8 comments/ 18435 views/ 8 favorites The After Dance By: Euphonic THE AFTER DANCE It was a lovely early evening of dancing and cocktails. We didn't eat a full meal, just a few appetizers, and then we left early. I couldn't understand why John wanted to leave so early. I was having fun. The live music was great and being guided around the dance floor by John's strong arms, having him spin me away, then pull me back to him. It was getting me wet. Now we're going home and the evening is still so young! The car jostles me about in my seat as we navigate the windy road up to the house. Why are we so isolated here anyway? Oh yes, I enjoy the birds singing in the trees each season of the year. And the quiet contemplation away from the hordes of humans always wanting something from me on a daily basis. Ah, to be alone with my own thoughts just for an hour every now and then. That is why we live here. I glance over at John. His face is still set in the 'dance mode' character. Revealing nothing of his emotions or desires. I know he is aroused, and yet his features tell nothing. Maddening. He is concentrating on driving, keeping us safe. Animals can come out of the woods suddenly and hitting a deer, raccoon or skunk is not a pleasant experience. And dangerous for us as well. I admire his conscience attention to the task at hand. He is so good at that. Even in bed. Oh yes, very conscience of what he is doing to me in bed and how it is making me feel as he does it. Bastard can make me crazed with desire and just keep denying me release until he wants me to cum. His way, his timing, his command. Just like dancing, leading me to where he wants me to go. We arrive at the house. The car slowly ascends up the driveway. The garage doors open at our approach, recognizing our vehicle's electronic signature. He parks the car, shuts off the ignition. We look at each other, smile. Slowly he leans across the seats and plants a soft kiss below my ear. Then leaves his lips just hovering there, over my skin. His breath on the place he just kissed. The rhythm of his breathing in my ear. Just waiting. The anticipation of what he will do or say is making my breath quicken. Are we going to do it in the car? "Did you enjoy yourself tonight?" he breaths slowly in my ear. Shivers go through my body. I am afraid to break the spell, and just nod my approval, yes. "Hmmm. Well, my dear, now I want to enjoy you tonight." And with that his hand comes up, holds my chin, turns my face toward his own. Claims my mouth. Ardent. Hard. Demanding. Crap, now I'm certain we're going to do it in the car. For several minutes we kiss. All kinds of kisses. Soft, slow, long, fast, hard, deep, grazing kisses. And all he ever touches is my hair, face, neck. Traces his finger around my ear. Tugs my earlobe. Blows on my skin. Ahhhh. Now he undoes my coat. Pushes it open, revealing my heaving chest. Oh yes, I am panting. He's got my adrenaline going now. He has a plan alright. Now he's going to play with me, I know it. I am wearing a wrap dress, the one that ends just below my knees. He doesn't like men admiring too much that which is his. I can dress in a manner that pleases him, but not so provocative that it draws leering stares from other men. He doesn't like their eyes on my ivory skin. Precious ivory. He prefers only his eyes on my skin, only his hands feeling the smooth texture. He knows ivory is in demand and the high price it can command. This ivory skin is his, and no one is going to enjoy it except him. "I notice that tonight you wore the wrap dress that shows the shape of your body, the heft of your breasts, but little skin, and no cleavage. You did it to please me, didn't you?" "Yes," I confessed. I knew he would like it. He now kisses my neck as my head lolls about on my shoulders. Mmmm. He tugs at the bow of my wrap dress. It comes undone, his fingers plucking at it, pulling the ties apart and opening up the dress. I am wearing a bustier underneath. With garters and stockings. I notice his pupils dilate. Oh yes, he certainly approves. His hand strokes my flesh just below the lower edge of the bustier. I am wearing a lace tanga panty, and the garters are attached to the bustier. Lace tops on the stockings give a very nice overall effect. Stunning. I know. "Hmmm," he purrs. "I want you out of that dress. Come on, off with it." He puts his hands under the shoulders of the dress and pushes backwards, runs his hands down my arms and over my hands. The coat and dress are pooled around my waist now. I am now in undergarments and heels. He admires me. Just looks. Says nothing. His use of silence is effective. Makes me nervous. More adrenaline pumps into my system. His arm goes behind me, around my back. His hand cups the side of my far breast, his lips graze the top of the