Ground Rules Pt. 01

As I get in my car on a brisk Saturday evening, I begin running through my mental pre-date checklist. "Is my breath okay? check. Is my hair okay? check. Do I have flowers and wine? check. Did I lint roll my suit? check. Did I remember deodorant? Double check."

Since my last relationship of 4 years ended 6 months ago, I had anxiously and awkwardly been putting myself back into the dating game. I had gone on several dates, but none of them had gone well, and none of them had gone on to a second date. However, this one was different. This was the fifth date I was going on with her.

Her name is Zoe, and she is fiercely out of my league. When I first met her, I noticed her eyes right off the bat. She has deep brown eyes, so dark that her pupils are almost swallowed whole, shaped by professional plastic-framed glasses. They drew me in with the power of a black hole that I could not escape, even if I wanted to. She was wearing a very professional green pantsuit, and my eyes could not help but travel up and down her body. Her blouse was accentuating her breasts perfectly, showing just the right amount of cleavage to be sensual yet not off-putting. Her pants shaped her incredible ass and thighs, making it known that she cared for her body and worked out regularly.

As if her beauty and pulchritude were not enough, through conversation with her I realized quite quickly that her intelligence and assertiveness coupled with a sweet kindness were even more alluring than her already impossible body. She has a Bachelor's degree in Biochemistry and Ph.D. in Chemical Engineering, and works as a lead researcher for a prestigious pharmaceutical company that her NDA would not allow her to name.

Through the entirety of the first four dates, I had completely been expecting the words, "this isn't going to work out." However, much to my surprise, these words never came. And to my even bigger surprise, she had invited me to her apartment for dinner for our fifth date. Of course, I had no hesitation saying yes to her invitation.

Over the course of my drive to Zoe's apartment, I could not help but let my imagination run wild with possibilities for the evening. Although Zoe was a woman that I felt was worth waiting to have sex with, I couldn't help but fantasize about what could happen, as this was our fifth date. Was tonight finally the night that she and I would have sex? My mind kept drifting to imagining her naked, and I couldn't help but notice myself getting an erection. By the time I was pulling into her parking garage I had a full hard-on. I tried to manage it by thinking of other things and taking deep breaths, but it was a difficult task. When I finally felt I had it under control, I looked at my watch, noticed that I had just a few minutes before our agreed upon time, and started to make my way to her apartment. When I reached her door, I was just a few minutes past 6:30. "Perfect!" I though to myself.

*knock knock knock*

I immediately began second-guessing if I had knocked too aggressively. Maybe it wasn't loud enough? Panic began to set in as I finally realized just how nervous I was for this date. "Am I nervous? Or just horny?" I thought to myself. My panicking mind was interrupted, however, when I heard the sliding chain on the other side of the door slide and hit the door frame, followed by the sound of the deadbolt unlocking.

The time between the deadbolt unlocking and the door opening seemed to be an eternity. My heart was racing, I had broken into a slight sweat, and my mind was considering all of the things that I could mess up.

The door swung open gently, and I reflexively widened my eyes and let my mouth part at the sight before me. Zoe stood there in a dark red dress and matching stilettos. The dress was strapless and accentuated her perfectly shaped breasts marvelously, showing just the right amount of cleavage. As it moved down her body it seemed like it was made just for her by some divine power. It hugged her midsection, hips, ass, and thighs perfectly, making her the poster-girl for pure feminine power, grace, and seduction. It terminated about 6 inches about her knees, leaving her lovely smooth skin open to be seen unabashedly.

I couldn't help but notice the blood I tried desperately to direct away from my dick return in full force. I must have stood there looking like an absolute fucking idiot for a beat too long before I noticed I hadn't even looked up at her eyes yet.

*cough cough*

Busted. I looked up at her eyes to see her wearing a smile decorated by a dark, almost purple, red lipstick. Her hair was done up into a beautiful high bun, showing off her dirty blonde hair.

"Wow. You look so stunning!" I finally mustered to get out.

"Oh, thank you! I wanted to look nice for the occasion!" she responded.

Maybe I hadn't noticed before, but her voice is so... sweet. But it's sweet in a seductive, raspy way. It's incredible.

