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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Just a short story.
The very special lady who inspired this story knows who she is so thank you to her. If you read this and like it, I am always looking for inspiration and ideas so come chat with me.
It is a cool early spring evening in late March. The early year birds are settling in to their nightly patterns, the daffodils proudly stand tall, ready to open their petals and reveal their deep yellow inners. The temperature has dropped and you can watch the patterns of your breath as the air leaves your body. I arrive back to the Vicarage. Take my key from my pocket and fumble with it. I have been here three weeks and still have difficulty working the lock. All I want is a hastily made a cup of tea and a warm by the barely working heater whilst happily sitting in my favourite chair reading.
As the door opens I hear a quiet, a nervous woman’s voice from behind me.
“Vicar?”
I am startled and drop the key. “Bugger!” I curse under my breath. I bend down for the key and once I have trapped it between my thumb and finger I look around. A pair of high heeled patent shoes shining in the porchlight enclosing what seems to be black fishnets, above those the hem of a long coat that is almost a khaki but I’m not sure, as I stand key in hand and my gazer moves upward there is a long belt hanging from the coat and it is tightly wrapped at the top. Finally I see who the shoes and coat belong to. “Dawn?” I ask.
“Yes Vicar, I am so sorry to bother you. I realise its late but I need to talk, please. May I come in?”
I am surprised but pleasantly so. I have only spoken to this lady on a couple of occasions but my general impression is that she is nice, a nurse if I remember and I do admit to thinking that she is quite a good looking woman too. I am also happy that she has sought me out if she needs something. The first parishioner to do so.
“Yes, please come in” I gesture for her to walk inside and I follow. The main door leads straight to the lounge and it’s a little dingy but the light switch is by the door. I turn the light on and face her as I remove my jacket. I ask if she would like me to take her coat. She looks almost nervous as she waits to make up her mind and it’s a little awkward.
“You can keep it on if you like” I say light-heartedly “After all it is a little cool in here”
“It’s not that Vicar” she says “It’s just that…well I had better show you”
She begins to unbutton the coat. She does it slowly, deliberately taking her time, starting at the bottom. One button, then two. When the third button unfastens I catch a glimpse of stocking top and realise she is not wearing a skirt of trousers. I have no idea what is happening but im not going to stop her. The belt is unfastened and then the remaining 3 buttons towards the top of the coat are undone, she eases the coat from her shoulders and lets it drop to the floor. There she stands, maybe 5' 5, a wonderful slightly curvy figure, black see through Basque, a golden cross above the breast, black thigh length stockings and heels. Blonde shoulder length hair cut into a bob and grey eyes that shine like pools of water in the deepest mountain lake that I find myself staring directly into. I cannot speak. I am hyp**tised and rooted to the spot. It takes her voice to break the spell.
“Vicar, I am as horny as fuck and I don’t know where else to turn” she says.
I don’t reply. I move towards her and immediately we are into the first kiss. I am actually nervous but overtaken by excitement. The first touch of a tongue and taste of a lip. My hands around her back, feeling her shoulders, the side of her body, hips and bottom. I want to reach down further, I want to separate and look into her eyes again but I can’t. The kissing is all encompassing, I open my eyes, hers are opened briefly, a hint of grey before they close again. It’s been 30 seconds and I am starting to grow already.
I pull away, take her by the hand and lead her to the stairs. I move close and we kiss again. Slower this time. More exploratory, more relaxed. I can feel her lips on my lips, her tongue caresses mine, I can taste her saliva. Right now nothing else matters, this woman is the whole centre of my whole universe. There is no one and nothing else in the world at present. All I want now is to taste her, smell her. I want to undress her and explore her. Please her. I want to look at her and have her burned into my memory like a landscape or a sunset.
She pulls away from me. I’m a little worried but she smiles, reaches to collar and poulls it away, dropping it to the floor. She moves to my shirt and slowly unbuttons it. As it hangs open she puts her hand on my chest and rubs hard. My nipples become erect, she looks down at my crotch and my hardness is obvious through my trousers. She smiles again before removing the shirt from my shoulders and allowing it to also drop to the floor. We cuddle, I can feel her Basque against my chest. I gently nibble her ear, move to her cheek, shoulder, the nape of her neck and then her throat, a gentle suck. Her breathing has quickened, her head is held backwards, she looks so graceful and I can smell her perfume. I can’t place it but its feminine and perfect . I reach down and unfasten the clasp between her breasts, a small gap appears, I unfasten the second and the third and her shapely, ample breasts are before me, a wonderful sight. Her nipples are erect, I lower my mouth to her left breast, put my lips over the nipple and flick it with my tongue. She gasps. My hand moves to her right breast, I find her nipple and gently pinch. We lay back on the bed.
