0 comments/ 32886 views/ 1 favorites A Vision Of Passion By: Sir Edward Let me tell you about the heat and passion I witnessed on a cold March morning not long ago., in the wee small hours after midnight. There is the little motel in Maine, and as a favor to the owner I filled in at the front desk. Not long after 9 p.m. a delightful couple came in and requested a room. He was named Dave. A quite handsome man, he was tall, with sparkling blue eyes, dark wavy hair and a neat mustache. His expensive leather jacket made clear he was a successful man. She, for purposes of privacy, we shall call Dee. And we shall discuss her lovely form a bit later. From her comments I knew they were planning a night of lovemaking, and I made certain to give them a room on the ground floor facing the ocean, away from the other rooms and quite far from the street. No stray passerby's could see in their window. "You must close the blinds by ten," I told them, smiling. "But you can open them up again later." He gave a smile, she a little giggle. But when I checked not long after 11, the blinds were closed and I could see nothing of what was happening in the room. After a few hours of writing, I went back to check, and was rewarded. The blinds were still closed, but a couple of slots in the doorway blinds had been pushed open, and I could see the entire bed. And what a lovely sight it was. She had told me her age. But the woman I saw could not have been 40. Her trim, athletic body was tight and strong. She wore still a beautiful golden necklace, and golden earrings, but nothing else. Her hair was fairly short, and dark, but she had applied lighter highlights. And dark too was the full lovely bush that covered her pussy. Her beautiful breasts were those of a much younger woman. Not overly large, but so beautifully formed, they seemed not to sag at all, but to perch pertly on that magnificent body. Her bottom was a thing of beauty, the twin tight cheeks formed a perfect ass, a firm heart shaped valentine. He lay on his back. Dee was sitting astride him. For long moments she used her hands and her body to stroke him, to caress him with a sensual massage that went on and on and on. She used her soft hands to pleasure him. And she used the full bush, too, working her pelvis so that it lightly brushed up and down his back, over his ass, then up again. The temperature was frosty. But still I pulled one of the lawn chairs and sat in front of the door, watching. I had seen many couples fucking, but never had seen a more sexy, sensual woman. She and Dave certainly had left the blinds bent so I could watch. She never looked at the doorway. I could only hope she could know somehow that I was there, but frankly all her attention was focused on pleasing her partner. But after a half an hour, as she continued to work his body in the most sensual massage, I felt very very cold. Even wearing a ski jacket I was cold. So I went back to my room and got yet another coat, an oversized arctic parka, and put in on over the ski jacket. When I returned, the blinds were still open enough that I could witness the lovemaking in the well lit room. But now things had changed. David now lay on his back. His chest was covered with dark hair, lots of it. She sat astride him still, her fingers working the hair on his chest, and then caressing his face, his sides, his stomach. His cock was now visible, and hard. Sizable, it pushed upward, and only a few moments after I arrived again as a voyeur, she rose up and sank down on it. I had a side view, but could see the shaft disappearing into her pussy. She rode her stallion, and a more beautiful view of the act of love could not be imagined. Her lithe body undulated and one could only imagine how sweet her hot cunt felt as she fucked on and on, moving the flesh of her pussy in waves. Like the ocean outside the door, cresting and retreating, her body whipped slowly and deliberately back and forth. Then she began to fuck in earnest, rising up and then pushing her body downward until the entire length was jammed up her. Her eyes were closed, her face flushed. His hands were on her hips, holding her as she fucked. His body moved under her, thrusting upward, moving like a piston. He was driving it up into her over and over. I could see the juices flowing from her, coating his cock so that it gleamed. I was certain that she would go on fucking him. There was no doubt that she was in the midst of sexual pleasure. But Dee wanted something else. Dee was to show that she was a woman who loved to drink cum, and to suck cock so well that the man would never forget her. She moved up and off his cock. Without hesitation, her mouth went down to lick the top of his cock. Both her hands were on his cock, gently moving up and down, while her mouth perched at the top, kissing and licking it. God was she beautiful, her pert tits gently swaying as she kept working the large cock with her hands, her mouth now more firmly planted, the head of his cock within as she sucked it in what seemed a gentle manner. Her hands moved down to play with his abundant balls and her mouth began to work him more vigorously. Within moments she was moving more rapidly. Dave, still for awhile, began to react. I could hear a soft moan from him, and he began to thrust his hips. He was fucking her mouth as she moved up and down. Her mouth went down on him more, taking more of the cock inside. Then she did a wonderful deep throat, her