Sultry Beginnings Pt. 02

Part 2

As he walked to the door, she simply took small quick breathes through her nose. He had untied her wrists and her arms now lay freely but lifeless on either side of the ottoman. Lifting her body slowly on her elbows caused pins and needles to radiate down her arms.

She heard the distinct click sound of the glass sliding door close and she knew once more she was alone. "Don't swallow until you hear the door close," he had said.

Perhaps, she thought as the slightest hint of a mischievous grin curled at the corner of her lips, I will savor it a bit longer. After all I did work hard for it.

She had tilted her head back moments after he erupted in her mouth and now his juicy seed made a puddle on the soft palette beneath her tongue. Her tongue dipped playfully left and right into the hot pool that was his cum.

The rope no longer dug into her shoulders and as she lifted herself up off the ottoman into a kneeling position the rest of the rope tied around her sizable breasts began to uncurl and fall onto the ottoman. Similar to her arms, her breasts started their own fireworks. Pins and needles throughout, burning fire where the rope had dug in, and the sensations made her shiver and as goose bumps raised across her skin she remembered quite suddenly how completely naked she was. Her thighs felt like thick rubbery extensions. The inner sides exuded a wet warm humid feeling like after a hot shower before you dry off.

Indulging in the dark abyss behind the sleep mask she slipped her hand slowly down her side and towards the throbbing heartbeat between her legs. Her pussy still in the afterglow, and aftershocks, of a rather intense orgasm after days of going without, she hesitated for a second before allowing her fingers to touch. But as her fingers once more met with her favorite all too familiar flesh, it was unmistakably the same but somehow changed. As her fingers probed along the swollen slick surface of her hyper stimulated lips, they were somehow foreign...connected but disconnected. He had left his mark on her and she had the distinct feeling that touching it would never feel the same again. It didn't feel bad, quite the contrary, as her fingers fondled the soft swollen flesh she felt short quick waves of pleasure, but it just wasn't 'her' pussy anymore.

Swishing his sperm around and over her tongue coating it once more, she grabbed gently upon her clit, her escape button, her quick and easy key to unlocking what she had thought feeling alive meant. It too felt alien and external to the whole of her existence. Suddenly, abruptly she pinched down hard upon it and tilted her head way back so that his cum slowly drained back down her tongue into her throat and she swallowed it down.

Releasing her clit with a raspy gasp, she pulled away the sleep mask and squinted even in the softness of the blue light and peered down at her swollen cunt and half snickered, "I don't think you belong to me any more friend."

Grabbed her vibe that he had tossed to the side she made her way to her feet and slowly wobbled towards the glass door conscience of her nakedness but too distant to care as she locked it and pulled the blinds back. Now as the rubbery feeling in her legs changed over to the familiar pins and needles she made her way to the bathroom.

Time was of the essence. She didn't want to leave him waiting by himself long at the bar but it was imperative that she clean up her sticky body. Turning on the shower she commended herself for being resourceful and having clothes for the bar already laid out on her bed. It would save her time and at the moment making idle decisions just wasn't going to go over well.

Slipping into the warmth of the shower, she tried to picture herself in the tight cream colored sweater she would wear. It was a thinner tank top style sweater but had thick vertical bars that kept it firm even though the material had some stretchy fabric within its blend. Perfect for tucking and pulling the fabric under her breasts giving them more support than one might imagine without a bra. An idea she hoped would be right up his alley. That, matched with some thinly fleece insulted spandex like magenta leggings and a smart black leather jacket, she hoped would continue to hold some physical appeal for him. He had already seen her naked, but there was no reason a girl shouldn't make the effort.

As her soapy hands quickly ran along the contours of her body, various memories darted through her brain and her horny meter began to spike once more.

"Focus girl...focus," she mouthed to herself in the steamy jungle that was her shower.

In another minute the curtain was flung open, the towel grabbed and patted all over, and she made it to the bedroom and turned on the first real light her eyes had seen for what seemed like hours.

