0 comments/ 30915 views/ 1 favorites Lady Fingers (Conclusion) By: Bacomicfan Ted wasn't prepared for Diane to so quickly disrobe...but he recovered almost immediately...and his eyes admired her soft beauty. Seeing her naked from head to toe in bright light was definitely better than the fleeting glimpses he got - even if it was her tasty, lightly carpeted sex - in the undependably variant light of the movie theater. His eyes feasted on her, moving from her twinkling, impish eyes to her lush lips, on down to her pink-nippled full breasts, her "inny" navel, the somewhat familiar fur patch, and down her shapely legs all the way to her slim ankles. He smiled as he realized that she'd once again played magician. While he'd seen her deftly remove her dress, he'd totally missed her kicking off her shoes. And those shoes weren't even anywhere to be seen. "Well, I guess all that remains is to find a comfy place for you to lie down. Do you have any massage oil?" "Oh, um, no...I've never been given a massage before. I thought you were going to use the body lotion you used before. Remember, we left it next to the sofa." Her slim, previously sucked index finger pointed to the pink bottle still waiting for further use. "Well...actually, I really want this to be great for you. The lotion will be okay, but if you have some kind of oil that'd really work much better. How about baby oil? That would work very well. For a massage whatever you use should glide on smoothly and sensually, and baby oil would be a great substitute for massage oil." "All right, then, baby oil it is! I do have some in the bathroom. I rarely use it, but if you say it'll make for a great massage, then by all means please do use it. Besides, I just love the smell of it anyway." "Great...perfect. Tell ya what. Why don't you relax and let me get everything. Just tell me where the baby oil is exactly and I'll grab that puppy right up for ya. And we should put a sheet or something down for you - the oil could get messy - and something to lay your head on. And how 'bout a nice glass of wine? You have any?" "Sure. Let's do this...I'll get the wine, you get whatever you'll need for the massage. Deal?" "Deal. Ok, so draw me a map. Where can I find some sheets, the oil and a pillow?" "Oh, right. Sheets in the closet down that hallway right there. Baby oil in the cabinet over the bathroom sink. The bathroom's first door on the right past the closet. As to the pillow, you can either use my bed pillow or one of those fluffy throw pillows by the sofa." "Hmm...those throw pillows look comfy. I'll use one of those if you're not afraid of getting a little oil on it." "Why not get a pillowcase while you're in the closet and I'll put it over the pillow just in case?" "Gotcha. Sounds good. Be right back. And...um," he smiled, "stay naked." He tried a wink, but wasn't very good at it. "Wouldn't have it any other way," she replied, and her wink was much better. Ted came back just about the same time as Diane. She was standing in the center of the living room already sipping her wine. "This a good spot?" she asked. "Perfect," he replied. He laid out two soft sheets on the floor, folded over several times to be thick, both for comfort and to soak up any excess oil. He then got the throw pillow, slid two pillowcases over it, and placed it at one end of the sheets. "Well, it's not a massage table, but it'll have to do, I s'pose," he sighed. "I'm sure it'll work just fine," Diane assured him. "Um...front or back first...since you won the bet." "Lie down on your stomach. I'll start with your neck and shoulders. Lotta tension there, I'm sure." "Me? Tense? Surely you jest!" she joked, "After that theater episode I'm as relaxed as I've ever been!" Her smile was cheery and slightly erotic with the tip of her tongue briefly escaping to play between her lips. Almost beside herself with anticipation, she laid herself down on the sheets with her chin resting on the pillow. Just before Ted started her massage she took a quick sip of wine. Then she closed her eyes and relaxed. Ted put a palmful of baby oil in one hand, then rubbed his two palms together to warm the oil a little. He then placed both his hands on the back of Diane's neck, thumbs in the center, fingers to the sides. He firmly kneaded her neck and worked his way to her shoulders, slowly using his fingers and the heels of his hands to rub away tension and loosen tight muscles. Diane was enjoying it almost as much as she'd ever enjoyed anything. It had been a long day, and she was still pretty wasted from the popcorn incident at the theater, so Ted's massage was making her drowsy. Actually, as Ted worked his way meticulously down her back, Diane drifted in and out of a hazy sleep. His hands forcefully kneaded first one side of her back, then the other. She could only sigh and smile. Occasionally, between naps, she'd sip her wine and then lie her head back down to enjoy the massage again. Ted worked his hands down her back to the base of her spine by working