FabSwingers.com forum: The meet

By *torm in a G cup OP Woman
over a year ago

Land of the Long White Cloud

We had met before, several times, but this time felt different.

This time was not to be at a hotel, but at a house I had rented out in another town.

As usual he described what I was to wear - black stockings with suspenders and my black lacy bra and panties and of course the blindfold. There was also a list of items to bring and that I was to display them all on the bed for his viewing and approval. When ready for him I was to text him and wait for him stood facing away from the door.

It seemed to take forever until I heard his car tyres on the driveway, then the car door close and finally the front door open and close again.

That delicious anticipation of his voice, his touch. Not knowing how or where he would touch me - each time it had been different.

I felt his presence in the room, heard his breathing. My skin electric, but no touch.

I heard him moving over to the bed - would he approve of the items?

Then bedsprings creaking and some other noises that sounded like scratching. Finally I hear him move closer to me, smell his aftershave. He must be close enough to touch, but still nothing.

He moves past me and I hear more noises to my left side.

A clearing of his throat then that deep growl "Very good slut, move forwards til you feel my legs then bend over"

My legs are trembling, my voice little more than a whisper "yes Sir"

Two tentative steps and I feel his thigh. I bend myself over his lap. He's wearing jeans and I can feel his bulge through them.

His hand gently strokes my buttocks, moving the fabric of my panties aside. Then a gentle tap.

He has brought his cane. Another sighting tap before the familiar sound through the air and the thwack and sting as it connects with my exposed flesh. My body moves forwards as I try to stifle my moan.

His hand again, gently caressing.

By *torm in a G cup OP Woman
over a year ago

Land of the Long White Cloud

Then another swish and the sting this time on the other cheek and a little harder. Again the familiar gentle touch on my searing skin. Testing my limits, each one a little harder than the last. Needing to hear my moans, his own breathing becoming more ragged.

My legs shaking and giving way with each strike.

"Good girl, you may stand"