My hand moves very gently, almost as a breeze down her body towards her hip. I move away from her breast and kneel by her knees. l slowly remove her stockings one at a time, ever mindful of their fragility. As I pull the first over her thigh I see a glimpse of her labia. The stocking comes down beyond her knee, over her calf and away from her foot. I remove the second in the same way. She is laid on her back. Knees drawn up, legs slightly open, breasts bared, bare legged. I ask her to lay on her front and she complies. I move to her, put my hands on her shoulders and gently pull the face of my nails down her back, over her covered buttocks and along the back of her thigh, stopping at the knees before reversing direction and moving up her body again. I kiss the back of her neck, between her shoulder blades and the nape of her back. I then kiss the back of her thighs, wet kisses , full kisses.
She turns over again. I put my hands at both her hips, she raises her bottom so I can remove the last of her clothing. As her Basque falls to the floor I look at her. I want to taste her and she knows it. I place my hands on her legs and gently rub, I begin to tease. Tracing my fingers around her hips, the top of her legs, the nape of her buttocks purposely brushing her shaved smooth pubic area. I can see that she is wet, she is moving herself towards my fingers. I use my index finger and trace the shape of her sex gradually increasing pressure until her wetness allows me to part her lips. I gently insert a finger and she moans. I begin to push and out, she joins me in the rhythm. One finger, two fingers, gently at first but she is thrusting harder and harder and I’m allowing her to lead. A minute, two minutes and then she arches her back and lets out a gasp. I hold my fingers there as she trembles against them until she begins to breathe again. I move towards her and we kiss. Her first orgasm.
I wait for her to open her eyes. A few seconds as her breathing normalises and then they flutter. I look directly at her and lift my hand to my mouth. My gaze never leaving hers, I suck her juices from my fingers. Her sticky sweet nectar mixes with my saliva as I move my mouth to hers, we kiss wetly sharing her quickly diluting taste before I move away.
I walk to a chest of drawers, open the top one and lay its contents onto the top. Several neckties, a long crop, short handled cat of nine tails and then I find what I am searching for. Feather tickler in hand I approach the bed again a slight smile on my face. I’m aware that my cock is protruding through the material of my trousers. I can feel a little wetness of my own. She raises her hand, stopping me as I reach the bed. Raising herself she crawls to its edge and lays on her front, her breasts hang for a moment and I adore this lady. She reaches out and unfastens my belt. I unconsciously push my hips forward as she unfastens the clasp on my trousers, pulls down my zip and lets my trousers fall to the ground. I am aching for her to touch me. She puts her fingers into the top of my briefs, I can see her smile as she acknowledges the wet spot where my pre cum has been. She pulls them down, over my hips, working to pull them over my protruding manhood, over my thigh towards my knees. She can reach down any further. I lay the tickler on the bed and finish removing both my briefs and trousers as quickly as I can. I feel ready to explode, my belly is an ocean of sensation as though a thousand electrodes are spinning and igniting, dancing and celebrating, it’s all encompassing, I can’t breathe and know I won’t be able to again until this lady touches me, grasps me, holds me….and then she does.
Her hand moves to my shaft and her fingers gently curl around it. She increases the pressure of her grip slightly and slowly moves her hand towards its tip. A drop of pre cum appears and she delicately rubs her thumb over it and massages into the head of my cock. I breathe again. She smiles, moves away from me and beckons me onto the bed. I have been touched and I’m beginning to calm. This lady, this goddess is in front of me. I want to taste her more, I want to please her more, I want to run my fingers through her hair as I feel her body spasm and react to my touch.
Without conversation or thought we lay head to toe. I’m aching to taste her and I’m aching to be touched. I move my head towards her inner thigh, there is no protest, she opens her legs wider. She knows what I want to do and she invites me in. I place my hands on her clit and part her swollen slight red lips and then my tongue touches her, tastes her and as I lay savouring this delectable feast of humanity she takes my manhood into her mouth. I can feel her tongue on my tip and then her warm wet mouth envelopes me and I gasp. I stop for a moment and savour the sensation. Her hand clasps my testicles, she squeezes gently as her mouth teases my cock. She is not trying to make me orgasm, she is being far too gentle for that and with the relief of that realisation I resume my own pleasure. Licking, kissing almost suckling like a newborn calf, I want to take every last drop from her, I’m a dying man in an oasis greedily drinking the sweet, life giving liquid on offer. We stay like this for several minutes both lost in the pleasure of giving and receiving. Several times we have changed position a little keeping ourselves comfortable and we have both stopped to lose ourselves in the ecstasy of the moment. My lips are wet with a mix of my own saliva and her juices and there have been two occasions where her hips have begun to move as I’ve added my fingers to my mouth and pushed her towards orgasm but stopped just short.