perpendicular to her spine, from the center outward, moving slowly down her back first on one side of her spine, then back up on the other side of it. When he reached her tailbone on about the third or fourth circuit, he brought his leg across her back to straddle her, facing her head. Diane didn't expect this, so she opened her eyes and looked back. She saw him in his straddled position, with his inner thighs just barely brushing her naked hips. He smiled down at her, and then began to rub her back in the other direction now, from the top of her buttocks up to her shoulders, moving along either side of her spine at the same time...and then back down again the same way. Along the way, his fingertips pressed into her flesh as if her were rapidly playing a piano, but with more force and pressure. To Diane, it felt like ten tiny fists working their way into tense, aching muscles, loosening and relaxing them. He would do this all the way up her back, and then flatten out his hands and pull them back down her back in one long, fluid motion, using his weight to give some force as he pressed the heels of his palms firmly into her skin. He did this repeatedly for about fifteen minutes or so. He then slid himself further down Diane's legs, so that he was now straddling her lower thighs, just at her knees. Diane felt a light touch on her buttocks, and smiled. Ted's oiled hands stroked lightly on her cheeks, his flattened palms working in tiny, gentle circles. He gave her globes light squeezes and used primarily up and down movements of his hands, from her tailbone down to the beginnings of her thighs. It was at that moment that Ted gave her a little tease...and a hint of what was to come. As he brought his leg back over her so that he no longer straddled her, she felt one light kiss on each cheek. She couldn't hold back a tiny giggle, and when he heard that light laughter, Ted bent and gave each cheek a second kiss. Ted kneaded Diane's thighs from the bottom curve of her buttocks down to her knees. He then sat on the floor between her legs, lifting both of her legs, putting her knees on his thighs with her calves against his chest and abdomen and her feet resting on his shoulders. He massaged the back of the calf of one leg slowly from knee to ankle, then switched to her other leg and repeated the entire process. Then, even though he'd already given her a foot massage earlier, he massaged both her feet, just for the sake of completeness. He'd enjoyed her sighs of pleasure when he rubbed her feet hours ago, and thought he might do an even better job this time, especially with the baby oil instead of the thicker body lotion. During this second foot massage, Diane again visited dreamland. Ted had to wake Diane to tell her to roll over onto her back. When she did, he started at her toes and insteps and worked his way back up to her head. She smiled and sighed all the time she wasn't napping. When Ted got to her upper thighs, he bent and kissed the top of her downy triangle briefly. When she looked at him with a smile, he said, "Just saying hi to an old friend." He massaged his way back up her belly, making sure not to neglect her sides, from armpits to hips. He paid special attention to this area, because he felt it was an often overlooked area of the body, and because he found that curve from breasts to hips so sensual. Her breasts he massaged lightly, bending again to give each nipple a tender kiss. He didn't want Diane to think he was going to forsake her massage for breast fondling, so he didn't linger on them. Time enough for that later anyway, he mused to himself. He again massaged her shoulders and neck, this time from the front. Her arms he rubbed as he sat at each side of her, working his way to the very tips of her fingers. Again, though he'd massaged them once already, he gave her hands a second thorough massage, ending with a kiss on the tip of each finger. To finish up, he sat at Diane's head and gave her a facial massage, beginning with her neck and chin and lightly massaging her face, and even her scalp. About two minutes into the scalp massage, Diane was napping again, mouth slightly open with soft breaths not quite silently escaping. Ted allowed Diane to nap a bit, waiting about fifteen minutes before waking her. When she awoke, she looked at him with a broad smile on her lips. "Wow...that was wonderful. Thank you, Ted." "You're quite welcome. But...I'm not done," he said with quietly from grinning lips, "That was only phase one." "What''s phase two then?" Diane asked, eager to find out. Ted replied by standing up and removing his clothing, article by article, with deliberate slowness... Diane, naked and covered in baby oil, watched Ted remove his clothing. He did so slowly, teasingly, watching her eyes take in his lean, muscled body. She smiled as each article of clothing ended up in a small heap next to her reading chair. Ted deliberately took a long time removing his briefs, toying with her. She watched, amused and excited, as he pulled them