"I brought these for you." I said, almost stuttering, as I handed her the wine and flowers. "I hope red wine is okay. I wasn't sure what we were having, so I guessed." She took the flowers and wine from me. She took a deep breath while holding the flowers to her nose, inhaling their pleasant scent.

"Red wine works great! Thank you for bringing these for me!" She said with a smile.

I noticed her eyes start to drift downward. I didn't dare look, but I knew that my erection was now just a bit noticeable. She smirked slightly and turned around. She began walking into the apartment before calling behind her, "Please, come in! Would you mind locking the door once you're in?" I couldn't help but notice that her dress had began to ride up, revealing the lower part of her ass. She quickly pulled it down, but not fast enough for it to not send me into having a full erection.

"was she wearing underwear?" I thought to myself. "Uh, yeah, I can do that!" I say as I step inside, close the door, and lock it.

Her apartment is beautiful. It isn't like an apartment that you would expect from someone living on their own. This apartment was more like a full on house. Upon entering the door, you are greeted with an entry way. It has nice white tile floors, with a coat and shoe rack on one side and an entry way table on the other with a few glass decorations on it. I took my suit jacket off and hung it on the rack. The entry way gives rise to a hallway on the left, the living room in the middle, and another hallway on the right. I follow her down the hallway to the left, into the kitchen. The kitchen has beautiful black marble countertops with an island in the center and an adjacent dinning room.

"Wow, your apartment is beautiful!" I say, looking around as I enter the kitchen. I find her at the stove, stirring something that smells wonderful, but I can't tell what it is.

"Oh, thank you! I've been here a couple of years. I love it!" She responds.

"Is there anything you need help with for dinner?" I ask, trying to be polite.

"No, I don't think so! Oh! Unless you want to open and decant this wine for us?" she calls over her shoulder. I can't help but focus on her ass as it moves while she stirs.

It takes me a couple of seconds too long, but I respond, "yeah, sure!"

I begin looking around the kitchen for a corkscrew and decanter, but I find myself staring at her ass most of the time I am "looking". I turn me back for just a second, and when I turn back around I notice she has stopped stirring and is now leaning against a counter with her arms crossed, looking at me, with her arms crossed and her lips in a devious smirk. I follow her gaze and realize she is staring directly at my crotch. My breath hitches and I quickly move behind the kitchen island as subtly as I can to hide my painfully obvious erection.

"Finding everything okay?" she asks, as I notice her playfully and subtly bite her lip.

"Uh... actually, I can't find a single thing I need," I say with a nervous chuckle and a smile.

"Oh, that's okay! The corkscrew is here," she says, gesturing to the drawer right beside her, "and the decanter is up there," she says, pointing to the cabinet directly above her.

"Oh! Great!" I say, yet not moving. She is standing with a smirk, and I finally realize the situation. I cannot retrieve either of those without coming out from behind the island, revealing my already throbbing erection.

"What are you waiting for?" she says, unmoving. This time, when she speaks there is less sweetness. Her tone is infinitely more sultry and assertive, not helping my erection one bit. I realize that this situation is one that I should welcome, as she is being flirtatious and I really want to fuck her. So I nervously embrace it and slowly move out from behind the island. Her eyes immediately drift downward, without shame or hesitation. I walk over to the drawer and open it and pull out the corkscrew. I set it on the counter next to the wine.

"Great!" she says with a big smile. She turns around and opens the cabinet that she had gestured to earlier. There are three wine decanters within it, but she points to the highest one. "I'd like to use that one tonight!" she says, still pointing.

I wait for her to move, but she doesn't. I stay frozen, until she says, "well? are you going to get it?" I realize now what she wants. I reach into the cabinet from behind her. At first, I try not to touch her, but it is impossible to reach the decanter that way. I take a step forward into her and my throbbing dick pushes firmly against her ass. I'm regretful, thinking I went too far, until I feel her gently wiggle her ass back and forth as she looks over her shoulder at me. The feeling makes me moan softly and close my eyes as I finally grab the decanter and set it on the counter. She turns around and looks in my eyes.

"This is it!" I think to myself. I close my eyes and go in for a kiss.

