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Steph's surprise - parts one and two
be careful lest wishes are fulfilled
Visits with Stephanie were the highlights of my year. Every year. Carefully planned and awaited with eager anticipation. My longing for her company flipped between my head and my groin. Her warmth and her openness tapped a feeling that we’d been good friends forever – someone with whom I could unreservedly be myself, sharing my joys and fears without judgment, and be a repository for my absolute trust. Yet her sexual energy blew through my brain and infused my every nerve with tension that demanded release, urgently and often. The combination of comfort and exhilaration was an exquisite narcotic… and I was helplessly hooked.
We had agreed to meet for dinner and that she would spend the night. It was to be our ‘reconnection’ night after a long separation - low key: jeans and a bistro. We’d plan grander evenings out for later on in my visit.
Waiting for Steph in the cozy comfort of my small boutique hotel, the seconds ticked leisurely by. Knowing I’d be sure to have a few minutes to wait after our appointed meeting time, I dressed slowly and fiddled with the room, reorganizing the towels and pillows just so, and only then taking the stair to the lobby. ‘Sorry. I’m on my way’ came the expected text. I let my breathing become slow and deliberate, enjoying the moments of anticipation until she would waft through the door and my heart would soar.
There she was! Friend and fantasy in one beautiful package, dressed in blue jeans and a white silk shirt, low boots adding three inches to her stature and her hair tied back, allowing me, and the world, to enjoy the defined cheekbones framing her lovely face. I gave her the room number so she could go up to drop off her bag and I called an Uber to the restaurant.
Over dinner, we catch up with the banalities of our lives and told stories of new places and new experiences since last we’d met. At one point, during dessert, she reaches a hand across to place it on mine, holding my attention. ‘Rob, you know you’d said that you wanted to explore some new experiences with me, something edgy?’ ‘Well, yes’, I say, a lump forming in my throat. ‘OK, I think I have something that you might like. Do you want me to tell you about it or do you want to be surprised?’ Now my heart is pounding. I think for a few seconds, look directly into Steph’s eyes, and say ‘surprise me.’ She nods but says nothing more. I order coffee but she declines ‘I’d be too wired’ and she throws me a look that I can only describe as ‘sly’.
As we leave the restaurant Steph says ‘I want you to come back to mine’. Realizing that I have given up any control of the situation, I say ‘yes, of course’ and Steph takes my arm and leads me on foot. Apparently we are not far from her place.
We descend some steps. Keys jangle, and a pair of locks are opened. We step inside to a small hallway leading to a living room with the usual sofa, TV, and a desk. There’s a door to a bathroom and a kitchen area is visible through an alcove. Steph steps through another door into her bedroom and turns on bedside lights that fill the room with a soft glow. ‘Sit down, and I’ll pour a glass of wine’ she calls. I do, and she does.
Steph sits across from me, leans forward, and takes both my hands. ‘You trust me?’ ‘Absolutely!’ I tell her ‘Always! You know that.’ She smiles. ‘Follow me. Bring your wine.’ I follow her into the bedroom. Besides the large bed, bedside tables, and a large wall mirror, there is an upright chair like a dining chair with arms. Steph says ‘please take off all your clothes and sit there.’ I comply. Next, she produces a length of cord and lightly binds my arms together behind the back of the chair. I’m sure I can get free if I wished but, really, why would I?
She kindly places my wine glass in my hand and I find that I can crane my neck to take sips. I become aware that my cock is hardening - and reflexively rising from my lap, its reptilian cock-brain anticipating whatever might follow.
Steph smiles sweetly. ‘I’ll be right back’ she says, stepping into the living room and pulling the door ajar behind her. I wait, sip wine, and I wonder. I hear some chill music begin to play. The bedroom door opens - and I catch my breath. Steph stands in the door and strikes a model pose, knee crooked forward. She is wearing that dress – the tiny black dress that I’ve seen only on her Twitter feed. It barely contains her breasts - they hadn’t been so obvious under the shirt she had been wearing, but the dress exposes their round curves from the side and in the deep V of the neckline. Below the dress Steph’s legs are encased in thigh-length black suede boots and, above the dress, her long, shining hair cascades down below her shoulders. A broad grin forms on Steph’s face: she knew exactly the effect the ensemble would have on me - a fact that is now rudely apparent from the rigidity of my cock at full mast.
The scene paused for a long moment. Nothing was said. Then a soft tap at the front door startled me – surely this amazingly promising moment wasn’t to be interrupted? But then Steph actually winked, turned around, and walked slowly to the door, buttocks visibly rotating under her dress. Reaching the door, she leaned forward for a moment, deliberately allowing the back of the dress to rise and show me her beautiful round, naked, bum. Now my brain and body were jangling with explosions of excitement - and of fear. What the fuck?