other breast. "Lovely tits. My tits." he murmurs. "I want to play with my tits for awhile. You just sit back and relax." Holy. This will make me nuts. He uses the word tits when he is lustful. He knows I prefer breasts. I hope he doesn't keep at me for twenty minutes like last time. I was so sensitive afterwards. He does like to nibble and pull on the nipples with his teeth. Tries to make them longer over time. It seems to be his hobby. I remember the mention of nipple rings, but I haven't seen them yet. Don't want to bring the subject up either. It starts with the pulling down of the bra cups. Always the same, except when he decides to bite through the fabric and salivate on the cups until they're soaking wet. This is an expensive set of lingerie however, and I feel he wants me to wear it often. He actually is showing reverence for the garment, not his usual style. Most times he doesn't care about my clothing, just that it is in the way of his goals. Good thing he can afford to replace them. After ten minutes I am blessed with the cessation of all his nipple and breast activities. Whew. He gently adjusts the bra cups to cover his tits. My clit must be huge after being bombarded with so many electrical shocks from the breasts being stimulated. Over and over and over again. Doesn't his tongue ever get tired? "Well, after that I certainly am thirsty. How about you my dear? I had the help set up the back gazebo with refreshments and a relaxing environment. Let's go now. You stay seated. I'll get the door for you." Geesh. Will the help still be around? Watching? Not that he would care. He ignores them as they go about their chores. But he does treat them well financially. Even a health care plan. Nobody ever leaves of their own will from his employ. But he does fire incompetent people. Rarely happens, but it does happen. The car door opens, and I put my two legs out, reach behind me for my dress. "No, no my dear. Leave the dress. You will walk with me to the gazebo as you are." "In lingerie?" I gasp. Okay, we can't be seen by the neighbors, but won't it be cold amongst the trees, in the dark? "Anna, I will take care of you. You will see. Just walk with me...now." Uh oh. The now word. His lips together, stern face, eyes glaring at me, hand outstretched. I take his hand, he pulls me up. We walk out of the garage's side door, and head towards the rear of the house. Towards the gazebo. What is this? It is set up like a festive scene from the Arabian Nights. Long colorful flowing saris hanging from the beams. Soft middle eastern music playing on surround sound speakers placed around the site. A plethora of pillows of different shapes, sizes and colors scattered on the floor and around benches. This is quite amazing. And it is warm. Propane outdoor heaters strategically placed here and there. My exposed skin is not cold. The soft lighting and flickering candles make the scene inviting and romantic. "Shall I call you Sheik this evening, Sir?" "Do you find me masterful and irresistibly charming?" he replies, smirking. "Yes, yes I do. Especially right now." "Lovely. But I prefer you call me John. Especially when you cum. Anna, when you cum for me tonight, and you will, you will call to me very loudly, and it will be my name. No other's. Mine." I study him. His whole body is tense, focused. He knows what he wants, and it is me. Now. Tonight. Holy crap, I'm gonna get it. Big time. I swallow hard. "Yes, Sir." I reply, then sheepishly look down. I think of prostrating myself to him, but on these outdoor bricks, it would ruin the silk stockings. He doesn't like that anyway. He only likes me on my knees, protected with pillows, while I orally stimulate his cock. He wants me comfortable so I can pleasure him this way for twenty minutes or more. He adores that, the caress of my tongue, the suction of my lips, a thermos of hot clear tea and a cup nearby. I periodically rehydrate myself and heat up my mouth with the tea. Makes my mouth very hot and when I put his dick inside all the way to the back of my throat, he groans so loudly my cunt just gushes. I awaken to the here and now from my reverie. John is commanding my attention. "Well, do you?" I hear him say. "Uh, sorry Sir, I wasn't...I didn't hear the question." My face turns puce. I hope I'm not in trouble. "I asked you if you knew what day it was?" "Um, it's April 22nd, Sir." "Do you know what is celebrated on April 22nd?" John asks. "No, I don't." I reply, uncertain as to where this is headed. "Earth Day is celebrated today," he explains. "Oh." I ponder this for a minute. "How is it celebrated?" "Some people plant trees. However, we are going to celebrate with a tree." I look at him quizzically. "With a tree?" "Yes, but first, we'll eat." He gestures to an area behind him where there are