She was heading straight for her clothes but as her eyes adjusted she caught a glimpse of herself in the full length mirror by her dresser and curiosity made her step back into its full view. There she was...same awkward self. She stood about around 5'7" and while her breasts and ass were large...curves in the right places so they say...her height still didn't even out for the unwanted curves, still a good 30 pounds overweight, ok...maybe more, but her scale had long since made a home under her bed. And yet, something was different, and not just the numerous bruises and marks she noted along her figure. Though she couldn't help but study them, their patterns, their vibrant colors, and their beauty.

Yes, there was a something beautiful about those marks. A mixture of pride for how well her body had endured and tingling sensation of horniness as she quickly retraced the steps that earned each mark. But more than even that, she had a glow, and not just because of her recent orgasmic release...no this was something deeper. She looked alive, happily alive and to emphasize she straightened her posture to her full height. Sore but happy to stretch she pull her shoulders back, her breasts heaved forward, and a smile she couldn't try to hide forming on her face...she looked good. Good to herself for the first time in a long time.

Her 5 second twists and turns in front of the mirror was so pleasing she stepped towards her bed and dared the demon beneath. Her spark of confidence took power over her, pulled her scale out from under the bed, and now she stared down at its dusty black surface. Deep breath in, one step, two step, onto the scale...eyes closed now as she slowly exhaled.

BEEP BEEP. She peered down...192.

"Fuck" she blurted out as she kicked it back into its dark abode. "OK, cow...get dressed," she mumbled to herself as her recent happy glow was brushed aside.

She grabbed the cream sweater and flipping it up and over her head she began the arduous task of shifting her large curves up inside. You really are a cow, she belittled herself as she fought and molded her breasts within the straining confides of the thin sweater. Finally in place, she reached for her fleece lined leggings but once in her hand she just rubbed her thumbs against the inner lining. The fleece felt great but it was a thin layer and she was beginning to feel self-conscience reasoning take over once more.

She knew how he felt about panties. They had a forthright discussion online about how he felt they were a pointless strip of fabric that put one more layer between him and her. Simply put: it wasn't helping...it was hiding her and it didn't sit well with him.

Still, he had made no clear declaration that they should not be worn tonight, in fact he hadn't discussed what she should wear to the bar at all. I already am going "sans" bra, she mused, and if I get wet...I will probably get wet, the extra padding won't hurt. And so she pulled out a nice but simple hot pink pair of Victoria Secret panties and slipped them on. Then before she could change her mind, she was slipping into her leggings that fit her tight but did a great job of contouring her legs and butt. She gave a cursory look in the mirror. A small bit of that happy glow had returned, but still...still much room for improvement.

She hooked her fitbit on her wrist and noted the time. No time for self loathing now...a little makeup and let's roll.

She did some quick touches, eye shadow and lipstick that matched her leggings and it was a few steps to her nice leather mules with a bit higher heel, a few steps more to the closet with her light black leather jacket, and a few steps more and she was locking the front door.

It was chilly enough out now in later fall that she could see her breath and zipped up her barely covered breasts against the cold. The car was quite chilly and would take a minute to warm up but upon sitting down a fast burning sensation came from her sizable booty. A strong sharp prickly feeling like a bee sting or jellyfish seemed to be coming from all over her backside. His actions not only left visible marks behind but also a tactile sense- a sting.

It was sharp at first like running frozen hands under hot water, but it soon became a constant familiar buzzy feeling and her mind was already distracted once more by all that had and could happen tonight.

Nervous, but trying hard to press forward without focusing on that, she cranked up the radio and sang along. How long had it been since she had done that? Year's maybe? She felt a bit foolish but kept it up. Any distraction, even one that seemed utterly ridiculous at the moment, was well worth it.

It was a short drive and in under ten minutes she was parked and sitting in her car building herself up for that next step. She released the seatbelt and just breathed deep for a moment. The night was getting on, but not late enough that the bar didn't have a random person or couple going in or coming out every few minutes. In her head she thought it all over. What she was to say when she walked up to him. How she hoped the clothing she picked out would meet his approval. Her makeup and perfume...well, she didn't put on any perfume as she knew he wasn't a huge fan. He was...he was waiting to smell her!