down just to the level of his pubic hairs and then lifted them back up again. He then turned around, standing over her facing her legs, and slowly lowered the briefs down to his knees, bending over as he lowered them. When he reached his knees, he turned to look back at Diane, and saw her staring wide-eyed either at his firm buttocks or what dangled just in front of them. Diane chuckled at the show...but swallowed hard and bit her lower lip. Eventually, Ted lifted one leg out of the briefs and kicked them away with the other. He continued to stand over her. He wiggled his tight butt playfully, then turned and faced her. The mystery was over. Ted's manhood, beginning to ever so slightly lengthen, made its unabashed, unhidden, glorious introduction to Diane's approving eyes. Her smile of amusement became a smile of joy, followed by a sigh of anticipation...and sparks traveled briskly from her admiring eyes directly to the growing wetness between her thighs. Ted again lowered himself on top of Diane, causing her to sigh in disappointment at no longer being able to see that captivating organ without craning her neck uncomfortably. He then put his hands on her shoulders as if to rub them again. Instead, he leaned down to kiss her forehead, then her eyes, cheeks, chin, ears, every inch of her face...and neck. He let his lips slowly linger on her face, gliding them along her skin, his warm breath tickling her cheeks and the areas just in front of her ears. "Now, Diane...phase two. You said I could massage you any way I like...and any part of you I choose,correct?" "Yes," she replied hesitantly, a bit apprehensive at his wicked grin...but her middle grew wetter still. "All right, then, here's my choice. I'm going to massage every inch of you again...every inch. But, this time I'm going to use my lips and tongue in addition to my hands. This time my touch will be light, erotic, and I won't shy away from kissing, licking, nibbling, sucking on, or touching any part of you. Are you sure that's okay?" "Ted, do you really have to ask that after what happened in the theater?" "Just making sure," he grinned, "Good, then let's begin, shall we, Milady?" Ted began this time with Diane's front side. He kissed, licked and nibbled her neck and shoulders, while his hands roamed elsewhere, his fingertips barely brushing her oily skin. As he nuzzled her neck, kissing and licking it gently, occasionally sucking it tenderly, his fingers so lightly touched her breasts that her nipples became instantly erect. She squirmed under his dual assault on her body, his mouth and hands roaming wherever they pleased. The extremely light touch on her breasts caused tiny goosebumps to dot her rosy aureolas and her nipples nearly vibrated with their intense interest in the proceedings. Moving down to savor her breasts orally, his lips and tongue continued the work that his fingers had begun. At times, only his hot breath could be felt on her flesh, his mouth never touching her skin. Other times, his lips gently skimmed over her breasts, bringing those tiny goosebumps once again from hiding. His tongue licked slowly and carefully around her excited nipples, the tip of it barely touching the aureolas as it flicked and danced, and just barely brushing the outside edges of those awakened nipples. The tips of those now begging nipples he saved for last. But finally, he did lick them, again with just the tip of his tongue, and they seemed to want to jump into his mouth, eager to be devoured. As his mouth enjoyed the sweetness of her breasts and the hardness of her nipples, his hands caressed her sides, from beneath her arms to her hips - slow, light-fingered strokes. The tingling sensation along her sides, combined with the warm stimulation on her breasts, made Diane sigh deeply. It just felt so good. She was running her fingers through Ted's hair and wasn't even aware she was doing it. Ted's mouth captured one nipple and sucked it gently. His hands then came up from Diane's sides and each stroked a breast lightly while his mouth savored that nipple. At this time, Ted regretted having only one mouth, as Diane's other nipple seemed to cry out for attention as well. So, doing the best he could for it, he grabbed that nipple between thumb and forefinger and gently squeezed and stroked it, while his lips and tongue did the same for her other nipple. Diane was moaning a little louder now, and her fingers were more active in Ted's hair. Ted's mouth left Diane's nipple and worked downward to her belly. His hands remained to stimulate her heaving breasts, fondling, squeezing, fingers tweaking and lightly pinching her pink nipples. His lips and tongue tasted her oily belly, then he kissed and licked her navel, finding a tiny pool of oil inside it. He did his best to lick it all out, sucking as his tongue licked. His hands kept themselves busy on her breasts. His mouth moved ever downward. When he got to her silken triangle, he kissed all around the curly hairs and down along her moist, pouting lips. She