three hibachis set up. They all have hot coals. On a long table next to them are tongs, two cutting boards, two knives, plates, bowls and serviettes. Bottles of wine, brandy, glasses, bowls of beef, cut vegetables and fresh fruit salad sitting on a bed of ice, along with bottles of water. A cappuccino machine, milk, soy milk and biscotti are also there. "Come, help me cook our meal." I walk over to help. As he slices Kobe beef and soaks it in some red wine, I am grilling fresh sliced pineapple on one of the grills. He takes some skewers that are soaking in water, and begins threading the vegetables and beef onto the skewers. As the kabobs grill on one of the hibachis, he bastes them with Moroccan spices. A bit of smoke wafts up as the drippings hit the coals. I place the grilled pineapple slices on a plate. John places the grilled slices on a clean cutting board, picks up a clean knife and cuts them into triangular shaped pieces. As he arranges the kabobs and pineapple on a plate, he asks me to pour some wine. I do so and bring the two glasses over to where he is now sitting, on a bench. There's a small table beside him. I notice there is room for only one person. Where am I supposed to sit? I look left and right. John tsk tsks. "Come here," he says as he jerks his head in the direction he wants me to go. "Put the glasses on the table, then sit in my lap facing the table." I do as he instructs. Now he picks up a piece of pineapple with his fingers, and holds it up to my mouth. I open my lips. He pops the morsel into my mouth, and I chew. As I chew, he strokes my lips with his finger. After I swallow, he gently says, "Every time you swallow, I want you to tilt your head back first. I want to see your throat muscles working. I like watching a woman that swallows," he says with a wicked grin on his lips. "Do you want more?" he asks me. I nod my desire, yes. "Then suck my fingers clean, and I will feed you more." After I eat one kabob of food, he says, "My turn." And now I am feeding him. Same routine. Back and forth, sips of wine, eat some food. Until we are both sated. Eating with our fingers, and sucking each others fingers clean was so sensual, my mouth and my pussy are both salivating now. John pulls me close, his mouth to my ear. "You will satisfy another of my appetites" he says in a lustful manner. He lifts me off his lap and puts me on the ground. "Come," he states with a twinkle in his eye, and I follow him into the gazebo. Surrounded by billowing saris and colorful pillows, John begins a slow strip tease of removing his shoes, tie, jacket, shirt, pants, socks, undershirt and shorts. He is gloriously naked. Then he picks up a folded white linen garment, and puts it on. He has changed into Arab robes. Complete with contrasting belt, but no headdress. He sits in an arm chair. There is a bottle of still water beside the chair on a small table. He tells me to bring as many pillows as will make me comfortable as I will be kneeling in between his legs. I gather up some pillows, and walk to him. John opens his thighs, his erect pulsing cock batting against the linen of the robe. He adjusts his position, makes himself comfortable. I place the pillows on the floor between his knees, and lower myself to the floor. "Drink some water first," he tells me. "I don't want you to have a dry mouth." I gulp the water down. This means a twenty minute session or longer. I hope my jaw doesn't get tired. "Do you want me to drink something hot first?" I ask him, never knowing what his mood will be when he wants the pleasure of my mouth. "Not this time," he sighs. "Now, I just want the heat and feel of Anna on my dick." I grin. This is actually a complement. Just me. Only me. "My dear, this time, I am interested in the journey. Just take your time, don't worry about the destination. I want to enjoy the feel of you, the look of you, the sound of you...your scent. I want to see the desire for my cock in your eyes. I don't want you to deep throat me, darling. Not this time. You just ate. Just stimulate me with your wickedly talented mouth, lips, hands, eyes and sounds. I want to enjoy the experience without the expectation of orgasm. Just enjoy it. I now leave the production and choreography to you." And with that he leans back and closes his eyes. I pile the pillows on either side of his feet, then get on my hands and knees. I crawl towards him, looking up and watching him. He is still relaxed with his eyes closed, letting whatever I'm going to do be a surprise. I crawl slowly, brushing his knee with one of my shoulders as I approach him, his inner thigh with the other. I keep going until my nose is right above his stiff cock under the linen. I inhale deeply. Several times. Loudly. He peeks at me. This is new. As he looks at me, I start at