Authors: Michael Malflic
“She’s not interested in me. But said I could watch.”
Nadrea
said before adding
a sarcasm
drenched “Hope you don’t get stage fright.”
That sounded like a challenge to him as the Latin placed her arms around him drawing him close, her body was flushed, so warm and inviting and anything beyond verbal play had yet to begin in earnest.
Looking at the Latin, “Oh where to start?”
She looked at
Nadrea
“any where you want?” Vincent smiled taking the curves of her hips in his hands w
hile they kissed endlessly with
out a pause for minutes on end. Her hands dancing across his back, caressing his shoulders, and eventually removing each French cuff and stepping back to place them on the end table next to the lamp.
Nadrea
was delighted at the sight of the
pair,
she leaned on the dining table by the flowers watching silently as the Latin removed his shirt, undoing each button slowly and deliberately one button at time, kissing his skin softly as it was exposed. Her full lips glowing with warmth as they touched his skin tingling him with
increasing sensation as she moved from his chest to his rippled stomach. His shirt was soon un-tucked and as the last button, one below his belt line was undone she kneeled to kiss his waist below his trousers button on the wool of his pants. She looked upward through her dark
hair,
she was just now beginning to realize Vincent’s stature as his lust was only starting to grow.
He reached down gently taking her by the hand bringing her back to her feet. As he placed his hands on her Vincent could feel the garter belt stretched across her bottom through her thin skirt and otherwise uncovered ass. He paused and kneeled down, first removing her shoes and then his lingering touch found its way her left leg caressing her calves, above her knee one hand slowly but firmly moving up her inner thigh the other up the outer thigh until her reached the top of her stocking. Both hands moved surely and firmly to the front garter unclasping it but making sure not to let go and snap into her as he moved his hands one around the outside of her leg and the other between them around to the back garter, toying with it as she tried to press into his arm between her legs. He unclasped it his large hands encircling her muscular thighs slowly removing the stocking inch by inch down her leg over her knee, across her calve his hands touching her sensuously as he lowered it to her ankle and off of her foot. As she balanced herself with her leg extended to its full length with a hand placed on his shoulder, his shirt draped open,
its
tail un-tucked and wrinkled. He placed the first stocking on the coffee table folding it neatly.
Vincent stood to kiss her, taking the still fastened garter on his finger through her dress, now for the other one as he repeated the exact process from her foot to the top of her stocking tracing its outline along her skin, removing the front then tracing up her thigh to the space in between placing a soft hand on her teasing before removing the back garter deciding while he was there to remove the belt letting it fall as he lowered his hands with the stocking in hand, placing it on the coffee table folded neatly with the first. The Latin’s heart was racing as his deliberate pace, and undaunted intentions, he was going to enjoy every second he had with her and wanted to make certain she did the same,
Nadrea
looked on with
aroused interest, calculating how she could find her way in to the festivities.
Vincent kissed her again and again unbuttoning her blouse, unclasping her bra as he fondled her breasts and ass. Her state of excitement rising he whispered in her ear. The Latin squealed with true delight, stepping back but her shirt still draped from her shoulders, the lace brazier failing to support her but covering her ample chest, preserving some sense of modesty for the moment. Vincent stepped away walking toward
Nadrea
.
Nadrea’s
mind raced at the possibilities as he kissed her she reclined briefly defying gravity and an entire host of scientific laws as she still was leaning against the table. His confidence in how he touched
Nadrea
was firmer than how he touched the Latin. He guided her to her feet, taking cues from her body as to what she was looking for.
Nadrea’s
eyes filled with lust was imagining the fun she was about to have with Vincent and the Latin, after all why else would he leave an aroused half dressed woman to pay attention to her. He then resorted to the exact same thing he had done just minutes earlier, removing her shoes then
Nadrea
sat back on the table extending her long tone legs wide. Balancing on the edge of the table Vincent removed the garter from the front of her right leg, letting it’s elastic contract before his left hand stroked her inner thigh, moving ever so slightly higher until her worked his way around to the back of her thigh, tracing the line of the elastic from where it was fastened to the garter up and across her bottom to its end point on the belt and back down the other side. Her unclipped the stocking and began the slow journey back down
Nadrea’s
leg. Before moving to the left leg and repeating the entire procedure. This time
Nadrea
suggestively pressed herself into Vincent’s teasing hands increasing the pressure of his touch on her skin, firm but gentle friction as his hands moved.
After removing the second stocking Vincent stood and removed
Nadrea’s
shirt pinching her nipples and cupping her breasts in his hands. She moaned in delight while the Latin just watched as
Nadrea’s
mind swam in delightful anticipation. Vincent kissed her deeply while unfastening her skirt. Soon she was standing there in nothing but her G string with its suggestive words and a garter belt.
The Latin moved taking a chair from the table across the room past the couch and placed it three feet to the right of the TV. The chair’s vantage point allowed a great view of the living room and dining area in the suite, its angle allowed only a glimpse into part of the bedroom directly and another small section through the reflection in the mirror. The Latin sat in the chair, her skirt growing ever more askew, her blouse still draped open and her unfastened bra now barely covering any of her
chest
. So as Vincent entertained
Nadrea
by having her stand up and leading her toward the Latin who was subtly adjusting the chair, an inch or two to the right, the a counter clockwise rotation to position the prevue of the occupant.
As Vincent and
Nadrea
made their way to the chair, the Latin stood giggled and then stepped back a few feet.
