4 comments/ 16719 views/ 0 favorites Nervous Tension Ch. 01 By: amateurscribe We meet in the lobby bar, never having set eyes on each other for real before. I'm sat at the bar chatting to the female server as you walk in and recognising me from my photos, you pull up the stool next to me. You order a drink wondering if I recognise you and sit there feeling ever so slightly jealous as the attractive 30 something barmaid laughs and flirts with me, although you'd have to admit, you wouldn't mind flirting with her yourself!. Then she gets called away to serve a customer and I look you straight in the eyes, saying nothing for a full 30 seconds. I feel the twinge in my groin and you feel butterflies in your tummy. We sit and make idle chit-chat in front of the other customers, feeling nervous but the looks we give each other increase the sexual tension by the minute. After 10 minutes or so of this I pick up a bottle of wine, get up and walk away towards a darkened area and sit at an empty table, shortly after, you follow and I watch the sway of your hips as you approach me. The conversation turns to us, the months, or is it years, we've been in touch, the things we've talked about and secrets we've told each other. We finish the bottle of wine and order another to take upstairs, by now we are both incredibly turned on and can barely control ourselves in the elevator, spending the whole journey embraced in a long slow and sexy kiss, our tongues delicately touching at first then getting more adventurous, delving deeper into one another's mouths as our pulses raise at the same rate as the elevator. We stop at our floor and you follow me to the room. I unlock the door stand back as you walk into the aroma of the musky fragrance of an incense stick and the relaxing light from a couple of the dimmer wall lights all bathed in the flickering glow of candles I'd lit earlier. I put the 'do not disturb' sign on the outside handle and close the door. I walk to where you are standing in the centre of the room and we kiss again, this time more tenderly, the room in near silence – just the distant hum of the city life far below us. I pour a glass of wine and allow you to drink some before I take it from you, have some myself then set it down on the dresser. You don't move. I pick up a silk ribbon, walk back to you and carefully but firmly wrap it round your eyes plunging you into darkness. I kiss you again, my mouth full of wine. We swirl it around, erotically swapping from mouth to mouth until between us we swallow it. I move away and quietly order you; "Strip, slowly, and don't say a word" You feel completely relaxed and comfortable with me watching you. You know I find you the sexiest woman in the world and at this moment you believe you are. You know how to undress to please – first you ease of each shoe using the opposite foot to do so. Next the thin shawl you were wearing over your shoulders gets pulled slowly round your neck until it falls to the ground. You undo you dress and it slips seductively to your feet leaving you stood in stockings and your sexiest lacy underwear. "Stop!" You stand still not knowing where I am, what I'm doing or even what I'm wearing anymore. After what seems like an age you sense me behind you, you know I'm studying you and you love it – you've never felt so sexy, so beautiful, so wanted! My lips brush gently against your hair taking in the smell of your shampoo, my hands move your hair out of the way and you feel my mouth against your skin. My lips, barely touching you, make their way from the top of your neck to the base of your spine; your lace knickers stop me from going lower. I stop. Your breath is quicker now, shallower. You feel your heart trying to beat it's way out from your chest, your chest is heaving – you try and stop it, unsuccessfully, from heaving up and down. You know somehow that it's your chest I'm looking at. You desperately want to free your breasts from the constraints of your bra but you daren't move! You flinch as you feel my lips gently against your cleavage, you feel clammy as I kiss the warm flesh between your magnificent breasts. Silence. Nothing. Minutes go by, seeming like forever. "Take off your stockings" As you bend down to comply, you know I am watching you intently, but you don't know where I am. Part of you hopes I'm looking into your bra as the weight of tits fill it out more so as you bend forward. Another, dirtier part of you wants me to be looking at your full round ass as your knickers slip further between your cheeks. Stockings off, you stand up, still again. Your body shivers as my warm firm fingers gently stroke their way along your shoulders, down your arms to your hands. I kiss each finger in turn. My hands find your waist, the small of your back, your navel, my mouth following close behind. I run my fingers round the smooth orbs of your ass, the dimples where your buttocks stop and you legs start, down your thighs to the point behind your knees. Again kissing as I go, my fingers trace the lace edge of