the tip of his cock and inhale deeply all along the length of it. Lovely scent. Then I open my mouth, and start gently biting his gorgeous cock along its length, from the base to the tip. Then back. His manhood jumps at each bite. New sensation. A little dangerous too. I can see his breathing quicken, his eyes dilate. Not the same old same old. I smile up wickedly at him. "Ohhh," he moans as he shifts his hips backwards. Probably an instinctive reaction to protect his sensitive cock from my teeth. Ha. Scary. Good. I do the entire length and back twice more. Different from using my hand to squeeze it through the fabric. Now I take the hem of his garment with my teeth, and raise it up. It takes a few minutes to get the robe up and out of the way with only my teeth. During this exercise, I am buffeting him with my shoulders and upper arms, as well as my face and head. He said he wasn't in a hurry, so I take my time. When I finally remove the last of the linen, his dick bobs up violently like a Jack in the Box. This makes the head a rapidly moving evasive target for my mouth to capture. I just giggle and watch it write its desire in the air with its eye. Its playing hard to get. What a tease. John's anticipation is making him antsy. I'm not acting anything like I usually do. So far nothing is routine. His breathing is erratic. I know that I am turning him on. Good. I watch as his cock swells even bigger. This environment he's created has caused me to be transported to a zone where I've never been before. I feel like a middle eastern sex slave. A cherished and spoiled sex slave because, God, I love to suck cock. I want to suck his cock more than I want to breath. But he has said not to deep throat him tonight. The meal was recent, so I will comply. I sit back on my heels and extend my arms outwards to his knees. Then I softly move my hands in light circles up his thighs to his balls. Then I start again, a little harder. Third time with my nails. This time my left hand goes underneath his balls and massages the back. Also the place between his anus and his balls. He squirms. I am still ignoring his cock. It is settling down, now just twitching occasionally. My right hand playfully tugs at his pubic hairs as my flat tongue starts on his balls and slowly licks up the length of the shaft to the V of the head. Then my lips kiss the front third of the head, and I start licking from his balls up to the V again. I do this again and again and again, all the while massaging his balls. He is losing himself to the sensation. I keep doing this until his mushroom head turns purple. I position myself so my knees are a foot apart for balance, stick my ass in the air and concave my back. He now has a good view of my face, tits and ass. My body is presented in a curved feminine pose. He keeps scanning my body, returning to my face and lingering. I dare say there is love expressed on his face. Yes. He adores me. My left hand cups his balls and lightly squeezes and releases. My right hand leaves his curly hairs and cradles his shaft. My lips finally start taking his dick head into my mouth. Not all at once. First a third, then release it. Then two thirds, and release. Then the whole head. I use my tongue to poke at and tease the head's eye that wrote its desire for my mouth in the air at me earlier. I can almost hear it say "Ahhhh," as the liquid muscle of my tongue strokes and teases it. "Mmmmm," I answer back. Now I am synchronizing the rhythm of squeezing his balls, stroking the bottom third of his shaft and pumping the top two thirds of his shaft in and out of my mouth. I find the actions soothing and mesmerizing. I must have kept doing this for several minutes, but he didn't complain. When my jaw joints start to tire, I pop the head out of my mouth, and start hitting my cheeks with his stiff shaft. Smiling impishly at him the whole time. Then I take the stiff member and put in on my throat. And start to hum. As I rock my body gently back and forth, his cock approaches his belly, and then I pull it away. All the while humming. I see the tension going out of his back, his shoulders. All the stress from his work day just melting away. Intermittently I pop the head in my mouth and lave it with my tongue. Not forgetting the sensitive V area below the tip. Making the tip of my tongue hard and outlining the crease under the mushroom rim. Exploring the shape of the head, my mouth memorizing the shape of the head. The smooth top, the depression of the eye, the extension of the rim, the crease under the rim, the veiny feel of the shaft. The scent. The way it feels like a metal rod covered with dense foam. John is enjoying this treatment. Sometimes his eyes are closed, sometimes looking at me through half open lids. His long lashes throwing shadows on