The front door to the flat opened. A man’s figure appeared: of medium height with wavy dark hair and wearing a light suede jacket. From his skin tone, he appeared to be Mediterranean, or perhaps South American. I could see, but not hear, him greeting Steph with his hands on her waist and a light kiss on her upturned mouth. Very aware that I was naked and defenseless, that he would be able to see me, and that I didn’t know his intentions, I felt, and fought, a strong impulse to escape my bonds. Remember, I told myself, I asked for this - more or less. And I’d said I trusted her. And I did. So relax... relax…
I watched Steph take the visitor’s hand and lead him toward the bedroom. He entered the room and smiled warmly at me. Steph introduced us: ‘Rob, this is my friend Jaime’. Jaime nodded and smiled again – but said nothing. He turned to Steph and she leaned into him, pressing her body full length against his. Their mouths connected and locked while their hands explored gently down each other’s back. It was obvious that they were hot for each other - and also that they were very comfortable together.
Steph, lips still working Jaime’s, peeled off his jacket and dropped it to the floor. She unbuttoned his shirt top to bottom, revealing a light mat of chest hair that extended past his navel. Her hand went down to the evident bulge in his pants and her elegant fingers grazed it from bottom to top. Then her mouth left his and she dropped to her knees, unzipping his fly with practiced hands, and eased down his trousers and underpants. My mind flashed with shocking images of everything that I now clearly saw was about to unfold. Jaime’s cock sprang forward, close to Steph’s face. First, she glanced at me with a little Mona Lisa smile on her lips, then she opened her mouth and engulfed Jaime’s cock, her eyes turning up and locking on his as he caressed the back of her head and smoothed her hair.
My whole body vibrated with tension. I felt some fluid begin to seep from my cock, which was rigid to the point of bursting. I watched the scene unfold in front of me, absorbing every detail, acutely aware of the sounds and scents in the room. I’ve seen a million blow jobs on video, and some in life, and not a few on me. But this was my sweet, sweet, girl letting rip her exhibitionist self, right here, for my pleasure. I felt I was bursting with gratitude – and with pain. I needed it to stop… and I needed it more. I got more. Steph cupped Jaime’s balls and drew him deeply into her mouth as he grasped and twisted her hair, forcing her to engulf him completely. He pumped with long forceful strokes. I thought he would cum… how could he not? But, no, he pulled Steph’s head slowly away from him, leaned down, and kissed her mouth, their tongues entwining. I could see that Steph’s eyes were wide open, flashing wildly, her mouth open and panting to catch her breath.
Next, Jaime positioned his hands under Steph’s arms, raised her to her feet, pushed her backward two paces to the bed, and sat her down, dress rising to her waist. He kicked off his pants from around his feet and stripped of his socks. Kneeling before Steph, he pushed her shoulders down onto the bed and lifted her knees on either side of his head. She opened her legs wider and rotated her hips back, allowing his mouth to access her. Jaime leaned forward, eyes raised to meet hers, and began to rock his face into Steph’s groin slowly and rhythmically. I couldn’t see the place where they connected – my view was from the side; - but I imagined it as I watched Steph’s long, shapely, leg and her bare hip, belly pushing upwards to meet his tongue. Steph turned her head and her gaze toward me, eyes wide as her breathing became quicker and shallow.
Steph stifled a cry. Her body vibrated and bucked, then trembled as she sighed deeply. At that moment I couldn’t hold back – jets of my cum erupted over my thighs and onto the floor beneath. But I felt no release – my cock remained resolutely rigid.
Jaime rocked back onto his knees and reached for the hem of Steph’s dress up, lifting it up over her head, and tossed it in my direction. She lay back as he unzipped and eased off her boots then turned herself in the bed so that her feet faced toward me. Jaime joined her on the bed, his back to me, positioning himself between her legs and leaning forward to kiss her mouth and neck, then retreating to kiss and fondle each breast in turn, swirling around each nipple with his tongue. Between his thighs, beyond his rather beautiful ball sac, I could see his cock erect and teasing at the entrance to Steph’s vagina - the lips engorged and glistening, ready for him.
My heart pumped in my chest as I watched his buttocks clench as he entered her, achingly slowly, her lips parting and stretching as he pushed and penetrated, welcoming and engulfing him. They began gently: moving together carefully, leisurely, deliberately. Steph turned her head toward me to catch and hold my gaze as Jaime, kneeling, lifted her bottom to bury himself deep into her core.
Through the kaleidoscope of images and emotions exploding in my brain, it was obvious that the pair were familiar trusting partners; they were not simply performing just for me. This was real connection, not acting. Somehow, with this realization, my feelings of fear and painful stabs of jealousy began to evolve into feelings of gratitude, of warmth… of love, even. I was witnessing something precious and beautiful. How lucky was I?!
