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By *urvitlots OP Man
over a year ago
Glasgow/Edinburgh |
…… ‘Come with me’ said Irene. ‘Where are we going now, to the Argyll?’ I said. ‘No’ said Irene, ‘there is more fun to be had. Are you up for it or are you spent already?’ ‘That was amazing but I’m not spent yet’ I said, ‘what are you planning and where are we going?’ I said. ‘Just wait and see’ she said and with a wee wink looped her arm in mine and guided me back into the street.
My mind was racing, what just happened? Will I be able to come again - ‘of course you will you stupid idiot’ I said to myself. Where are we going? What are we going to do next? Will Iona be there? Will we really be having a threesome? What do I do? Do I have a hole in my sock? I don’t have my pulling pants on but these ones seem to have worked!
Irene led me in silence past the Argyll and on to Marchmont Crescent, and about halfway round the arc she led me to a blue door, used her key and entered the stairway. She pushed me forcefully against the wall of the hallway at the bottom of the stairs and then kissed me full on and hard on the lips, raising her leg between my legs and pressing her thigh into my groin. I felt myself stiffen and could feel the wet patch from the remnants of my cum. After a minute of good snogging Irene led me up the stairs to the second floor and opened the door to her flat with her key.
We entered into a square hallway with a lovely wooden floor. There were five doors off the hallway. I could see the kitchen, what must be the bathroom and a living room. The other two doors were shut. Irene went into the kitchen and I followed. ‘Do you want that beer?’ She said. I replied ‘Yes please, I’m gasping’ and Irene opened the fridge and handed me a Peroni and a bottle opener in the shape of a rather large circumcised cock! She poured herself a some white wine from the fridge.
‘Do you trust me?’ She said. ‘What do you mean?’ I replied. ‘Do you trust me implicitly, without question, knowing that I want to give you a good time, get down and naughty with you, and if you let me look after you and trust me then your mind will be blown as well as your cock’. ‘Well if the last 20 minutes has been anything to go by my mind and cock are already blown! So if there is more to come and you will look after me I’m up for it’ I said. ‘Good, I was hoping you would say that, come this way then’.
Irene led me into the bathroom and said ‘Have a piss and then take your clothes off and get in the shower’. My cock was semi hard when I unzipped and I struggled to aim the resultant two streams into the bowl while Irene watched. After finishing (I needed that) I unbuttoned my trousers, took off my T-shirt, boxers and socks and stepped into the shower that Irene had already started running. ‘There is soap in the caddy, make sure you give that cock a good rub’ she said. I quickly gave myself an all over wash, lingering perhaps a bit too long on my cock and balls but Irene did say to make sure they were clean. All the time I could see through the glass door that she was watching me. She took a towel off the rail and held it out for me, my cue to turn off the shower and get out.
She wrapped me up in the big warm towel and gave me a rub dry, giving me a kiss on the lips during the process. ‘Come on this way now’ she said and we went out into the hall towards one of the unopened doors. ‘This is where you have to start to trust me implicitly’ she said. ‘Face the door and stand still’. She was behind me and she took off my towel, running her fingernails gently down my bare back from the nape of my neck to the crack of my bum. I shivered with the pleasure. Then I felt something above my head and slide down onto my forehead and cover my eyes. A blindfold. ‘What’s this, whats going on?’ I said. ‘You said you would trust me, so keep quiet and go with the flo, I promise you, you will enjoy it’. Irene led me into the room and guided me to what must be a bed, ‘Lie down on your back with your legs stretched straight out and your arms out wide’. I did as I was told, the sheets were warm and the mattress comfy - but no duvet. I felt Irene take my left wrist and attach it to what must have been a noose of soft rope. My arm was pulled up slightly suspended by the rope. She did the same to my right wrist and arm. ‘Trust me’, she said, ‘you will come to no harm, Iona asked me to get you ready for her’. My cock twitched at the thought of Iona and what was to come.
Irene then did the same to my legs, tying my ankles to what I assumed must be the bed with the soft rope. I was spread eagled, but comfy, my mind in overdrive thinking what would be coming next and my senses beginning to heighten with the blindfold on.
Irene said ‘Now for some personal grooming’. I felt a warm wet hand on my cock and balls and then the sound of an aerosol. Then what must have been shaving foam was rubbed on my cock and balls and pubes. My whole body stiffened in anticipation of what must be coming next - God I hope she knows what she is doing! Irene quickly and confidently took hold of the foreskin of my cock and pulled up my cock vertically and I could feel the razor catching on the hairs. My cock and balls had never been anywhere near a razor - and only occasionally near a pair of scissors when the pubes get too long and caught under the foreskin and need a trim. Irene worked away, me holding my breath and hoping that there would be no blood. After doing my cock she cupped my scrotum and shaved my balls. I could feel her soft warm hands on my balls as the hair was removed. She rubbed them gently feeling for any stray hairs and using the razor again to catch them. After the initial surprise subsiding my semi hard on, the feel of her hands on my balls got me aroused again and I could feel a little bit of pre-cum ooze from my cock. Irene moved on to my pubic area and quickly and expertly removed the remaining hair and then wiped me down with a towel.
‘There, thats better’, she said. ‘I better do myself too’. Senses and hearing heightened with the blindfold I could swear I could hear the buttons on her shirt being undone and the zip being pulled down on her jeans. I also heard the clasp on her bra being undone and Irene stepping out of her knickers. She was on my right side. I also heard the shaving foam again and the sound of the razor catching on some stubble. ‘Iona likes a landing strip to guide her to my honey hole’ she said, ‘that’s it re-trimmed. Do you want a feel?’ ‘Of course’ I said and with that she loosened the taughtness of the rope to my right fist allowing my arm to fall slightly. I felt her hold my hand and manipulate my middle finger so it was the only finger sticking out. She moved my finger and it touched her newly trimmed pubes. She ran it down from the top of her pubic area down the strip and I could feel it part the folds of her pussy, rub over her clitoris and down into her wetness.. She didn’t let it linger long but it didn’t need to be there long to get wet. She then moved my finger away, I hoped she would move it so I could smell and taste it, but instead she tightened the rope around my wrist again pulling my arm up and out of reach of my eager mouth and nose. I then felt her lips envelope my whole index finger as she sucked off her own wetness from my finger.
‘Be right back’ she said …….. |