his cheeks. His mouth slack, a little open, breathing steadily but changing to an erratic pattern depending on my administrations. Now I put both hands on his shaft. My left hand just under the head, my right hand at the base of his cock. I grasp the shaft loosely and twist my wrists in opposite directions, then move my hands towards each other, then away. Twisting and stroking up and down, meeting in the middle of the shaft. I watch his reaction. Pelvis shifting, lifting himself up off the chair with his arms, leaning forward a little. Oh, he is enjoying this new set of sensations. Not so relaxing anymore. Now more stimulating. The After Dance I grin. Poke my tongue out between my teeth. Watch him watching me. "My balls," he gasps, "suck my balls as you do that." First I give the head a couple of quick licks with a flat tongue, then I lick the underside of his balls, all the while still twisting and stroking the shaft. I take one of his balls into my mouth, suck on it, roll it around in my mouth, and let it pop out. Do the same to the other one. Then both at once, as best I can. His sac twins aren't overly large, but my mouth isn't all that big either. I suck hard, release. Repeat. Several times. My loud moans with his balls in my mouth must be vibrating up his shaft. He is really aroused now. Not relaxed at all. I switch back to using my mouth as a cunt. Spit on the head, rub the saliva all over the dick, engulf it with my lips, slide in over my tongue. My head bobs vigorously and greedily over the engorged offering. The heat, the sensation of fullness and the scent are intoxicating. I go to the back of the tongue, but obey him and don't deep throat. I slurp and moan with abandon. All the while my hands are massaging his hips, his inner thighs. "Ah, Christ...Anna...that feels so good..." Yep, I think, a good production is always better with a first class sound track. Between his expressions of appreciation and my greedy moans of desire, I was sure he was going to cum. Instead he leans forward, grabs my hair just above the nape of the neck, and pulls my face up to his. He just looks at me for an instance, then kisses me hard. His tongue invades my mouth and then he starts fucking my mouth with his tongue. I try to kiss him back, but he wasn't having any of that. I was just to receive. So I relax into the moment and let him explore my mouth, my lips, trace my teeth. His hands stroking my face and neck, moving down and cupping my breasts. "Let's get this off you," he says as he begins unclasping the hooks running down the front of the bustier. "I want your breasts free to swing." And his long strong fingers begin the repetitive action of unhooking each fastener one by one, revealing my naked flesh slowly as each one gives way. When the last hook and eye is undone he pushes the bustier fully open, and reaches up to pinch my nipples. "I haven't seen these for well over an hour," he says grinning. "Pale pink nipples," he whispers. "They should taste like cotton candy if you went by the color." Then his lips latch onto one, while his fingers twist the other. "Ahhhh," I yelp as the sensations flood from my tits to my clit. Electric shocks is what it feels like. Deliciously pleasurable shocks, but sharp and biting. His teeth and fingers are really working me over. Then he leans back to admire his handy work. "There," he says with an air of satisfaction. "Nicely swollen and perky." I have the feeling he wished my nipples were larger, but then he wouldn't have the fun of trying to make them longer and bigger nearly every damn day. Because the garters are attached to the bustier, he reaches down and unclasps the silk hose. He has me sit in his lap, removes my shoes, and has me bend my leg as he rolls the stocking down to my ankle, then off my foot. Repeats with the other leg. Now his palm runs up and down my legs, over the swell of the muscles, the dips of the joints. Again and again, arousing me until I squirm. I am now wearing only a tanga panty. The hand that was stroking my legs now holds my hip firmly and presses me to him, while his other hand explores my back. Long and slow strokes, over and over. I am breathing faster now, my pupils must be blown wide open. My cunt is aching and weeping, crying for him to touch it, fill it, but he just keeps trailing his fingers and palm over my back. "Please, please," I beg him. "Please touch me John, please." "But Anna, I am touching you," he grins wickedly. "Noooo," I wail. "Touch me on my cunt, John." "No touch you on your cunt. Got it." "John! That is not what I meant!" "Ha ha ha ha ha," he laughs uproarously. "Well, that is what you said, and Ma'am, I will obey your request." "No, no no no no!" I wail louder. "You know I want you to touch my cunt! John, please do it now!" "Exactly," he