your panties round to the front, from your waist down and along to your inner thighs. I plant a kiss on the front of your panties, savouring your womanly aroma. You believe you feel wetter than you've ever felt before, convinced you're about to leak past your knickers and down your legs. I stop! Again you're left standing there alone not knowing what might happen next. You strain to hear but......nothing! My mouth finds yours and again we share a mouthful of wine, more urgent this time, franticly seeking each others tongue. I pull away, you savour the shared taste. Your pulse is racing, your chest almost heaving out of your bra and you feel delirious with desire. You've never felt so turned on in your life, right now you would do anything asked of you – anything! But the instruction is an easy one; "Undo your bra" You reach behind you and unclip the fastening, returning your arms to your sides. Your nipples harden as the newly released material brushes lightly against them. I'm behind you again and I kiss your neck and the centre of your upper back as I slip the bra off your shoulders and down your arms. My hands at first rest on your waist, then slowly trace their way up your sides between your arms and chest. Your lift your arms slightly to allow me access, my hands cup your tits from underneath feeling their weight for the first time. I move my hands up over your nipples, themselves aching with the need to be touched, and I pull you back into me flattening your tits against my hands as your back rests against my firm, naked chest. We stand like that for a moment, both revelling in the feeling. I let go but steady you as you nearly lose your balance. Moving to your front I take in the sight of your still pulsing breasts, the nipples seemingly reaching out to me. I take first one then the other into my mouth, teasing my tongue over the hardened bud. I suck gently – you moan quietly. I bite, gently – you moan louder! I bite harder – you let out a stifled squeal, accompanied by a deeper moaning. Your body is shaking. I leave your breasts, kissing your tummy again, pausing at your navel. I kiss it, I tongue it. You grab my head and pull me into you. I stop! "Take off your panties" You tuck your thumbs into the waist band and slowly pull them down your firm thighs; I offer you a hand to steady yourself as you lift one leg at a time out of your last remaining clothing. You stand naked before me having only met me for the first time barely an hour ago. You hear my quickened, shallow breathing in front of you and you know I am on my knees taking in the sight of the pussy I've desired for so long! You feel my warm breath against the coolness of your freshly waxed skin, you can smell yourself now, the air full of your musky aroma, turning us both on like never before. I kiss you just above where your lips start; you push yourself against me desperate to feel my tongue, my mouth, against you, in you! I pull away! "Bend over" You do as asked, feeling deliriously slutty as you know that from behind you, I'll be able to see your by now dripping wet lips and the tight puckered rose of your ass hole, the thought of me looking so closely only serves to excite you more, as you bend you pout your sex at me wantonly, like a whore! "Squat!" You bend your knees and lower your ass towards the floor steadying your self with your hands on the carpet in front of you as if you were taking a pee outside. Silently I lie down on the carpet, my face inches from your sopping wet pussy. I see your lips involuntarily open as you lower yourself onto my mouth. As my tongue laps along your lips to your ass, just poking into your tight hole, you cum......violently! You shake and then collapse onto your hands and knees and as my mouth devours you anally, your cunt gushes your orgasm over my face. You eventually finish and drop onto your side in a quivering heap to catch your breath. I meet your mouth with mine and kiss you tenderly. You respond by kissing your own juices from my face and like the wine before, we swirl the warm sweet liquid around our tongues before swallowing... Nervous Tension Ch. 02 After a few moments of recovery I help you to your feet and guide you, still blindfolded, to the bed and lay you on it. When you feel me behind your head, you realise that you are lying at an angle across the bed; your head in one bottom corner; it's big enough that you can't reach the end though. I put a single pillow under your head. There is no bedding other than a smooth, fresh cotton sheet; the room is warm so there is no need for covers besides, I don't want you covered up! Lying there naked, still tingling, in front of me excites you more than it should; you are no less aroused than minutes ago when you reached your first orgasm. In fact if anything, the exhibitionist nature of you being unable to see but knowing I can see you turns you on even more; you can hear your own breathing and in the distance, you can hear mine. You can feel how incredibly wet you are, you enjoy me seeing how wet you are