“It is now.”
Maxine took her time feeling up Lydia’s naked body from behind. The contrast between naked skin and the soft silk of Maxine’s blouse riled Lydia up until she could barely stand. She wobbled in those heels until Maxine had to detach and direct her partner toward the bed.
She didn’t bend her over the bed or even drag her on top of it. They had other plans that night… which began with Maxine removing her skinny necktie from her throat and blindfolding her sweet, honey-inspired lover with it.
“Stay here,” she murmured into Lydia’s ear. “I have to get a few things. Think about me while I’m gone?”
Like Lydia had to be told!
When Maxine returned a minute later, it was with the cold metal of handcuffs encircling Lydia’s wrists.
“Someone’s about to be so spoiled.”
At first, it was difficult for Lydia to grasp how this was spoiling her. Undressed, handcuffed, and attached to the hook in the ceiling that Lydia hadn’t seen the last time she was in here.Easy enough to pass as a place to hang a pleasant lighting fixture or a plant.
Or a girlfriend. Whatever.
No wonder Maxine wanted her to keep wearing the heels. Lydia was far from tall, and even though supple ropes attached the hook to the handcuffs, it still didn’t leave a lot of room for jerking around.I don’t plan on doing that.Even when Maxine pinched a nipple before sucking on it. Okay, maybe not jerk around, but wobbling where she stood? That could not be prevented when someone teased her nipple and rubbed her mound with eager fingertips!
“Been a long time since someone’s wanted to do this with me.” Maxine stroked Lydia’s backside with genuine tenderness before tapping it. Lydia almost shot forward from the sharp impact. “It’s exciting… but I’ll contain my excitement so I can keep you in line.” She tapped Lydia’s ass again. This time when Lydia almost stumbled forward, Maxine placed a firm hand on her lover’s stomach. “Right here, Liddie. Channel your desire to your abs. I’m not going to spank you hard enough to make you fall forward. You have to trust me.”
Did Lydia trust her enough? They barely knew one another, yet Lydia would give anything to have Maxine entertain her wildest fantasies.
“Nothing crazy tonight. You can tell me to stop whenever you want.”
Hell no! Lydia was nowhere near wanting to stop. For the first time since her initial sexual awakening, she was finally getting one of the top things she wanted. The fact that Maxine was hot and rich was an added bonus.
“If your arms get tired, let me know and we’ll move on to something else.”
This time the spank was harder, enough to make Lydia gasp, but she remembered what Maxine told her. She redirected the energy into her center and willed herself to stay perfectly still. Not easy.
“Know what I get out of this?” Maxine asked.
“No… what?”
Held in place like she was, Lydia was at the whims of Maxine’s wandering hands. They traversed her body, delicately so, dipping between her thighs and exploring the undersides of her breasts. Occasionally they tickled her ass before tapping her there again.
“I get to play with a beautiful woman who wants to be played with. What could be more mutually beneficial than that?”
“You think I’m beautiful?”
“Honey,” Maxine turned Lydia’s chin and kissed her, “you’re so pretty you make me weak inmyknees.”
Hard to believe. Lydia was rarely called beautiful by anyone. Her own mother reserved that kind of compliment for only when she thought Lydia was bound to attract “positive” male attention. “You’re the first person to actually make me feel beautiful.”
“A shame. You should have felt beautiful long ago.”
Maxine’s voice traveled from behind to the front. Those frisky hands no longer bothered Lydia’s body. They now found respite against her cheek, awakening the more sensual side of what Lydia wanted from her sex life.
“You’re not so bad yourself, Ms. Woodward.”
“Except you can’t see me right now.”
“I can remember how good you look tonight.”
The blindfold heightened Lydia’s other senses. Kisses tasted sweeter. Touches were more frenetic. Perfume and sex mingled like ecstasy. What surprised Lydia the most was how well she heard certain things – like Maxine unbuttoning her blouse.What I would give to touch her skin right now.How fair was it for Lydia to stand naked in the middle of the bedroom while Maxine kept most of her clothes on? Her fitted, stylish, expensive clothes…
“Can you remember how good I look naked? Because even I’m forgetting with your beauty blinding me.”