affirms. "No No No No No want you to touch my cunt. Got it." "Ahhh, John, you are impossible!" I try to squirm away and touch myself. He grabs my wrists. "Oh Anna, if I No No No No No touch your cunt, then same goes for you." I try to shake him off me, but he just laughs more. "Go ahead. Give me a show. My tits are bouncing around very provocatively." And with that he puts both my wrists behind my back, pulls me close, leans down and bites my breast. "Ahhhhh Ooooo OW OW OW!" I holler. He releases his tit and just laughs. "Go ahead, holler all ya wanna. Nobody's gonna hear ya!" he says mockingly. I know he is right. I am at his mercy. He continues to bite, suck and lick my breasts for over five minutes. His cock is at least a third deflated now, making a softer seat for me in his lap. But I'm still horny as Hell and I can't get any friction on my clit for relief. He stimulates my breasts just enough so I feel my cunt lips getting fuller and achy, but not enough to get me off. Erudite bastard. He knows what he's doing. Eventually I just stop fighting and let him have his way. "Hmmm," he finally says as he leans back and admires how rosy my breasts are now after being softly bitten all over with his teeth. "I am thirsty. We will have some dessert and coffee, and then I think I will indulge myself and play with you again." With that he puts my wrists in my lap, lifts me up and puts me on the floor. "Don't you dare touch yourself," he sternly admonishes me. I look at his determined face and know that I won't disobey his order. I nod yes, sheepishly putting my wrists behind my back. "C'mon," he says. "Let's eat." He holds out his hand to me, I place my hand in his, and we walk over to the cappuccino machine. John picks up two large brandy glasses, and asks me to make some cappuccinos. Organic milk for him, organic soy milk for me. He always looks after me. Remembers my allergy to dairy. While I make the coffees, John pours some brandy into the two glasses. Then he picks up one of the candles that are scattered about the yard and moves its flame back and forth along the lower part of the bowl of the glass, heating the brandy. Then he spoons some fresh fruit salad into the heated brandy. On his he puts a dollop of fresh whipped cream. On mine he sprinkles a little demerara sugar. I place some biscotti on John's coffee cup saucer, and bring the two beverages over to the same table where we ate the kabobs. Again I sit in John's lap as we fish the fruit out of the brandy glasses with spoons. Then we sip our coffees as we talk about Earth Day and the environment. We both express appreciation for the few acres we have here next to the lake. We both love the wooded landscape and the wildlife. John's charity interests are environmental conservation, as well as wildlife habitat restoration. We are both aware of species becoming extinct before our eyes, and discuss how we can help to slow down the trend. John takes my empty coffee cup from me and places it on the table. Then he gives me a couple of playful swats on my outer thigh, then my hip. "Play time," he says in an imperative tone. "Stand up, my dear." I do as he asks. "Now, over my knee. I want to make your cheeks as rosy as I made your breasts earlier." I look horrified. "Why?" I exclaim. What did I do to deserve a spanking? "Oh Anna, not that kind of spanking. A fun spanking. Hopefully one where your cunt juices run down your leg and soak my robe. A sexual spanking to arouse that cute pussy of yours." I almost throw myself over his knees. Yesssss. Finally, he's going to touch me and I get to orgasm. Ahhhh, my cunt clenches with delight. "Mmmm, you're so pale. You redden up so nicely under my admiring palm." Smack. I jump at the unexpected contact. He is swatting my cheek at the bottom, lifting it upwards. Not very hard, cupping his hand. It makes a lot of noise, but doesn't sting too much. Smack, smack, smack...then his palm caressing the whole cheek. Again. Smack, smack, smack, smack...caressing. Nails trailing across the cheeks. Sometimes he leans over and gently bites my plump ass cheeks. I moan, groan and yelp. He loves it. A steady rhythm of swats, caresses, nails, teeth, sometimes even a pinch slowly build up my arousal. He asks me to open my legs a little more, and checks with his fingers to see how wet I am. "Oh, you are enjoying yourself. I don't know who is happier right now. You with your wet cunt or me with the view of your gorgeous reddening ass. Oh Anna, the moment I saw your red hair, green eyes and pale skin, I just had to have my hands on you. You pink up so quickly. And the heat radiating off your lovely backside is so comforting to my palm. I just love smacking your backside. I love getting you wet like this, I love the scent your cunt gives off as I continue