luscious lips pressed against his balls, his cock just buried down her throat. Again he moaned and stayed still, until she backed off and he began to thrust again. Dee was wild now. She attacked his cock with fire and passion. On and on and on, again and again her head rose up only to dip down again to meet the thrust of his hard prick. "Oh Oh Oh Oh" he was saying. And then from someplace deep inside him came a roar, a loud rumbling moan. Dee did not need to hear him tell her he was going to cum. She certainly could feel it, that tightening of his balls, the throbbing within the shaft, the swelling of the head. And he continued to utter loud, low moans of pleasure. Then came a sudden "Oh God, Oh God, Oh God" and he stopped thrusting. Her lips were fastened to the cock, the sucking clear from the way her cheeks were drawn in. And she welcomed the hot white liquid of his cock into her mouth. He was moaning with each spurt, loudly. She was moaning a softer cry of pleasure. God, did she luv his cum. Her throat muscles contracted and loosened several times. She was swallowing his cum, savoring every hot drop. And even when Dave's body had dropped back, she continued to lick him, his cock, his balls, - - - to lick every bit of cum off of him. After long moments he gently pulled her up to lay beside him. Her body was turned slightly toward me, and I could see that dark, lovely bush again, and the smile on her face. She kissed his lips, his face, his chest. She at last rose and walked into the bathroom. When the turned on the light I saw her for the first and only time standing. She was stunningly beautiful, and she looked very happy. Dave rose too, and without bothering to put on underwear donned a pair of pants and a shirt. I moved away, not too far. But when I returned a few minutes later all the slats of the blinds had been smoothed out. The show was over for that night. But it was a vision of passion never to be forgotten. ….And it was not quite the end of the story. I returned to my room. A half written erotic story was on the computer, but I quickly opened a new file and began to write what you have read above. It was almost five when I finally went to bed and quickly fell asleep. But by 7:30 the sunlight streaming through my window awakened me. I had attempted to program myself to awaken in time to make coffee for the guests….and to drive to a nearby bakery. Dee had said she rose early, and she had said she loved glazed donuts. By a quarter of eight I was again standing at the front desk when she entered, smiling. She positively glowed. She saw the donuts and turned to smile at me. Only when she had poured herself coffee and had a sip did I speak. "You look lovely this morning?" "Thank you," she replied. "Come over here a moment. I have a very personal question to ask you." Still smiling, she moved to stand only a couple of feet away from me. I reached out and took her hand. There was no reluctance on her part, but the action did produce a quizzical look on her face. "If someone were to have watched you making love last night and then written a story about it, would you be pleased or horrified? And would you want to read it?" Again a smile crossed her face. "I would be very pleased. And, yes, I would want to read it." I handed her the pages which I had played out only minutes before she had entered for her coffee. She took them but continued to look at me, her gaze continuing, a slight blush visible around her neckline. Then she walked over and sat in a chair. As she read I watched her intently. The color that had been a slight blush grew redder. At one point she let out a little gasp, and then a sigh. About half way through the narrative she stopped and looked over at me. "I'm impressed," she said. "Obviously, I was, too," I said. She went back to reading. When she finished she took a gulp of coffee and sat quietly for a moment. "Wow," she finally said. "That was good." "You liked it?" "Oh yes," she said, her voice slightly breathless. I could see her breathing was slightly labored. The story had aroused her. I walked across to where she sat. "Then I shall claim a trophy. Merely a single kiss." And with that I leaned down and with one had behind her head began a gentle kiss. It did not stay gentle. Her passion quickly reached me, and mine was evident. Our mouths opened and the kiss had considerable fire. But I broke it off, knowing that this was not the time or place for anything more. We chatted for a few moments. I told her I wrote erotic stories as a hobby. She told me the night had been the first time Dave had entered her body. She told me she knew the blinds were ajar and that she had hoped, felt, that she was being watched. It was the first time she had ever done that, Dee said, and she guessed there was more than a little exhibitionism in her. When she refilled her coffee cup I told her to follow me. Only a few feet from the office we entered my room. She welcomed my kiss but broke it off rather quickly. "I can't stay here. David is awake. I don't want him to come for coffee and not find me." "O.K.," I replied. "But for just a moment, let me kiss your breasts." Without waiting for a reply, I lifted the sweater she wore. There was no bra, and no need for one. Her tits stood firm on her body. The nipples were already hardened when I placed my mouth on the left one and moved my tongue across it, sucking gently. After a few seconds, I did the same to the other one. Dee