Her heart skipped a beat. She had totally forgotten when taking a shower he had said not to wash off her own juices he rubbed on her neck. But she was clean now, just a soapy smell remained. She cringed. Perhaps it was a minor detail, but she was beginning to learn with him that every little thing counted. He was quite observant. He would know.

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"Damn it...damn it...damn it," she began to panic. But she knew it would just make things worse, she had to calm down, had to fix this, had to...

And then the obvious hit her, she had to fix this, had to simply replace the smell of sex and everything would be fine. That was easy enough really, embarrassing sure, but not rocket science. She shifted in her seat trying to work her hand down into her clothing but her zipped jacket was overlapping and too many layers made this impossible.

Another couple left the bar and was headed for a car near hers as she slowly unzipped her jacket. She eyed them but did not stop. Free of the confines of her jacket she breathed a little easier and still eyeing the couple pushed her hand hard and flat against her abdomen and started creeping her fingers down into her leggings.

Of course, no one could see what she was doing. Nothing below her shoulders was likely visible by anyone walking in the parking lot, and it was a dimly lit parking lot at that, but still as another car pulled up and parked close by she couldn't help but feel distracted. Within moments her fingers met with her lips as she shifted her hips to help guide her hand down further. Just as her hand got there now another guy left the bar heading in her direction. Christ, this place is a three ring circus! But more exasperating than the distractions, or perhaps because of them, she discovered that she was only mildly damp between the folds of her soft skin. She had been so wet before and now next to nothing. Perhaps, although unlikely, she had spent up her reserves and her body simply needed to recharge.

The guy heading her way from the bar was coming straight at her. She froze in place with her fingers still pressed against her tender flesh. She was staring at him so intently that he actually noticed and looked at her as he got into the car next to hers. She smiled blankly back at him and then lifted her phone up to her eyes with her other hand as if she had something to see. All she saw was that time was continuing to slip away and she needed to get her mind focused on the task at hand.

It wasn't the first time she had ever touched herself in public but for some reason this time the distractions were throwing her off. She closed her eyes and tried to picture him whispering in her ear.

"I can smell your sex from here slut."

Her mind conjured images of him pinching her, licking her, kissing her deep and wet with her own juices. She began to rub more firmly up and down between her legs as she thought of his firm hand spanking her ass over and over.

The pain and numbness of the binder clips came to her mind and she set the phone down with her other hand and surreptitiously glided it up between one flap of her jacket and her breast quickly locating and pinching down on her nipple. Twisting and tugging it as she reminisced over the feelings that came after he released the clip and replaced it with his hot wet mouth. She thought of the clip he had placed below just to help hold in her wetness...that's how wet she had been. How badly she had longed to touch it, to scratch that primal itch growing stronger and stronger between her legs!

After less than a minute, she thought of the parking lot once more and the people and suddenly envisioned that when she opened her eyes there would be a crowd around her car watching her intently.

Though her heart raced wildly at the thought, her mind was caught up in the fantasy that tonight had been her reality, and for the moment she didn't care. Proving it to herself she pushed two fingers deep into her hole, now wet once more, let out a deep closed mouth moan, and flung her eyes open all at the same time.

Nothing.

Not a single person could she find as her head craned left and right. Smiling she quickly lowered her hand down from her breast and grabbed hold of the front of her leggings and panties and lifted the fabric away from herself so that her other hand could make a smooth escape without losing any of the collected wetness.

Bringing her hand up she admired it and the way the lights in the parking lot gleamed on the thin strands of her homemade silk as she opened and closed her fingers. Then she placed her fingers under one corner of her jaw and slid them towards the center of her throat and then again on the opposite side. Still slightly moist she didn't want to wipe her fingers off on her clothes and so opted for a fast cleaning with her tongue instead.