Nadrea
excused the giggles as her assumed soon to be lover’s nervous anticipation, a thought that delighted her all the more. Vincent stepped away from
Nadrea
engulfing the Latin in his arms as he kissed her then whispering into her ear once more. His head partially hidden by her long flowing dark locks and again she giggled, once more assumed to be a nervous giggle by
Nadrea
who was watching as the Latin removed her blouse, sliding her bra off in the same almost school girl kind of motion. The Latin stood in front of
Nadrea
allowing her to admire her full firm breasts as she removed her skirt now clad in only a soft white thong with lace trim.
Nadrea
couldn’t wait to touch her. Vincent had drifted behind the chair his hands resting on its back. “Sit down” the Latin told
Nadrea
.
“Why?”
Nadrea
asked playfully delighting at her anticipated interlude.
“Because that is how we want you” the Latin replied as
Nadrea
eased back into her seat and Vincent began to grope her. The Latin gathered
Nadrea’s
stockings as well as her own and returned to the chair to find a fully engorge Vincent standing over a lust filled seated
Nadrea
.
“Do as she says” Vincent offers before making room for the Latin to approach.
Vincent thought you might like this” she said to
Nadrea
who was most certain of course of the impending events, after all why else would they have stopped their own interaction to tend to her?
“I’m sure I will”
Nadrea
replied her eyes focused on the Latin her scent of lavender and sex becoming the true scent and sensation of growing arousal.
“Sit on the front edge of the chair”
Nadrea
moved eagerly forward.
“Should I take these off?” a reference to her last few stitches of cloth covering her.
“Not yet, we’ll get to that.” The Latin replied. “Now put your hands behind you crossing one arm over the other and hold on the base at the back of the chair.”
As
Nadrea
reached back her chest was thrust forward in an exaggerated presentation. Her finger tips attempting grasp the base of the chair Vincent changed her hand position to be palms upward arms not crossed but side by side fingertips holding the metal bar at the bottom of the back on the chair, its cold metal a sharp contrast to her warm hands, the coolness of the metal warming with her prolonged touch. The Latin leaned into her,
Nadrea’s
head pulled back beyond her heaving chest.
“Don’t move” she encouraged as the first silk stocking was wrapped tightly around her arms keeping them together, even if she had struggled against them the effort would have been futile. The second stocking secured her already bound arms to the chairs back, the metal now as flushed as her hands as the anticipation continued to build.
Nadrea
leaned back but the restraints forced her arms to the side her chest still projected forward when she reclined, sitting quite literally on the edge of the seat, her legs now straight forward spread wide with the Latin standing as far back as her ankles, pausing before stepping away. Vincent hadn’t spoken but guided her back to the position she was first in chest with increasingly erect nipple pushed forward, they were beyond alert they were had hardened so much the they ached,
Nadrea
delighted in the sensations knowing that soon they would be tended to. Her knees bent but spread wide with feet flat on the floor. The Latin was once again in front
Nadrea
holding her shoes in her hands, “Now let
’
s put these back on.” Sliding a shoe on to each foot the angle exposing her still covered portion just a little more. The Latin kneeled in front of her, taking her left ankle and placing it back behind the front leg of the chair. Vincent took the third stocking and drew the leg even farther backwards looking the stocking around her ankle then around the back leg of the
chair,
Nadrea
swooned in ecstasy even though the only contact she could feel was Vincent’s hands on her lower leg, the shoe rubbing the foot in an unnatural way, her hands hopelessly bound behind her. A few moments later her left right leg was in the same awkward uncomfortable, completely exposing position.
“Can you move?” The Latin inquired.
“Barely”
Nadrea
answered, delighting in her helplessness, her body on display, the anticipation still growing, as Vincent came around from behind her, wrapping his arms around the Latin,
Nadrea
watching as they kissed, his touch becoming familiar and calculated as Vincent took his queues from the Latin’s movements, moans and whimpers. “A little help here dear.” he suggested so his state of undress needed to be progressed. Soon Vincent’s arms and chest were bathed in candle light his muscles still large and powerful were mostly un-flexed as he enjoyed the touch of his newest companion disrobing him.
Vincent approached his restrained lover, reaching between her legs to caress her.
Nadrea
moaned in ecstasy, with each touch.
“You’re over dressed.” Vincent said looking into
Nadrea’s
eyes. He placed both hands on her g-string pulling it tighter then tearing it off with vicious force. It was always a favorite of
Nadrea
to have her clothes literally torn off of her body, and while she missed the sound of the buttons popping off of her shirt and hitting the floor, the sound of the cloth ripping to reveal her skin was good enough. Sure those long favored elements were missing but there was something new and savage about the force that Vincent had dismantled her last remaining garment with.
“Did you like that?” Vincent asked.
“I always have.”
Nadrea
answered.
“Then let me know how you like this.” Vincent took her breasts in his hands firmly,
Nadrea
moaning with delight as his hand squeezed tighter and tighter.
“Delightful”
Nadrea
responded, her head drawn back, back arched and chest thrust even further forward than before. Vincent removed his touch and
Nadrea
looked longingly at him. He reengaged with the Latin then turning to
Nadrea
“Tell me how you like this.” Vincent led her into the next room where
Nadrea
couldn’t see a thing except for the occasional shadow and the
sounds of pleasure as the Latin verbalized her delight in two languages over and over again for the next two hours before reappearing to find a frustrated still tied to the chair little socialite. Dressing herself “Good night
Nadrea
” was offered as the Latin left the room.
Nadrea
responded back “At least it was for one of us”.