Unexpected….. - Part 1 to 3

Part I

It was following a breakup that we talked, having been a friend I could confide in with anything for years. “Come visit” she said, “we’ll spend the weekend chilling out, going for drives and forgetting the world”. Sounded like exactly what I needed.

In the two hour drive to her place, I was finally feeling good about life, excited to see my friend after a long gap between visits. The excitement grew with every kilometer under my tires, by the time I arrived my heart was thumping in my chest! We had once had an encounter before, a night shared together, but what had cemented her firmly in my heart and life was the connection between us, natural as the coursing of a river. She was someone I could not live without being in my life, or I in hers.

When she opened the door and leapt at me for an engulfing embrace my soul was singing and I felt nothing other than pure joy and contentment! Ahh I was alive again! I stashed my things in her room while she told me we’d have to share her bed as there was only two rooms and her housemates were home for the weekend. That was fine with me, there was never any inkling in my mind of any kind of mischief between us, the one occurrence before was a one off thing that I never imagined would be repeated and it was years ago. Sure, there had been a few flirty & revealing snapchats over the years, and more than one very revealing discussion, but we had a friendship where those type of things were discussed openly.

I have to admit that I couldn’t help but notice the way her jeans hugged the fine curves of her behind as she danced about the kitchen while she cooked; mesmerizing is the only way to described the way she moved. We spent the evening eating her delicious cooking and shared a bottle of Shiraz, and being hypnotized by the way her blue-grey eyes sparkled as we talked, her naturally husky voice producing words spoken like silk. As much as I had decided in my mind there was no chance of anything sexual between us I had to acknowledge that everything she did sent a shiver down my spine and a piercing grab at my heart.

We settled in the lounge watching an old horror flick, her sprawled relaxingly on the couch and I at a friends distance in a recliner. As we watched my eyes kept drifting back over to her, laying so languorously, her flaxen hair spilling backwards over the armrest like a waterfall frozen in time. My heart kept urging my arm to give in to the desire to reach over and run my fingers through it, but my mind held-fast and firmly refused to let it happen. I wouldn’t cross that friendship line.

Finally we retired to bed, god how cute was when she returned from the bathroom in a striped t-shirt and flannelette pajama pants, one of those women that can look amazing in anything she wore. As she climbed in beside me my mind was now fighting with itself about how it would feel to spoon with her, how her petite frame would feel wrapped in my arms and curled up against me. It was torture.....

Part II

The following morning after a restless night as my mind wrestled with desires and imaginings, “Morning” she mumbled with a voice like honeycomb, still half asleep and hair perfectly messy. I watched discreetly as she walked out to go shower. As I heard the water start my mind began to race again....”she’s nude right now, and only two plaster walls separating us....” god, shut up brain! It would not, and all I could think of was her slipping off her clothes and stepping under that stream of steaming water, running in beads down her milky white skin, desperately wishing that I was slipping in there with her. “That’s it, extremely cold shower for me when I have one”.

We went out touring for the day through the hills, chocolate factory visit, wineries, a long walk through manicured gardens, photos of her walking with her little dog under an archway canopy of wisteria, and chancing upon a roadside jam donut van on the way back again. Such a day, the troubles of life forgotten and the simple pleasures of the time together, it was how life is meant to be.

A quick round of shopping for tea and back to hers for another sumptuous meal, good music cranked up as we cooked together while singing, laughing, and a quick waltz across the tiled floor to a good old country tune. If nothing else had happened that weekend, it was a day I would always savor in my memories.

Two of the wines we had bought that day were devoured, and again we settled in the lounge flicking channels for a while. After a big day and the two bottles of wine we were both a bit tuckered out. Those silken lips parted again to spill words like liquid sugar “I’m going to go get ready for bed, come in when you’re ready....” and I gazed at her fine behind slack jawed as she sauntered away towards the bedroom.......

Part III

I waited a good 15 minutes, trying to quiet my mind and calm my heart before arising from the lounge to head for bed. Knocking on the door that was slightly ajar, I heard no response and slowly pushed it open. She wasn’t in there? “Oh well, I’m hopping into bed anyway”. As I relaxed into the pillows, eyes three quarters closed, tired from the day, I heard the door slowly open across the carpet.

Through just-open eyes I glanced across to the door, only to take in the fact of how a girl in plain old pjs could look so damn ravishing. My eyes were not closed over long! She stood there in the doorway, bedside lamp casting perfect shadows across her body clad in a two piece from Honey Birdette, a sheer lace gown draped from her shoulders. My heart stopped completely. No more imagining what the curves of her body looked like, or how her bare skin looked against the contrast of dark lingerie. The coy smile on her face showed that she knew she had made the impact she was aiming for.

The expression on my own must have given it away, I’m not sure what it was as I’d lost all sensation or control of my facial muscles but I’m sure it was a combination of shock, ecstasy, and a kid on Christmas morning.

As she luringly took the first step into the room, I noticed from her right hand dangled a pair of studded leather cuffs with white lace trim. “A mixture of naughty & nice” my scrambled mind somehow managed to put together coherently.

I ran my eyes over her again and again as she took each slow step towards where I lay on the bed, trying to memorize perfectly every inch of how she looked because in all my fevered dreaming I’d never have imagined this perfection that stood before me. As she reached the edge of the bed with hands firmly on her hips she asked “So; do you like?”. I replied a long “Uh-huuuuh!!” but I’m certain that what fell from my mouth was nowhere near that intelligible. “Good” she replied as she cast a leg across me and slid down to straddle my waist, the light weight of her and softness of her skin was like a touch of heaven, my senses in overdrive at hyper awareness.

“Here is what is going to happen” she said firmly in her throaty tones. “You are going to take these” as she placed the cuffs on my chest, “and restrain me however you want to. Then....” and she slid her hands softly upwards along my chest to reach behind the pillow my head rested on, her barely covered breasts scant centimeters from my face and the barest scent of her vanilla body wash emanating from her neck. I could feel every detail of her taut, white stomach against me, “....you will take this....”, she was so close I could feel the slight vibrations of her voice in her chest. She slowly drew backwards to sitting upright to reveal in her hands a blue and black spreader bar with stainless steel joining rings, “....and you will position me the way you want me. After that, I am yours to do with as you please. I am now your plaything.” The smile on her face told me that she was every bit as excited and desiring of this as I had been for a long time.

My heart was almost beating out of my chest, my ears hot and burning with the blood coursing through my body. I sat up to meet her face to face as she sat astride me, wrapping my arms behind her lower back. “You will be safe with me. I will put you through what may at times seem like punishment, but afterwards I will care for you.” I breathed, and I finally took the chance to press my lips against the perfect softness of her own.

Read on in part IV……