She had never really considered the thought before meeting him, but perhaps he was right...perhaps she did taste good.

She felt quite naughty and had brief flashes of moral guilt but these were fleeting.

Opened the car door, slinging her small purse on her shoulder, she didn't even think to bother with rezipping her jacket. The fresh cool air felt good. It smelled good and just as she got to the door of the bar she caught the whiff of something else: the smell of sex. The smell of her sex to be precise, and he was right about one thing. Whether it was a perverted thing to do or not, it did carry an intoxicating allure to it and she smiled timidly as she opened the door and stepped inside.

It had been years since she had been in this bar, but as she looked about its familiar décor and arrangement all seemed about the same. PA speakers were droning on some local classic rock station. The place was broken up into three basic seating areas: one wall of booths to the left, in the center were eight or so four top tables, and to the right was a bar that ran the length of the floor until it cut like and "L" shape way in the back by the one coin play pool table and the bathrooms.

You could say the place fit the typical dimly lit, smoky, 'hole in the wall' bar feel, but not quite. The lights were far from blindingly bright, but all down the bar under the counter were large mirror panels instead of the typical wooden planks and this helped to reflect the light. Also there was no 'smoky' because at some point since she was in last smoking had been banned to only the outside patio section.

She glanced around walking between the booths and tables and while there were a few couples seated at booths, a couple more at tables, and one lone guy sitting at a booth by himself, she saw no one fitting his description and no sign of her red scarf. Abruptly she stopped somewhere in the middle and began to shift her gaze back and forth like a periscope. Nonchalantly at first, but as seconds passed without sighting him she felt more and more eyes falling on her and her pulse began to quicken.

Did I take too long? Did he already leave? Or worse yet...was it all some sick game and he never even showed up to begin with?

At the last thought, he heart sank and she began to feel very small. Then she remembered she was wearing no bra and she was certain her hard nipples were obvious to anyone looking at her and it felt like everyone was staring. Her mind began to say louder and louder to turn around and bolt for the door as if to hide the shame that no witness there would even understand. But she didn't bolt.

What if he is just in the bathroom? Hope, a small hope was rekindling inside her. The idea was like a life jacket on a sinking ship and her mind clung to it.

As she focused in on the area back by the bathrooms in hope of possibly seeing him pop out just at that moment, she noticed a man at that far corner of the bar nursing a beer. That area was less lit up and the man was in shadow, but her heart lit up as she began to move again in his direction.

She made her way through the tables over to the bar and then began walking the long length of it down towards this man in shadow. With each step closer she could feel her heartbeat stronger and this time not out of embarrassment. No this was a nervous excitement of finally meeting this man face to face and she could feel her body flush all over. Her pussy tingled at the slight pressure change as her thighs softly brushed it with each step and she could feel her erect nipples stretching firmly into the fabric of her sweater. But now she was happy her jacket was unzipped. She was happy the clear outline of her nipples would be on display for him. His pleasure was her pleasure... and he would be pleased.

There were a few patrons sitting on barstools down the main length of the bar and she caught the attention of more than one, but her eyes stayed fixed on her shadow man at the end. When she was about fifteen feet from the corner at the end he looked up and his eyes locked with hers. He was becoming more visible as was the grin that began to spread just slightly at the corners of his mouth.

She rounded the corner, their eyes still locked, and it was then she caught a glimpse of something red hanging over one corner on the back of his stool and knew just what it was. Turning the stool next to him so she would be facing him when she sat down, she set her pocketbook down on the counter, and leaned in closer to him. By now her soft brown eyes could no longer hold his gaze and they were cast down as if she were talking to legs or perhaps something between them when she said in a soft undertone,"Thank you, Sir." Then she sat down and shifted her gaze to her pocketbook which she immediately began to fiddle with.

Until, that is, she felt his hand on her arm and she felt him pull her slowly but firmly in his direction. She let her torso to follow her arm and felt his breath on her neck suddenly as he brought his face close to hers.