smacking you. Your beautiful legs, the curve of your back. No struggling, no crying...I just love having my hands on you. Such a gorgeous woman, and all mine." I moan as he speaks to me. I feel his erection stiffen and swell. Harden. Making it a little uncomfortable as it presses into my hip. After twenty minutes, he asks me to stand up. He never stimulated my cunt, just checked to determine its degree of wetness off and on during the spanking. Oh, I really want some relief right now, but don't dare ask or beg. He has a plan, I'll just have to wait. "Now, I have a surprise for you," he says with a toothy grin. "What?" I want to rub my hot ass but just leave my hands at my sides. "Its in the gazebo. C'mon." And with the excitement of a kid on Christmas morning, he takes my hand and leads me past the billowing saris hanging from the beams, and has me stand in the middle of the structure. He picks up a sheer length of cloth with some beading on it. It is a lovely cream color. He also picks up a yard long cloth belt about an inch wide, also in cream. What is he going to do with that? "We are going to be walking over to the top of the stairs that lead down to the lake, so you'll need to have something to protect you from the cold. This is it." "What, the world's largest scarf?" He snorts a laugh. "No, a sari." "Oh," I say. "Well, do you know how to put it on me?" "Yes," he states with confidence. "There are many helpful videos on the internet." "Okay," I say with a tiny bit of apprehension. "What do I do?" "Mainly, you just stand there while I wrap this around you. Don't move." First he ties the belt around my waist. Snugly. "Usually a skirt is tied with a belt under the sari, but I want to see your legs through the sheer fabric. So I'm just using a belt." He puts three fingers under the belt, gives a little tug, and nods satisfactorily. He takes one corner of the cloth and tucks it under the belt at one hip, making sure that the length is just at the top of my toes. Then he wraps it all the way around my hips until it is in front of my belly button. He tucks all that in under the belt and checks the evenness of the hem. Now he makes accordion folds in his hands, and tucks all those folds in a bunch right in front of my belly button. Centers it all. Checks the hem. Now he takes the rest of the sari and wraps it around my body, coming in front of my belly again and then up and over one shoulder, diagonally across my body. He takes the end dangling down my back and tucks that into the belt behind me. "Now, the style is to wear a blouse under the sari, but I want to see your tits through the sheer fabric. Very nice effect. Yes. Very nice." I look down at my body and wiggle a bit. The beads shine in the candle light . I feel quite warm and exotic wearing this. Just a tug, and I'll be naked again. "Here are some sandals for us both. Now we walk to the stairs. I want to see the moon over the lake from there. It should be a magical sight." "John, this evening just keeps getting better. You've made it so special for me. I'll always remember today." "Evening's not over yet, My Love. Not until you scream my name. C'mon, let's go before the evening gets too cold. We still have to celebrate Earth Day with a tree." "Um, exactly what does that mean?" I'm really curious now. Am I going to be tied to a tree with this sari? Who knows what he has planned. "Ha ha ha ha ha," he chortles. "That would spoil the surprise." The soft middle eastern music becomes muted as we walk away from the gazebo along the trail to the stairs that lead down to the lake shore. Are we going down to the lake shore? Maybe he has a fire going down there on the shoreline. Maybe a Sheik's tent? So many possibilities. I can never second guess him. The trail is lined with trees, but the dappled moonlight illuminates the path. It is such a beautiful night. Unusually warm for this time of year. But then, the spring time is getting warmer sooner. Some people would say its global warming, others would say it doesn't exist. I do notice the spring flowers bloom earlier than when I was younger. The swish swish swish of the fabric occasionally distracts me and I like the way the folds of fabric part as my feet move forward. The garment is a different sensation on my body. Probably why he put it on me. Always stimulating my senses in a new way. We come to the end of the trail where there is an unobstructed view of the lake. On either side of the stairs leading down to the shoreline are cherry blossom trees. In full bloom. The moonlight falls on the lovely pink color and they look like pink cotton candy swirls on sticks. I notice on the first step there are several woolen blankets neatly folded in a pile. John takes a blanket and spreads it under a tree full of blossoms, about six