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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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When there's heat in a relationship
She stood by the large radiator naked in the dawn light of the kitchen window that looked out onto the village square concentrating on the bungee cord as I wrapped and then tightly knotted it around her wrists. I paused briefly as she nodded approvingly when I asked if she was comfortable and then I reached up and attached the other end of the taut cord to the uppermost catch of the window frame, her arms stretched above her head and her body pressed up against the cold glass. From here she would be clearly visible to anyone who cared to investigate our ground floor apartment and if she chose, bare all to the curious passers-by or alternatively protect her modesty by pulling down on the cord and stretching to her knees. The price of that modesty was the searing heat of the large radiator she would find herself perched against. I kissed her gently on the lips and squeezed her lovingly before exiting the room, only stopping to switch on the central heating and to catch a saucy grin from my lover.
I returned dressed for work, sat and enjoyed breakfast whilst watching the day's sunshine creep slowly into our apartment. Her body held the sunlight beautifully, tempting me to use her vulnerable position for sadistic entertainment, but this game was different, and our game had only just started. The milkman was the first to gaze upon her. She smiled, then arched her back, pushing her breasts flat onto the warming glass. He gave a knowing wink before moving on to the next house with a chuckle. He'd seen it all before, I was sure. I popped my plate into the dishwasher and fetched a bowl from the cupboard filling it to the top with water. Placing the bowl at her feet, I then rose running my hands up against her moistened body to kiss her again before leaving. As I reached the door, I switched the thermostat up to 25%. She raised her eyebrows and blew me a cheeky kiss as I closed the door.
I returned in the quiet mid-morning to sit on the public bench opposite our apartment block to find her brazen and proudly pirouetting in the window frame to the delight of a raincoated older gentleman sat next to me. He fumbled away with both hands in his pockets as she spun flashing breasts and buttocks to his obvious arousal. I leisurely sipped my coffee and then carefully sneaked my way into our home, popping into the kitchen to find the water bowl untouched and her body glistening with tiny beads of sweat. I crept over to her, kissed her gently on the neck and nibbled her ear as she ground her buttocks deliciously into my groin. I managed to hold myself together and found the strength of will to step back, setting off again to work. I stopped at the door and turned thermostat up to 50% as she grinned from ear to ear.
On my return for lunch the scene had changed in the sun-drenched village square. The public bench was fully occupied by three fumbling raincoated older gentleman all eagerly watching as she posed more and more provocatively and indecently. I admired the teasing behaviour briefly and then again sneaked inside our home to inspect the scene within. On entering I was hit with the warmth of the air and a cheekily poked tongue. I approached her again from behind and ran my hand between her sodden legs slipping my fingers into her wet honey pot and fucking her eagerly with my rough fingertips. After a minutes or so I moved my fingertips to her engorged clitoris and entered her anus with my thumb. I brought her to the very edge of her orgasm before teasing myself away. A sigh that could only mean "you bastard" echoed through the room. I chuckled to myself as I exited, moving the thermostat up to 75% to the sound of applauding raincoated older gentlemen as she defiantly but playfully kicked the bowl of water across the floor towards me.
Having spent the rest of the afternoon staring out of my office window and daydreaming about what was framed in another I was keen to get home and see how the show had progressed. I was surprised to see the crowd of rain-coated older gentleman surrounding the window itself in what could only be a public circle jerk. I sauntered through the door only pausing to switch the thermostat up to maximum before hastily removing my clothes. She stood perspiring in the intense heat of the kitchen, glistening head to toe with a peach like glow to her skin. She was completely in her element. She danced and posed in the now heavily shaded but generously cum stained window for the amassed throng of raincoats. She was breath-taking...
I approached the window in animal lust and scooped her up into my arms, her skin balmy and yet deliciously moist. She responded positively by wrapping her legs around me, and whilst kissing me, gripped me python-like whilst demanding loudly to be fucked. Shifting her buttocks upwards she eased herself astride me and rocked slowly, her breath getting heavier as her pace increased. I reached upwards and unhooked the bungee cord and as her arms fell around my shoulders continued to rock on my throbbing member and tighten her grip around my waist. My legs shook violently as she slowed her pace and squeezed hard, and then abruptly, we were on the floor as my legs gave way, me laughing with her throughout the thuddy pain of the landing.
Her game was still afoot. She sat astride me with her arms held above her whilst still grinding her body onto mine. Bringing her arms down fast she whipped me over each shoulder repeatedly with the cord hanging from her wrists. I bellowed in satisfaction as she continued to laugh, the hooks of the cord piercing the skin. She had won, not only had she survived the heat of the apartment, revelled in the attentions of the still present raincoated brigade at the window but also rendered me helpless at the mercy of her barbed whip. Grinning away she dismounted me with pride on her eyes. I stood, marked and beaten, and picked her up from the floor to the thunderous applause of raincoated circle jerkers and carried her to the bathroom where I popped her down onto the toilet seat. I gazed upon her cheeky smiling face as I cut off the bungee cord that hung from her swollen bruised wrists. I rubbed them gently and kissed her on the forehead before I led her into the shower, holding her close to me once we had entered.
I thanked her tender embrace with one hand and with the other turned the shower on. She yelped as the freezing cold water sprayed our naked bodies…
The games never end. |
