Duncan & Lily Ch. 01

He awoke to the sound of rain on the wrought iron balcony railing. Duncan sat up on his elbows to take a look around. The French doors were open and his studio apartment was filled with moist, fresh air. He slept in a gray pair of boxer briefs and the sheets were hanging half off the bed. He flopped back on his pillow and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. As his hands covered his mouth and nose, the lingering scent of her reminded him of the previous evening. He looked up at his headboard to see the satin restraints still in place. The cotton of his underwear stretched. Duncan sat upright and felt the satin with his thumb making a circle over his index finger. What happened last night?

Duncan couldn't say it was a chance encounter. He frequented a café in her neighborhood. From his favorite table her balcony was visible. The two had often made eye contact as she read outside. Her golden hair was a sight in the afternoon sun.

As a writer, Duncan was free to write anywhere. He told himself that the sights and sounds of the café piqued his creativity. Not untrue, but on days that she read outside it was clear that the golden haired woman was the greater muse.

He arrived and ordered a coffee and sat down at his table like any other day. From his bag he pulled a few sharp pencils and a Rhodia notebook. He looked upward to see if he was fortunate enough to see her. Not today.

Duncan put pen to paper and wrote himself into the story. A powerful woman was seducing the main character during an office party. As the plot took shape, he felt exhilarated and anxious to share it with someone. The coffee cup was empty. He stood and rolled his neck from side to side before turning around to see gorgeous deep blue eyes staring back at him.

Duncan got out of bed and saw that the front door was shut, but unlocked. His keys were on the ground next to the birch log that is meant to hold such things. A Polaroid picture of himself at a bar stared back at him from the rustic table.

Near his balcony, an old leather couch was covered with clothes -- not all of them were his either. Those were definitely not his black lace panties sticking out of his jean pocket. He brought them up to his face and inhaled, smelling her delicious scent. His heart began to race when he remembered how they made it into his pocket.

It had been hours since he met Lily for the first time at the coffee shop. Duncan now sat at the corner booth with her at the back of a bar. It was a hole-in-the-wall joint, with very little lighting and a live band at the front. The atmosphere was thick with sound and at times Duncan felt overwhelmed. Lily took a Polaroid camera from her bag and snapped a picture of Duncan. As it was developing she leaned toward him and spoke into his ear. "I'm going to the bar for another drink. Do you want something?" His answer was yes, although he was afraid to say it out loud. Duncan was terrified of seeming like a creep and his request was not alcohol related.

Lily didn't wait for his response. She stood up and threw back the last of her scotch before slamming the rocks glass on the table. "I know what you need".

No one was near the table when Lily returned with a big grin and two more tumblers. She scooted in on the other side and took a big sip of her scotch.

"Damn it's sexy when a woman drinks scotch," he thought to himself.

Lily's hand was suddenly on his knee and he perked up, and not just in his posture. She slid it up to his hip and tucked something into his pocket. "These are double shots. Go slow or we might end up fucking in the bathroom," she said. Duncan nearly choked on his own scotch and barely managed to avoid a spitting it out. "Which wouldn't be a bad thing," Lily added with a wink.

Curiosity led him to look in his right pocket to discover what she had shoved in there. As stealthily as he could he looked down to see a pair of black lace panties. He desperately wanted to bring them to his face so he could inhale her scent. He glanced over at her and she was staring toward the band. Having her panties in his hand, Duncan didn't feel anything was off the table any longer. He tucked the souvenir back into his pocket and grabbed her by the waist to pull her closer. Their eyes met for a brief, but intense gaze before Duncan moved in for a passionate kiss on her lips. Once there, he felt an incredible rush -- like two magnets coming together. They kissed with intensity - like it was their last moments on earth.

Duncan's hand found Lily's knee and began moving up her inner thigh. He kissed her neck. Her arms clutched at his back. Duncan thought for a moment about the bathroom scenario as his index finger found her pussy's lips. They were wet with anticipation and he slid in with ease. "Fuck," she whispered in his ear. He moved his fingers in circles at first before sliding two into her wetness, gliding up to her g-spot. Lily's hands scratched at his back and Duncan was pretty certain that blood was drawn.

"Goddammit, I was kidding about fucking in the bathroom, but if you don't stop, we will." Lily's hand pushed Duncan's away and she put the scotch to her lips. With one last drink it was gone. "Finish your scotch and then take me home," she demanded.

Duncan obliged and then stood up, putting his hand out for her to take it. "My place isn't that far from here. About two blocks."

While the distance was short, the pair took quite awhile to get there. Every hundred feet they were stopping and making out. The two of them felt like they were horny teenagers again. It was with great effort and concentration that Duncan unlocked his front door. Having this golden haired beauty pawing at him made everything seem less important -- he wanted to just hoist her up against the wall and take her in the hallway. The door opened and Duncan tossed his keys, which fell onto his floor. Lily was practically hooked around him and he had to kick the door shut with his foot. He grabbed her bum and lifter her up, taking her to the couch

Duncan lay on top of her as they continued kissing and stroking each other's bodies. Lily's heels made a knocking sound as they hit the wooden floor. Duncan pulled her skirt off and she gasped as the cold leather of the couch touched her bum. With a smirk, Lily bit her lip, leaned forward and practically tore Duncan's shirt off. Her hands deftly moved to the belt buckle and his jeans. She was shocked to see that he wasn't wearing any underwear either.