stood, holding her sweater up. "Ohhh, that is one of my favorite things," she said. I kept sucking on the ripe pink nipples and in less than three minutes I felt her body begin to tremble. For perhaps half a minute it shook until suddenly a sigh escaped her lips and she pulled away. "Very nice, but I really should go." "Of course," I said, and sent her on her way. Not much later Dave came to the office, Dee with him, holding his hand. She left shortly thereafter "to shower" and I complimented Dave on having such a lovely playmate. From the things he said, the way he mentioned that I would be amazed to see her taut body, her molded, tight ass, it was clear that Dee had not shown the story to him. Just before they left Dee handed me a note. It told me her full name and where she lived. And as they drove away, she blew me a kiss. She and I both knew the kiss was more than just goodbye. It was a kiss that meant the promise of much more Dee, and in the very near future. A Vision Of Passion It's the early morning hours, the sun has barely peaked over the horizon as the front door slides open. He enters carrying the usual affair. Laptop bag slung over his shoulder, hands full of food and drinks. He places the laptop onto the chair just inside the door and leans over the desk to set down the food. With the load off of his hands and shoulder, he closes the door, locks it, and heads toward the bedroom. He stops at the doorway and looks in to see her lying in bed sleeping softly. The noise of the fan as it gently blows a few strands of hair into her face is the only sound that can be heard. He steps in from the doorway towards her. Fighting the urge to tear the sheet that covers her sleeping form off of her. Instead, decides on a more stealthy and tactful approach. He grabs the corner of the sheet and gently pulls it back from her, revealing her body to him. She lays on her side with one arm laying down her body, her hand near her hip. The other arm is curled up and seemingly propping her head from the pillow. Her hair partially hides her beautiful face from his view. He wards off the urge to slide a finger across her temple in order to pull the hair from her face. He looks upon her, with love in his eyes. Love and devotion are all he can feel at that moment. He leans down and kisses her soft cheek, taking in her beauty by touch. Her brown eyes open up to him as she tries to softly speak, but is stopped by a passionate kiss. He reaches down with his right hand, stroking her hair and kissing her passionately. His tongue slides in and out of her mouth, dancing with hers in a sweet exchange. He breaks the kiss for a moment to gaze into her beautiful eyes and see the sparkle of love that are always there when she looks at him. He kicks off his shoes and climbs into bed next to her as she turns to face him. He embraces her as best he can and kisses her once more. Never breaking the kiss, He reaches under her head with his right hand and slides it behind her head, feeling her hair between his fingers. His left arm reaches for her right hip and softly runs his hand from her hip up her back until both of his hands are behind her head. Pressing her head towards his for a deeper kiss, he lets his left hand glide down the side of her body again to her hip. He then runs it back up her body and digs in his nails into her back, running them down over the cotton cloth of her sleeping shirt. He breaks the kiss once more to look into her eyes. He leans back towards her and kisses her again. Holding tightly onto her hair with his right hand, he pulls her head back, exposing her neck to him. He leans in and softly bites the right side of her neck as his left hand squeezes her ass. He leans back out and reaches up her body with his left hand, gliding it across the cotton of her shirt until he reaches the neckline. Slipping his fingers inside the neck of her shirt, he grasps it and tears it down her body with a sharp rip. The shreds of cloth still hang to cover her breasts. With his left hand, he pushes her onto her back and strips off the cloth from her chest, exposing her nipples to the cold morning air. He leans back, looming over her body taking in the sight of her naked torso and the smile on her lips. He reaches down to the waistband of her shorts with both hands and rips that from her body. Leaving her naked upon the sheets, cool breeze drifting across her body from the fan. He gets up from the bed and grabs the toys. A cold pair of handcuffs and leg irons and tosses them onto the bed. In the time that he has been home, not a word has been spoken... until now. "Put those handcuffs on." he says as he places the cold steel of the leg irons onto her ankles. He places the key to the leg cuffs onto the dresser next to the bed as she puts on the handcuffs. "Wait right here for a moment." he says softly. He steps out of the room and returns quickly with some rope. He ties one end of the rope to the chain links of the handcuffs. He feeds the rope over the end of the bed to pull her arms up. Under the bed, he feeds the rope to the foot, between the railings so that it won't be sliding out from under the bed. At the foot of the bed, he ties the other end tightly to the leg irons, pulling it taut enough that she can't raise her arms or legs if she tried to. Her body now lies open and exposed to him. A grin comes to his face as he gazes down upon her beautiful form. He walks to the side of the bed and leans