was beyond wet, which pleased Ted immensely, but he surprised Diane by stopping. She was expecting a second popcorn incident. But such was not to be. "No," Ted said, placing a kiss directly on the center of her sex, "not yet. You've already had that. I want to prolong this a bit." He kissed his way down her thighs, eventually having to relinquish his hold on her breasts. He first lifted one leg to concentrate his kisses and licks on her inner thigh...then did the same to her other leg. While licking her inner thighs, his hands caressed her belly and hips, and even lightly caressed her steaming mound, fingers playing teasingly in her silken carpet. He kept hands and mouth busy at all times, never stopping stroking, kissing or licking her. His fingers and tongue searched her flesh unceasingly, as if continually searching for something new to taste and explore. His lips he moved all around her skin, using them to actually massage her as his hands had done earlier, his tongue occasionally coming out to play. Every so often, to keep her from even possibly getting bored, he'd return either lips or fingers to the treasure between her legs to stroke or kiss or lick. His hands and mouth worked down her thighs to her calves, switching from one leg to the other. As his lips adored her calves, his hands took turns lightly caressing her thighs. He worked his way down along her calves all the way to the tips of her curling toes. Diane giggled lightly when he kissed and licked her feet, but she didn't stop him. And when he sucked each soft, warm toe, the dewey wetness of his mouth was actually soothing to her...soothing, yet erotic. It reminded her of the hot, moist feeling when he sucked and licked her fingers earlier. And his playful tongue gliding furtively between her toes made her giggle and sigh simultaneously. A tender kiss at the tip of each toe heralded the end of his attention to her feet, and when he finished rubbing and kissing those feet, she felt just a twinge of disappointment. "See," Ted said, "I told you I'd treat your feet nice." Diane's sigh was more than enough reply for him. Now it was time to flip Diane over for the pampering of her other side...or rather, her erotic stimulation of same. Ted told her to roll over again, and she quickly did so, eager to continue the pleasure. When she did, she raised her arms up over her head, laying her upper arms on the pillow at either side of her head. She relaxed to await the continuation of her "massage." Ted started with the soles of her feet and kissed his way up over her heels, all the while fingertips stroking her calves. He lightly chewed the soles of her feet, rubbing her toes forcefully with one hand and massaging the back of her calves with the other. His lips and tongue "massaged" their way up the back of her calves and thighs. As his mouth alternated between thighs, his hands lovingly stroked and caressed her bottom. When his mouth finally worked its way up to her buttocks, his hands moved upward to stroke her lower back. Light fingers caressed her back, even lighter lips caressed her bottom. Each cheek was gently kissed, soft lips moving from spot to spot to be as thorough as they could. His hands moved from her back to her hips and sides as his mouth adored her soft derriere. He also licked and lightly nibbled those glorious orbs. His warm breath on her bottom made Diane giggle again, but she was loving every sensuous second of this intense attention to her body. Ted let his teeth occasionally nip gently at her tush, but would then kiss and lick that same spot. Sometimes he would allow his tongue to slowly lick along her cheeks...long, flattened tongue licks from top to bottom of both cheeks. Or he would gently suck her bottom as if threatening to give her a hickey on one, or both cheeks. After paying oral homage to Diane's luscious bottom, he moved his mouth ever upward, to Diane's back. During this lip and tongue "massage" of her lower body, Diane occasionally felt Ted's erect member drag along her thigh, or poke briefly at the base of one cheek, and she longed to grasp it in her hands...to feel it...to taste it. When Ted had worked his way back up to her neck, he laid down beside her for a more concerted effort at nuzzling and kissing her neck. This time she chose to roll over, and Ted bent to kiss her full on the mouth. It was a powerful kiss, long, intense and erotic. Their tongues met and enjoyed each other for a long time. Their hearts were beating rapidly and their eyes met...locked...burned into each other with intense desire. Diane felt that she'd let Ted do what he wanted long enough...now it was her turn. Suddenly, Ted felt a firm grip on his semi-erect member. "That was delicious. But now I think it's time your body got some attention, don't you?" Lady Fingers (Conclusion) "What did you have in mind, Milady?" he asked, his eyes moving to Diane's grip on his manhood. "I'm going to do for you what you did for me. It's only fair." "No argument here," he smiled. Diane sat