My lips are not met by the softness of other lips, but instead with a finger. I open my eyes and see her smiling at me and pressing a finger into my lips. I immediately recoil, "I'm so sorry. I misread that. I am so so sorry. Do you want me to go? I can g-" my panicked speech it cut short by what I now recognize as a hand that has firmly grasped my balls through my pants. My breath hitches and waves of pleasure light up my entire body. I look down at her, and she is looking up at me with a wicked grin. She then presses in harder and slowly rolls her fingers, as if rolling two stress balls between them. I let out a moan and place my hands on the counter behind me for support as I look into her eyes.

"Don't apologize, you didn't do anything wrong... yet." Her use of 'yet' both excites and horrifies me. "Look," she begins to speak, her voice sultry and raspy, "I like you. I do. But, before we begin getting sexual in our relationship, I do have a few basic ground rules. Is that okay?" she asks. I nod my head yes vigorously, unable to speak, and she smiles. "Good." she says playfully. she begins rubbing my throbbing dick through my pants slowly before continuing. "Rule number 1: everything can stop whenever you want. For now, if you want it to stop, just say so. However, if you want this to stop, then we have to end this dating relationship. Is that clear?" I nod my head yes. "Do you want this to continue?" she asks. I nod again. "I need you to say it. Say, 'please keep going.'" She says.

"Please keep going." I say through hitching breath.

She smiles, "Rule number 2: No touching me without my permission. Is that clear?" I nod my head yes again as she begins pressing into my balls slightly harder. She chuckles, "Good boy." She presses her body into mine, pressing her breasts against my chest as I look down at them, my breath becoming heavier and heavier. She gets her lips right by my ear and says, "Rule 3: I am in charge. You do what I say, when I say, and how I say, and if you don't you will be punished. Understood?" I nod again. I can feel my orgasm starting to approach, and I'm hoping to god that I don't cum in my pants.

Without moving away from my ear, she says, "Rule 4: I can make any rule going forward that I want. understood?" Once again I nod. It's all I can do at this point. My dick is throbbing as she is rubbing it, and I can tell that it won't be much longer and I'm going to cum. She presses slightly harder as she rubs and I moan loudly. She chuckles and presses into me more firmly. I'm right on the edge of cumming when she stops abruptly and walks back toward the stove. I'm reeling from what just happened, running back through the rules in a dazed state.

She seems to have flipped a switch when she turns around and says, "Oh, don't forget the wine! Maybe you can pour us a couple of glasses too?" as if nothing had happened at all.

It takes a few seconds for me to pull myself out of the horny daze I was in and finally begin to open the wine and pour two glasses and the rest into the decanter.

"I can't wait for you to try this! It's one of my favorites!" she says, giddily. I set everything on the dining room table as she makes our plates.

The rest of the evening went on as well as I could have hoped, considering I was still in complete shock from the previous events. Dinner went splendidly, and we enjoyed wonderful conversation and wine.

At the end of dinner, she and I cleaned up the kitchen and opened another bottle of wine. We were sitting at the dining room table when she asked, "So, have you been able to think at all about those rules I gave earlier?"

The question hit me like a ton of bricks. I had not been expecting it, and I had to hesitate, "Y-yes, I have."

She smiled. "Great! Any protests?"

I nodded my head no slowly as I maintained eye contact, "No, I don't believe so."

She smiled a very mischievous smile, "Good. I'm glad to hear that," she said, returning to her earlier sultry voice.

"So, you're okay with rule 3? I'm in charge?" she asked.

"Yeah, I am," I reply with a hopeful smile.

"Wonderful," she says, "In that case, I have something I want you to do." She says.

"Oh?" I reply, raising an eyebrow.

"Mhm," she responds, "I'm going to go to my bedroom for just a few minutes. When I come back, I want you to be naked and sitting in your chair."

The statement forced the air from my lungs. When I had gathered, I replied, "Yeah, okay, definitely!"

She chuckled, "From now on tonight, call me Ma'am," She replied as she began walking away.

"Yes, ma'am!" I replied.

As soon as she was out of the room, I began stripping down. I unbuttoned my shirt and took it off as quickly as I could, followed closely by my pants, undershirt, and underwear, which was stained slightly with precum from earlier. I set my clothes on the floor close by and sat in my chair, patiently waiting. I heard her stilettos clacking on the tile, and the sound made my dick begin to twitch and throb with excitement.