over to kiss her. His lips draw closer to hers as his eyes are locked onto her eyes. He stops just a mere inch from her lips and quietly breathes into her mouth. He reaches down her body, gently touching everything that he can. Across her stomach and right hip his fingers trail. Stopping at the top of her thigh, He drags his nails back across her skin. Feeling her reaction to this, a second pass is performed, this time his fingers lead deeper into her inner thigh. He lightly glides his hand over the interior portion of her thigh. He pushes her knees apart as much as he can in her restraints and says, "Don't move, only move when I guide you." He places his right hand on her right knee and drags his nails down her thigh. When he just about reaches her crouch, he pulls outwards, towards her hip. Hearing the soft moans escape her lips encourages him to do more. He places a hand on each knee and looks deep into her eyes. He repeats the previous motion, running his hands up her thighs and across her hips. His gaze drops from her eyes, down her body to her exposed vagina. He sees the excitement that she has had up until this moment expressing from her engorged labia. Unable to resist the urge to touch her vagina any longer, he reaches up her thigh again with his left hand, lightly sliding his index finger across her labia to her inner thigh. The moisture clinging to his finger from her juices entices him to do more to her. He reaches up her thighs with both hands and placing them on each side of her vagina, he pulls her labia apart. The slickened lips pull apart easily to reveal her pink inner labia and clitoris. He grins and leans in and takes a single long lick from her vaginal opening up to her clitoris and flicks his tongue a couple times upon her clitoris. Her body reacts with moans and convulsions. He leans back again, looking deep into her eyes. Knowing the full extent of her arousal, he decides to untie one end of the rope. He steps back to the foot of the bed and unties the rope from the leg irons. With the loose end in his hands, he ties it to the floor post at the base of the bed, keeping the same tension it held before. "On your knees!" he growls. As her ass rises up into the chill morning air and she sets into position, knees spread, changing the position of her clitoris from where it once was while laying down. He slides a hand between her thighs and up into her waiting vagina, pressing it into his hand. He pulls his hand back until his fingers touch her clit. He begins to rub her clit in a circular motion. Small tight circles are created, swirling around her clitoris. With his other hand, a quick, loud smack crashes onto the tender flesh of her ass. A slight stinging in his hand as he does that let's him know that it was done correctly. Her moans become more and more fevered. They start to come louder and stronger; with more conviction to the pleasure he gives her. Another quick pop of his hand against her ass, as he continues to swirl her clit with his fingers. He spanks her again, and the sting returns to his flesh as well as hers. His fingers leave her clit to explore the rest of her vagina, probing into her. A moan escapes her lips and serves to drive him on even more. Deftly, his fingers find a soft mound of tissue inside of her vagina that brings her moans on even louder than before. His fingers begin to rock back and forth upon this soft mound. Suddenly, the stinging of a spank echoes in both there heads. With out time for recovery, a second and third sting comes and brings louder moans from her body as the redness begins to grow upon her flesh. After a few more moments of this, he pulls back from her and pushes her onto her back. He crawls back over her, leaning towards her and kisses her lips again. He pulls back slightly and whispers, "I love you." Weakened words escapes her lips replying, "I love you too." Quickly, he reaches down her body until his fingers reach her clitoris again. Just as quickly, his fingers go back to encircling her clitoris. Wide circles at first, closing into smaller circles. He then lightly flicks her clitoris with the tip of his finger. With a simple skill and grace his finger barely grazes her clitoris, bring back a sensation of pleasure that soon takes over her body. He continues to bring her as much pleasure as he knows how until her moans become even powerful and forceful. He knows that she is close to the brink of ecstasy. Just as she seems to go over the edge, he pulls his fingers away. Hearing her moans change from that of joy to slight disappointment, he starts rubbing her clitoris again. Her moans begin to build again, this time a deeper sense to them. Again, he carries her to the brink and stops for a moment, this time, leaving his finger on her clit. A few short seconds pass that feels like an eternity to her, and he flicks her clitoris again. Immediate reactions take over her body, her toes point straight down as she lies on her back. Her body begins to quake with tension and pleasure, tension that needs to be released soon. With a couple more quick flicks of his finger, her body is shoved past the brink. A cry out in ecstasy overtakes her entire body as the tension flows over her. A wave of pleasure surges through her entire body, washing away all the built up tensions. Her cry subsides into a blissful state of joy. He wraps his arms around her and lays next to her, content with her joy, her happiness, her pleasure.