up, pushed Ted down on his back and laid alongside him, her head at his hips. She kept her hand on his growing erection and stroked him a bit. Pushing her hair back out of the way, she leaned and planted a kiss on his swollen head. Then another...and another... Ted was lying on his back, smiling, as Diane's lips brushed all around his happy little head. His swelling manhood was growing larger by the second. Then, suddenly, the kissing stopped. Ted waited for it to resume. It didn't. He waited some more. Still it didn't resume. Confused by this turn of events, Ted's previously contented brain sent a signal to his blissfully shut eyelids, causing them to pop open in disappointed surprise. He lay there staring at the ceiling, waiting for Diane's mouth to continue its attentions to his eager penis. And he waited...and waited... Finally, he looked down at Diane. She was looking back at him with the most lascivious grin he'd ever seen. He looked at her with puppy dog eyes. "Um...what's wrong? Not your favorite flavor?" he asked. "Hmmm...no, tastes just fine. I was just thinking...maybe we should continue this in the bedroom. There's something I'd like to try." "Uh-oh," he replied, still hoping she'd change her mind and continue, "should I be worried?" "I don't think so, Ted. I think you'll like it." Her grin got wider, and her eyes sparkled mischievously. "Well, if it's as much fun as what you were just doing, I say let's run with it." Without another word, and still grinning, Diane released Ted's throbbing member and stood up. She held out her hand to him, and he took it. He stood up next to her. They kissed briefly, and as they did, they each ran their hands over the other's body in what seemed to be a preliminary exploration. Their hands seemed satisfied with what they found. Diane turned away from Ted, and without looking back to him took his hand again and led him down a hallway to her bedroom. Diane's bedroom was neat and tidy, but Ted had little time to observe more than that. "Up on the bed," she said as soon as they'd entered the room. "Well, I figured that," he said with a smile. "On your back." "Yup...figured that too. I kinda took you for a top lady," he said with a knowing smile. Diane seemed to be adopting an assertive attitude...and Ted had no problem with that at all. He liked Diane alot, but that aside he was eager for her to get back to what she was doing to him in the living room. He climbed on the bed and lay there on his back, waiting once again. "Now, stay put," she ordered, smiling at his statement, "I'll be right back." She left the bedside and opened a drawer on her dresser. She rummaged around for a bit, taking several things out, turning to smile at him with what was becoming a very familiar Cheshire Cat grin. She closed the drawer and grabbed up the objects she'd retrieved in her hands. It was obvious to Ted that she was hiding something behind her back as she slowly walked toward him. "Ted, are you open-minded...willing to try new things? At least, I'm assuming it might be new for you." "Um...well...sure...I guess. I like to think I am." "Good. In a minute I'm going to go back to what I was doing in the living room. But first, I want to...um...do a little something kinky. You game?" "Ooh...kinky," Ted smiled, "sure...long as you're not gonna pull a whip out from behind your back." "No, hon, I'd never hurt you. Everything I do to you will most likely drive you wild with passion...at least I hope so" "Well, then, sure...I'm game for a little kink. What's your poison, lady?" She brought her arms from behind her back and held out what she'd rummaged in her dresser for. They dangled from her hands as she let them sway before his curious eyes. "I just love silky things," she said, "nylons, silk panties and lingerie...but mostly, silk scarves. I just love the feel of them." "Well, they're actually very nice. But, how's that kinky?" His curiosity was indeed piqued. She leaned over the bed and kissed him. When their lips separated, she whispered in his ear, "I want to tie you up with them and tease the hell out of you." Diane was looking into Ted's eyes to see his response, but had she looked lower his swelling penis would have given her all the answer she needed. Still, his eyes twinkled with erotic glee. "Wow...teasing...really? Hey...no problem. I haven't a clue how you actually intend to do that, but I'm game. Tease away, sexy lady." He was almost breathless with anticipation...nearly squirming as he spoke to her. "Good. Now give me your hand," she said, her eyes not leaving his until he had complied. She tied one of the five silk scarves around his wrist, then stretched his arm up to the headboard and tied the other end there. She then did the same to his other arm. "Now the legs," she cooed, licking her lips, "I like my men spread wide for me." She tied both legs to the posts at the foot of the bed. Ted looked at her, and she at him. Ted couldn't believe that he'd just met this woman and here he was already letting her tie him