He pushed her back on the couch and lay on top of her again. His cock was eager to enter her, but he was eager to explore her juicy pussy again. She moaned into his chest as he kissed her neck and just behind her earlobe. Duncan wanted more -- he had to taste her, so he stood up from the couch and picked her up. He carried her over to the bed and put her down more gently.

"Wait," she said as she removed her satin headband. "I want you to tie me up."

"Okay, scoot back," Duncan said, motion for her to left her arms over her head.

She followed his instruction and he carefully looped the satin around her delicate wrists.

"Too tight?" he asked.

"Perfect," Lily replied, wiggling her arms.

He took the remaining fabric and fastened it to his headboard. Her arms were immobile, but she still had full range of motion with her legs. With her tethered to the bed, Duncan's mind was swimming with possibilities. He left her waiting on the bed. This night could be a lot more fun than he'd anticipated.

"What are you waiting for?"

His stood in silence with a grin. Only moments passed, but the anticipation was getting to Lily. A heightened sensitivity spread over her body. When Duncan finally bent down and placed a gentle kiss on her knee, her skin tingled from her neck to her toes. Duncan continued to worship her body with the touch of his lips. Lily closed her eyes and felt every peck. Her legs rubbed back and forth. She pulled at the restraint making the headboard rock forward slightly.

"Ahhhh," she breathed out when he kissed her aching nipple.

Duncan took one hand and cupped her breast firmly, forcing the nipple deeper into his mouth, gently sucking while teasing it with his tongue. Lily's chest lifted as she inhaled deeply. With a subtle gliding motion, Duncan's free hand found its way to her left thigh. He pulled it to the side, exposing her waiting pussy.

"God ..." she moaned.

Her right leg was beginning to tremble when he moved it as well. His hand inched closer finally reaching the place she was now desperate for him to touch. His fingers and palm moved from the top down firmly, spreading her pretty pussy.

"Fuck yes" she moaned.

Her head arched back as his middle finger dipped inside once more. Using her own wetness, he continued to massage the area, occasionally running his finger in a circle around her clit. When his finger penetrated her next, he went deep and pressed on her g-spot. Lily tugged and the bed frame creaked. The entirety of her body was tense and longing for release. Duncan began kissing her body in rhythm with his fingers as they moved in and out. In. Out. In. Out.

Slowly his lips moved south of her belly button. Duncan climbed over her left leg to position his mouth. The fingers resumed their steady movement. She smelled delicious and it took great concentration to continue teasing her by only kissing her inner thighs. When he could take no more, his index and middle finger made a tight curve and pulled her onto his open mouth.

"Gaaahh!" The headboard clanked.




He kept his fingers still, pressed against her g-spot as he licked and sucked her lips. His tongue finding her clit and with care he circled it momentarily. Duncan pulled his fingers out and lapped up her juices, pushing his tongue inside her. His left arm held her leg, wet fingers clutching her thigh so he could feel her muscles tensing further. Lily's other leg was free, and with her foot she motioned for him to enter her fully. She wanted to feel the full weight of him resting on her. She needed him.

Duncan was not done. He continued to devour her with his mouth and released her leg so that his fingers could return to her pussy. His mouth was positioned as if he was trying to taste his fingers, but her body was in between them. His ears were squeezed between Lily's legs. It made it difficult to hear the "FUCK!" she screamed when she erupted in a wave of pleasure. "Fuck," she repeated as her legs loosened around his head. He stood up, leaving her on the bed and watching as her chest heaved. He was dripping with pre-cum. Duncan returned to the bed and positioned his body on top of her.


Lily's eyes were still closed when his cock first entered her pussy. He stopped once he was fully in, and rested his pelvis on top of her, forcing both her eyes and mouth to open wide. He could feel the heels of her feet digging into his lower back.

"Do you want me to go faster?" She was speechless, but her head moved in the affirmative and he quickened his motions. He was getting too excited, but her legs indicating that she needed more. If her hands were free, Duncan would have asked her to slap him. Instead, he bit the inside of his cheek and kept going.

Lily's legs fell open and he took the opportunity to take her ankles and move them to his shoulders.

"YES," she exclaimed loudly, her legs tensing up.

He balanced himself by grabbing a hold of her ass. Duncan's fingers dug in and he began going further out and even deeper inside. Their bodies made a slapping noise with each stroke.

"I'M GONNA..." her voice trailed off.

Her proclamation sent him over the edge and it was all he could do to pull out in time. His cum shot over her body, hitting her breasts and belly. Duncan's heart was pounding and his legs felt like jelly. He fell down next to her. They both breathed in silence.

"Hey do you think you can untie me now?" Lily asked.

The front door swung open and Lily walked in with two coffees and some pastries. She wore his shirt, tied at the bottom. Her hair was cute and sexy, with a simple top-knot.

"Coffee and breakfast," she lifted the bag and drinks. "You must be starving."