“Wait” she asks as she moves off the bed towards where I emptied the drawer. I watch as she picks up four ties, one at a time. She quite deliberately lets each unfurl from her hand to the ground as she chooses each and then trails them behind her as she walks back. She takes my hand and positions me on my back. My head is on the pillow as she ties my wrist to the bed. She walks around and then ties my other wrist and then both ankles, I don’t resist. She climbs back onto the bed. “What am I going to do with you now?” she asks, smiling. I offer no reply. She climbs onto the top of my legs, grabs my shaft and puts it inside her. I gasp as it enters her. She slowly moves up and down, her hands laid flat on my chest. Her hair is over her eyes as her head is bowed. She moves forwards, backwards, forwards again. I’m trying to lift my hips in unison, trying to get deeper inside her. Her pace increases, she sits straight up and sweeps the hair from in front of her eyes. She leans forward and we kiss, deeply, wetly. Her hands go back to my chest, she brushes my nipples, they are hard and I love the feeling and then she pinches them, not hard but just hard enough. I’m ready to come, all I want to is explode inside this woman. I can feel my legs begin to stiffen, I’m thrusting as hard as I can, sweat is starting to build on my brow. She knows. She can feel it too. My cock is throbbing inside her. “Not yet” she announces as she slows her rhythm. I can’t stop, I’m still jacking. She places her hand on my hips and pushes down. “Not yet” she repeats, a smile on her face.
Lifting her hips she allows my cock to slide out of her. I can feel her wetness and my own as it collapses onto my belly. She moves to my chest and sits there leaving a trail of her wetness up my torso. Her legs are spread wide open as her hand moves towards her clit. I watch as her fingers touch the soft flesh. She begins to rub herself, I watch as her fingers move around her own sex, she seems to build into a rhythm moving around my chest. Her pace increases and I am mesmerised by this beautiful woman, I can see her wetness glistening then she begins to gasp until she reaches a crescendo and arches her back spasaming as the orgasm rushes through her, she moves her hand and moves her sex towards my face and buries it on my mouth. I lick the wetness, darting my tongue in and out of her loving the stickiness and it touches my nose, cheeks, chin and lips until the gasping becomes less frequent, less audible and the movement less erratic until it stops. She moves away and lies beside me. I want to hold her but cant. She lays for several moments and then sits up. “Your turn now” she says as she turns around. I get a view of her wonderful bottom, her buttocks moving slightly. I am still hard and have been for as long as I can remember. It feels as though I was born hard and have never stopped been that way. My cock is throbbing, my mind is screaming and its the most wonderful sensation I can think of.
She grasps my shaft again and rubs her fingers up and down it, over the head which is now sensitive to air, never mind a touch and I spasm involuntarily and she giggles. I feel her tongue as it travels up and down. My cock is twitching on its own and then she squeezes it tightly, holding it for 10 seconds before moving her hand up and down it. I am quickly at the verge of orgasm again, my breath is coming in gasps, my legs are twitching, her head is laid on my stomach, her hair tickling gently and her hand and mouth are alternately giving me the most unbearable pleasure I have ever endured. Again she squeezes. My eyes are closed but I feel her move, I open them to see she is now knelt between my legs. “Ready” she asks.
My mind is screaming “Yes” but she doesn’t expect an answer and starts to once again tease, wank, lick and suck me. I can feel the pressure mounting again. My body begins to react again. That now too familiar sensation, my legs stiffening, my hand moving involuntarily and now were close, im praying she does not stop this time. She continues her hand moving up and down, faster and faster. I’m saying “Yes, don’t stop, please don’t stop, yes, yes” and then it’s there, I can feel it beginning to happen and then it begins, I feel the first spurt. Its gone over my shoulder, passed my tied hand and hit the curtain but the second spurt is already out “don’t stop, keep going, don’t stop” I’m almost screaming, the sensation is all encompassing, my physical, sensual and spiritual self are as one in the ecstasy I am feeling as wave after of my juice is released, over myself, her hand and the bed. After what seems to be an age but is probably only four or five seconds it becomes too much. “Stop” I gasp. She doesn’t. “Stop” I gasp again and she slows the rhythm, and releases a little pressure. I’m trying to draw my knees up, trying to move away but I can’t. I know I can slip the restraints but don’t want to. I’m not used to not been in charge but in all honesty I don’t want this to end. I lay back, I’m exhausted, spent. She looks at me with my juice on her hand and she licks it, then she kisses me deeply and wetly, her saliva, my saliva and a touch of myself. She unfastens my arms and lays on me our bodies as one, sharing warmth, skin on skin, juice with juice. We cuddle for a short while and then reach for the baby wipes.
A little later after a coffee and some cake she is ready to leave. I hold her tightly as we kiss. We don’t speak and I wonder if I will ever meet this lovely lady again in the same way? I know I will keep her in my memory forever and maybe that should be enough. I am greedy though.
If you have got to the end then thank you for taking the time and I hope you enjoyed it. Hopefully I will post more soon.
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