to her bed. Diane was likewise amazed at this, wondering how the two of them could feel so comfortable with each other to engage in this kinky play. "Perfect," she said, "now you're all mine...to do with as I please. Mmmmm...where shall I begin?" Diane placed the fifth scarf on Ted's naked chest and then got up onto the bed beside him. She ran the silky scarf up and down his body, tickling and teasing. Then she straddled him, sitting on his belly facing him, putting the scarf to the side...for now. She slid back far enough that she could reach back and grab hold of his erection without having to stretch far. While she held it firmly in hand, stroking it lightly, she used her other hand to fondle her own breasts, playing with the already erect nipples. She leaned forward, giving Ted a good look as she played with one nipple. Her other hand just barely had a hold on his throbbing head, but she was stroking the tip with her index finger, playing with the helmet's tiny slit. "You like my breasts, Ted?" Her voice dripped honey. "Oh, yeah, Diane...very, very nice." "Would you mind licking my nipple for me, then?" Forgetting his bonds, Ted tried to sit up to accommodate her. He got as close as a few inches, but could go no further. Diane still tweaked her nipple, watching his hungry mouth open and his tongue try to reach her nipple. "What's wrong, Ted? Don't you want it?" she teased. Ted strained again, thinking with a quick lunge he could stretch his bonds just enough to get a lick at her nipple. He came within an inch or two, but no go. Diane now let go of his cock and fondled both breasts in front of his eyes. She caressed them and squeezed them together and continued to play with her hardened nipples. Ted strained to get his mouth on them a couple more times, then gave up, frustration evident on his face. "Oh, Ted, don't give up. You were so close. C'mon, hon, suck on them for me. I want to feel your hot mouth all over them...especially sucking hard on my nipples." She leaned forward, grabbing his head, and pulled his face to her bosom. She directed his mouth toward her right breast, and he sucked it hungrily. When he really got going on it, she pulled back, looking down to see the disappointment in his eyes. Laughing with glee, she leaned back down, pushing her left breast at his mouth. Again he sucked and licked it like a starving man. She enjoyed his eagerness and she played this back and forth game for quite some time, giving him first one breast, then the other, to savor. She looked back at his throbbing muscle to make sure he was really enticed by it all. He was...his throbbing erection all the proof she needed. Then she sat up, pulling her breasts away from his appreciative lips and tongue. He almost groaned with the disappointment this time. "Mmm...that was lovely, Ted. I guess you do like my breasts. But there's so much more of me to love,isn't there, Ted?" "Oh, yes, ma'am," he smiled, "there surely is." He couldn't wait to see what came next. Diane slid forward, gliding herself up his belly and chest. She stopped when the curls of her love nest just barely brushed his chin. "Mmm...but you've already tasted that. I doubt you'd want to again." She sat on his chest with her legs bent and her feet on the pillows above Ted's head. Her warm, moist triangle was proudly displayed just below his chin. Her elbows rested on her knees and her head was cradled in her palms. She sighed with faked boredom. "I guess you've already had enough of my pussy for one day, haven't you, Ted? I'll bet it holds no interest for you anymore. Oh, what am I going to do?" She looked down between her legs and saw Ted's eyes focused on her glistening slit. With her weight on his chest, he couldn't lift himself off the bed very much, so he was straining to look between her legs, his neck craned as far forward as it would go and his chin pressed firmly against his upper chest. Diane couldn't help but smile at his efforts to see her downy treasure. "Oh, my...Ted...are you still interested? Why, that's wonderful. Here, kiss it for me." She slid forward again, this time sliding her patch up over his chin, letting it settle on his mouth. She saw Ted's eyes flutter and roll upward in ecstasy. His kissed her moistness several times just before his tongue came out for its share. His eyes opened and he now looked where he kissed and licked. She let him taste her for awhile, again enjoying his eagerness. While his mouth explored and enjoyed her, she leaned back and once again took hold of his firm, excited rod. He moaned into her sex. But Diane found the position awkward, so she stopped stroking him after a few minutes. Besides, she wanted to tease him mercilessly, so she felt removing her crotch from his face was in order. After all, you can't tease a man if you're giving him what he wants. She sat up again, and then brought her legs under her so she could lift herself off of his mouth. The look of disappointment on Ted's face now was nothing short of heartbreaking...but she had