It didn’t last long. Jaime’s pace quickened. He hooked Steph’s knees over his shoulders and began to drive firmly into her with loud slapping impact. She let out a stifled scream as his buttocks clenched and he hammered home his final blow. They paused, frozen for a moment - perhaps a minute - then he leaned back onto his haunches, gently unlocking her legs from his shoulders, kissing each of her calves as he did so, and rested them on the bed. He stood up, leaned in for a lingering kiss, then scooped up his clothing and retreated into the living room, closing the door softly behind him. Steph lay there serenely, her head on pillow, eyes closed, legs slightly parted, my gaze drawn to her visibly engorged pussy and the trickle of juices that seeped from it and puddled on the sheet beneath her. She said nothing, but, after a minute, opened her eyes and smiled at me - a satisfied, perhaps proud, conquering, smile. I stared back, in shock.
I heard a toilet flush and then the sound of the front door closing. My pulse and my breathing eased. I waited for the next move that this extraordinary woman, friend, lover, demon, would make. She rose from the bed and came toward me. I felt the heat of her body as she reached down to loosen the cord from my arms. She stepped back to the bed and sat down, beckoned, still saying nothing. I sat beside her, wrapped her in my arms, and kissed her beautiful face. ‘Thank you’ was all I could say. ‘Thank you for your trust. I love you so’.
I could hear only my breathing as I smelled the scent of her hair, her skin, and the particular arousing scent of sexual fluids. Her body was warm and slightly damp from the heat of fucking. I nuzzled her neck. My teeth nibbled her jaw line and neck up to her ear lobe. “I want you”, I whispered. ‘Wait!” she said, freeing herself to stand up and look down at me. ‘Are you sure?’ she asked, her gaze level. ‘Yes’, I replied, ‘very, very much’. ‘Then wait while I pee’ she instructed, turning toward the bathroom. ‘Please will you not wash?’, I called after her, ‘I want you just as you are’. She laughed over her shoulder. ‘OK. If you want’.
I felt suddenly tired. My shoulders sagged. I took slow breaths while I regulated my feelings. Then I noticed the large damp place on the bed where their bodies had joined just a few minutes ago. The juices hadn’t completely soaked in – there were still globules that could have belonged to either of them, or perhaps a cocktail? I was curious: I extended a fingertip and scooped a little of the mess, bringing it to my nostrils and inhaling. A surge of energy flooded into my groin and, challenging my taboo, I extended my tongue to taste. It tasted quite ordinary, good, even. I sucked my finger clean and awaited Steph’s return.
She’d straightened her hair but remained naked – confident in the athletic body that I knew so well - every curve and every mole of it. She simply lay down on the bed beside me and opened her arms in invitation to join her. She held me, my weight on my elbow, while I kissed the beautiful mouth, lingering and exploring, then shifted so that I could trail my lips down her neck, to her breasts, careful to pay equal attention to each, past her navel, and down to her abdomen. Now the smell of sex was strong in my nostrils - aphrodisiacal.
I wondered – would she object? ‘OK if I go down there?’ I murmured ‘Wait...’ Steph touched her hand to my head to indicate that I should hold still, and with her other hand reached down between her legs, rubbed down and up her open vulva, then hooked three fingers deep inside. She withdrew her fingers and inspected the glistening coat of lubricants and cum. She offered her hand to my lips, and I reflexively opened my mouth, sucking and licking the juices from her. The wrongness of this act, against all the taboos that had been instilled in me since childhood, made my head dizzy with exhilaration.
“Did you like that?’ Steph asked, ‘uh huh’ I grunted, ‘Do you want some more?’ ‘No, I just want to make love to you’, I said, and rolled to on top, my face hovering above hers, our bellies touching, and my thighs between hers. I began to move my cock so that the underside rubbed lightly on her clit between her open lips, sliding easily through all the slippery juices. ‘Gently!’ she commanded ‘I just came hard’. I continued – as slowly and gently as I could, luxuriating in the contact, my skin on hers, feeling her heat. ‘Do you want a condom so you can cum inside me?’ she asked. Feeling my orgasm to be close, I shook my head and continued to slide on her clit with just the base of my cock and my balls, adjusting to avoid entering her as she rocked her pelvis back to meet my thrust. From the soles of my feet, I felt a volcanic surge like white-hot lava rising through my legs into my groin, erupting in an explosion that filled her navel with a pond of fresh cum. ‘Don’t stop’ begged Steph, and continued to glide against me until she quivered, hips convulsing, crushing herself up against me.
I collapsed across her- a rag doll draped helplessly spent. She shoved me off and I rolled to lay on my side, cradling her head in the crook of my arm. ‘That worked out rather well’ she pronounced, ‘and I think Jaime enjoyed it too.’ ‘I’m so glad’ I said. ‘And thank you for creating that experience for me. I love you even more than ever. But can we please go back to quiet dinners together – just for a while?’