted, burying deep and unloading a torrent of cum into her depths. We collapsed together, her body limp and branded by my possession, the room steeped in the smell of sex.