feet away from the trunk. "Do you know of the poet Joyce Kilmer?" he asks me. I shake my head no as I gaze out over the lake. The moonlight is reflected in the water and the entire scene is surreal. "Well, this poet wrote a poem titled 'Trees'. There is a lovely line in the poem, 'A tree whose hungry mouth is pressed against the earth's sweet flowing breast.' Tonight I loved pressing my mouth against your sweet breasts My Anna. Oh yes. I truly enjoyed it." He undoes the belt of his robe, and then removes the robe and tosses it to the side of the blanket laid on the ground. Then he approaches me, leads me to stand on the blanket, and gently unwinds the sari. He wads up the sari and tosses it onto his robe, unties my belt and throws it on top of the sari. My tanga panty follows the belt. Then he picks up a second blanket, leaves it folded and drops it on to the blanket laid out under the tree. "Kneel." A one word command, and the look on his face. I see he is partially erect. Mmm. Cock again. "Anna, the evening is getting chilly. Make me hard, and quickly. I want to enjoy your swollen cunt around my cock as soon as possible. I've been wanting your cunt all day." I kick off my sandals and fall to my knees to worship his dick, collecting saliva in my mouth in anticipation. I see he's even more erect now, but not quite there. He walks up to me, holds my hair above the nape of my neck, tilts my face up and eases his cock into my mouth with his other hand. "Stick out your tongue and open wide. I want to fuck your mouth. You can suck it later." For the first few minutes, he does exactly that. I just open up and he sets the rhythm, the depth of the strokes. Some go deep throat and he lingers there a few seconds, then out again. My gag reflex does not activate. So the next time he deep throats me, I waggle my head back and forth rapidly to give him something different to feel. I make gargling sounds, moan like I'm getting the best foot massage in the world. Oh yea, he likes that. His back arches as he pounds my mouth a little more rapidly. "Oh, Anna. The sounds you're making are driving me crazy!" He pulls out all the way, and looks down lovingly at me. "Okay, you can suck me." I feel his cock jerk uncontrollably in my mouth. My moans start in my chest, travel up my throat and vibrate around his dick. His balls are cupped in my palm and I feel them tighten, pulled closer to his shaft. My finger tips tickle the underside of his balls. His back arches again. The rhythmic rocking of my head becomes faster, more urgent. I know he is holding back a little, just to make it more enjoyable and stronger when he spurts his offering. John's cock swells inside me. The time is now. I take him deep into my body, wanting to hold him there. He looks at me, his eyes blazing with lust. A crazed look on his face. I look at him, focused on him. My green eyes wide, shining with love and wanting. Looking at him in the dark. Like a cat. He is fully erect now. And suddenly he pulls out of my mouth and yells, "Enough!" "Stand up." I rise up and his arms encircle me. He holds me close. Tight. Kisses me deeply. Reverently. Repeatedly. Smashes my breasts against his chest, kneads my ass. "Hold onto my shoulders and wrap your legs around my waist," he says as his hands grab hold of my still red ass cheeks. "Ah, nice and warm still..." he sighs. He takes a few steps and stops directly under a branch of the cherry blossom tree. "Now Anna, I want you to reach up and hold onto the tree branch. Tight. Don't let go." I do as he says. The bark is rough and bites a little into my palms. "Don't let go," he sternly instructs again. He starts kissing me again. Talking to me. Saying how pleasant an evening he's having...how much he wants to enter my body and have me cum in his arms. His erection gets longer, harder. He massages my clit and labia with his member. His speech becomes vulgar, lustful. I become more wet. So wet there are squishy sounds as he keeps massaging my clit with his dick head. Suddenly I'm hoisted into the air. A yelp of surprise escapes me. Then a groan of pleasure as I'm impaled on his dick. John's hands move my ass up and down in a slow rhythm. Then faster, slower, faster, slower... I notice the cherry blossoms start to fall upon my face. The feeling is incredible. The moonlight plays upon our faces and bodies. The cool blossoms fall upon us and tickle our skin. His cock massages me deeply and stretches my pussy. Every stroke makes me crave another. And another. Faster, faster. Deeper, stronger. Long strong strokes. Pounding me viciously, my body shaking the tree branch violently. We're engulfed in a blizzard of pink cherry blossoms. My back arches, my body convulses. John's roar of ecstasy is deafening in my ear, and I hear myself scream his name.