I heard her begin to round the corner to the kitchen when I heard her say, "Don't turn around." I obeyed, the anticipation almost turning into panic.

When she finally came into view, I could not believe my eyes. She stood with her red stilettos in the most incredible red lingerie I have ever seen. The red lacy bra cupped her breasts perfectly. It was almost see through, so I could barely make out her nipples. She had put on stockings that were attached to a garter belt that sat just above her red lacy panties. I began to move my hands toward her when she swatted them away gently.

"Ah ah ah, no touching without permission," she said with a chuckle. I obeyed with a slight groan, mesmerized by the sight of her. My dick at this point was throbbing, begging to be touched.

She walked away from me and sat on the table directly in front of me with her right leg crossed over her right and her right foot resting on my chair between my legs. My breathing was becoming loud and ragged as my dick twitched in the air. She picked up her glass of wine and took a sip. She looked into my eyes with an authority that both frightened and excited me.

"What do you want most right now?" she asked.

I paused for a moment, thinking of all of the things I wanted. "I want to touch you; to fuck you." I replied honestly.

She smiled knowingly, "You won't get to fuck me tonight. I know that's disappointing, but it's just what it is," she replied sweetly. I groaned at that answer. "But, you will get to touch me... kind of," she said.

"kind of?" I thought, "what the fuck does that mean?"

She smiled gently and said, "What I want," She began, "is for you to stroke yourself while I watch."

I hesitated, but I began stroking my throbbing dick. She moved her foot forward so that my balls were gently resting on it as I stroked and I began moaning gently.

"Slower." she said with a smile. I obeyed and began stroking slower.

I kept stroking myself and I could feel my orgasm building. I knew it wasn't going to take much more. I desperately did not want this to be the first time she witnessed me cumming, on her feet while masturbating. She kept taking small sips from her wine, and I could see her chest beginning to flush and lust build in her eyes.

I was getting dangerously close to orgasm when she said, "stop."

I stopped reluctantly, frustrated at the denial of my orgasm, and looked up at her. She had a smile that told me we were nowhere near done. Her nipples were hard and poking through her lace bra, making me desperate to feel them. To suck them.

"Again," she said.

I began stroking myself at the same pace as last time. She sat there, unmoving, smiling, enjoying her show.

"Faster," she commanded.

I went slightly faster. Showing her approval, she raised her foot slightly, pressing on my balls, sending a wave of pleasure throughout my body.

"Faster," she commanded once again. I sped up once more. I was starting to get close to orgasm. My breathing became more shallow, my eyes fluttered, and my moaning got louder.

"Stop," came the command, just a few seconds before my orgasm. I stopped, and groaned in frustration.

She chuckled, "What's the matter?" she asked politely.

"I want to cum," I responded in a groan.

"Oh, I know you do. But you don't get to unless I say so. Is that Understood?" she asked.

"Yes," I responded. Her foot gently but firmly pressed into my balls.

"What was that?" she asked.

"Y-yes ma'am," I responded.

"Good," she said with a smile, "now. Again."

She had me edge myself in front her four more times in the same way. After the sixth time, she looked at me and said, "what do you want most right now?"

Without hesitation I replied, "I want to cum. Please," I pleaded with her.

She chuckled sweetly, "Oh I know, but not yet," she responded.

Before I could process her words, she set her glass of wine down and unhooked her garter belt from her stockings. She then stood up and turned around. She bent at the waist, her perfect ass inches from my face, and hooked her thumbs in her panties and pulled them down. I knew not to touch her, and my dick throbbed as precum leaked onto the chair.

She turned back around, "Open your mouth," she said.

I did as she said, and she pushed her panties into my mouth. I could tell how wet watching me edge had made her. Her panties were soaked with her juices and I could taste them. Its taste alone was so divine it made spurts of precum come leaking out.

"Good boy," she said and gave me a kiss on the forehead.

She hooked her garter back to her stockings and sat back on the table, but this time she spread her legs and put her feet on my chairs armrests. She grabbed her wine and smiled, staring into my eyes, watching me. The sight of her glistening pussy in front of me made my mind short circuit. It looked like heaven, sitting there for the taking, but forbidden. I completely forgot anything about wanting to cum, and now all I could think about was tasting her beautiful pussy.