more in store for him. On her knees, straddling him, she slowly rubbed her softly furred pussy up and down his body, letting him feel its warmth on his chest and belly. Then, moving lower, she took his erection in one hand and rubbed the shaft all along the outside of her pussy lips. She was stroking him with her crotch. Ted's teeth were squeezing his lower lip with the sheer torture of it. And Diane was enjoying herself immensely. "Oh, my poor Ted. I promised you I'd do for you what you did for me, didn't I? I guess I really should keep my promise, shouldn't I?" Ted nodded his head eagerly, unable to free his lip from his teeth because of the strain he was under at his groin. "Okay, I'll keep my promise." With that, Diane dropped his penis momentarily. She turned herself around and straddled him again, this time facing his legs. She laid herself down on top of him and took his love muscle firmly in hand. As she had done in the living room, she began to kiss his head with light, gentle kisses. As she kissed it, she slid her bottom up along Ted's chest to give her more room to comfortably service him...and to entice him once again with her patch in his eager face. Her crotch was just within reach of his outstretched tongue, and she chuckled slyly to herself when it started to dance between her legs while she kissed his member. Being tied up, Ted couldn't use nearly as much finesse as he did in the movie theater, but even so his tongue applied itself admirably. Diane, pleased, settled in to do the same for Ted. Reaching over to where she'd placed the extra scarf, she gathered it in hand. While she kissed and licked at the tip of Ted's head, she very gently stroked his shaft and testicles with the silky scarf. She just barely touched it to his skin, and it was working miracles. With each soft stroke, Ted's tongue seemed to increase it's vitality and interest. Yes, thought Diane, this was going just wonderfully. Diane pushed herself backwards again, spreading her legs a little wider, and pushed her sex more firmly into Ted's delighted face. His tongue showed its appreciation for this newly granted gift. Diane took Ted's tiny helmet into her mouth, sucked it gently, and licked at the tip. She stroked with the scarf, concentrating on his testicles, which were already getting themselves ready to make a delivery. After sucking the tip for a few minutes, Diane plunged her head downward, filling her mouth with him. When he moaned, she could feel the warm rush of his breath between her legs. He was licking her with great interest now, his tongue's energy seeming to double with each lick. Diane's mouth slid up and down his shaft slowly and deliberately. His erection filled her mouth completely, but she wanted more. She stroked his testicles with the scarf and sucked on him, her tempo increasing with each stroke. If Ted's hands weren't tied, they'd have been squeezing Diane's buttocks or spreading her lips wide at this point, but as this was not possible Ted's face was burrowing itself as deeply into her as it could. It was as if he was trying to lick his way to her very center. Somewhere along the way, Diane decided she wanted to feel his delicious cock deep inside her. She wanted to feel his warm sex juices inside her steaming love canal. She wanted to orgasm around his thrusting piston. She'd already come around his burrowing tongue, and now she ached and burned for his meat deep inside her. With a suddenness that nearly made Ted cry, Diane lifted herself off his wriggling tongue, taking his engorged penis out of her mouth at the same time. With the speed of thought, she turned and straddled his crotch, plunging herself down on his turgid piston. One warm wetness had been replaced by another. Diane pummeled his crotch with her bottom. When she looked down at Ted's still open, yearning mouth, she felt the need to fill it. She leaned forward and slipped several fingers into it, purely on instinct. Ted sucked at her fingers hungrily, nipping the tips with his teeth, licking all around and between them. Diane continued to dance on his crotch, her vaginal muscles sucking him into her as she slid up and down on him. She switched hands, letting him suck on fresh fingers. She rode him still. His eyes were shut and his tongue lapped her long, slim fingers. She could feel him getting close to orgasm, as was she herself. Her bottom assaulted his crotch in heated passion, and his hips rose to meet hers. They matched their rhythms exactly and both felt the lava about to erupt and cascade between them in abundance. Just before she climaxed, Diane removed her fingers from Ted's hungry mouth and replaced them with her own hungry mouth. She slammed her mouth into his, their tongues interlocking between the suction of their lips. Their teeth ground together with the force of that kiss, and they both were forced to take their gasping breaths through their noses. They panted like animals, and their lips stayed locked in lustful embrace. They licked at each others tongues as their hips pounded into each other. Again and again they sucked tongues and slammed their burning abdomens together. Ted exploded first. His hot liquid spurted forth in wave after wave, warming Diane from inside. The feel of his hot seed inside her was the final piece of her own puzzle. Diane's vagina clamped tightly around his penis when he came, as if to squeeze every last drop form him. At the same time, her own release made her hump his burning crotch even harder. She pounded him with intense lust, thrusting herself up and down on him, grinding her sex into his groin. They were two animals, joined at the lips and at the genitals. They climaxed together, that climax lasting many blissfully long minutes. Slowly, Ted's exploding organ depleted itself, and Diane's hungry cavern was happy to accept the fluids it pumped into her. After a blissful eternity, they slowed their sexual dance...slowing the heaving and thrusting of hips...but continued to moan and grind into each other. Their eyes were locked in embrace as they sweated and moaned and pressed together. Finally, Diane slumped on top of Ted. Both could barely breathe, gasping for every breath of air. Diane was still filled with Ted's slowly deflating manhood, and Ted could feel her vaginal spasms slowly subsiding. Even this felt great to both of them. She lay on top of him for several minutes after their energy-depleting orgasms. It was amazing that in all of this, not one of Diane's scarves had been torn in Ted's struggles. Diane kissed him tenderly all around his face. Slowly, with some effort, she got up off of him and untied his hands and legs. When she'd untied all his bonds, she looked at him and then at the scarves. She smiled. She would put the scarves away for another day. "Here," said Ted, "here's the other one. But, um...it's gonna need to be cleaned. It seems it found its way underneath us during our lovemaking." He smiled, handing her the wet scarf. "I'll wash them all. Who knows...maybe we'll have use for them again." She tested the waters. "Maybe...that certainly was fun. And, who knows...maybe next time I'll get to tie you up." Next time, she thought...he said next time. That was promising. Diane went into the bathroom and put the scarves in the sink. She returned to find Ted sprawled on his back, arms outstretched as they'd been when they were tied to the headboard, but now he was just exhausted. She climbed up on the bed and laid beside him, on her side with her elbow on the bed and her head in her hand. She looked at him. He looked back. There was a connection...deeper than sex...from soul to soul. "That was incredible," he said. "Sure was," she replied, "This whole day has been incredible." "Yeah...I couldn't agree more." His hand stroked her arm, shoulder and then her cheek. She smiled. "I really like you, Ted. You're a really great guy. Why is it that you're still single?" "Just haven't found the right lady, yet, I guess. Never been very lucky in love." "Me either," she said, looking into his eyes for a sign...of what she wasn't sure. Ted reached his arm around and under her, and she laid down on it, cuddling into him. She stroked his lightly furred chest. "Diane," he asked, "do you believe in fate?" "What?" she answered a question with a question. "Well, I really like you, Diane. I mean, like, alot. I just wonder if our meeting in the market over a six-pack of Sam Adams wasn't...I don't know...meant to be." He looked at her, and when he saw the amused look on her face, his face flushed with embarrassment. "Sounds stupid, doesn't it?" he chuckled. "No, Ted, not at all. The same thing crossed my mind a time or two. We have alot of common interests, and not just sex," she laughed, "and we get along really well...on all fronts. I haven't had this much fun with a guy - and, again, I don't mean just the sex - in a long, long time. Today really has been fantastic." He rolled on his side to gaze deeply into her eyes. He again stroked her cheek. "Then, who says it has to end? I'd like to keep seeing you - and, like you said, I don't mean just for sex. I'd like to get to really know you. I'd like today to be just a beginning. Maybe it'll lead to something really special. What do you think? Sound like a plan...or am I spinning my wheels here?" "No, Ted, you're not spinning your wheels. It sounds like a fine plan to me. I think we have the makings of a pretty good run, here. There's no way of telling where it'll lead, but I'll bet we have a helluva lot of fun getting there. I'm game if you are." Lady Fingers (Conclusion) With that, Ted leaned over and kissed her. Their eyes met and spoke volumes to each other in a single instant. "You are really something, Diane," he said softly. "As are you, my noble knight," she replied just as softly. They kissed deeply, souls entwining even as their tongues did. Both were looking forward to many wonderful days and nights together. That sensual kiss led to more kisses, which led to touching, caressing...and a warm night filled with loving...