and you know damn well you look good naked. You're still feeling tipsy but you want the enjoyment to carry on so you ask, very quietly, for more wine; you feel the bed move as my weight compresses the corner by your head and you feel if not smell me as I lean forward to kiss you, a dribble of wine leaking from my mouth into your own. There's something incredibly erotic about sharing wine this way and you suck greedily, darting your tongue into my mouth searching out my own as you put your arms around my back to pull me closer, trying to pull me down on top of you. But I resist; gently but firmly I push you back and move away, telling you to lie still. I return with what you recognise as your stockings and attach one to each wrist; the ends of which are taut enough that your movement is restricted, one arm lying at 45 degrees along the bottom edge of the bed, the other along one side. I move your legs apart so that the heel of each foot is just off the edge of the bed. Your legs are wide but not uncomfortably so. You know you are on show but from our photograph exchanges you know I love to look at your body as much as you enjoy showing me. Again the bed gives as I climb on and again you feel me lean over close and share a sip of wine with you; this time however, you barely get to taste. I pull back slightly and open my mouth just enough to let a small trickle of wine splash onto your chest. You sense my head moving by where the wine lands; a dribble down your cleavage, a few drops on each nipple, the remainder tracing a line down your midriff to your lower abdomen. The liquid soon feels cold against your warm skin and your senses heighten, your already erect nipples stiffening to what seems like bursting point. Not touching you with any other part of my body, my mouth brushes over your skin; my tongue gently licking the wetness from your cleavage, pausing to take in the smoothness of your skin, the musk of your body spray. Your breath quickens as I gently kiss your nipples one at a time, savouring the taste of the wine and the hardness of you pert buds. My tongue follows the small dribble down to your lower belly; soft yet firm and sooo smooth! I linger here; your breath comes in short sharp pants. The nearer I get to the sweet spot between your legs, the more the aroma of your soaked pussy envelopes my being and the harder I get. You hear my zip undo and you see in your minds eye what I'm seeing. I see the end of my almost breathing penis is wet and sticky with pre-cum as it pulses and jerks with a mind of its own and I decide to trade you; my mouth, still tasting of wine moves up to your own and I share the flavour with you. I then climb off the bed and test your senses; I stand near your head, my groin only slightly higher than the bed and watch for a reaction. Almost instantly you head turns to face me, your mouth involuntarily opening to accept me. But I'm too far away; you strain but cannot quite reach. You relax your head back as I move round behind you to the other side. You know where I am and your head moves, tracking me as I go. This time I move a little nearer and with a surge of strength your mouth just brushes against my balls before your restraints pull you back. 'Bastard' you swear at me! 'Mmm' I whisper back, 'say please' 'Fuck you' you say playfully 'Mmm, soon' I whisper again 'Bastard' you laugh, frustrated I move back to the middle and you tilt your head back, reaching for me. This time I lower myself slightly and let my balls rest against your lips; you gently suck each one into your soft, velvety mouth in turn. 'Let me suck you' you plead 'Say please' I insist 'You fucker' 'Mmm' I say as I move away You mumble something under your breath; I return and kneel next to you; 'what did you call me?' 'Nothing' you lie 'Tell me' 'No, I shouldn't have said it' 'Tell me and I'll let you taste me' 'I can't' I touch my finger to my wetness and touch your lips with it. 'Tell me' I tease. You suck my finger like your life depends on it and I hear you mutter something. 'Was that what I thought it was?' 'Yes!' 'Say it' Silence 'You want some more?' 'Yes' 'Then say it, what did you say?' 'Cunt, I said cunt, I called you a cunt, now please let me taste you!' 'I love it when you talk dirty when you're horny' I whisper as I kiss you greedily. I stand back up and offer you my cock; this time there is no urgency; you know I won't pull back. You turn you head to the side and I guide my now almost dripping cock toward your mouth. With your lips puckered you kiss the end, my wetness clinging to you. You pull back slightly, strands of dewy pre-cum link your mouth with my cock until you pull too far back and they break, catching against your chin. Your tongue appears as you lick your lips putting on a show for me. I lean forward and hover above your mouth as another drop oozes out and onto your waiting tongue. 'More' you plead I work my foreskin back and forth a couple of times and two or three drops land on your lips and chin. 'Kiss me' you demand I lean over and put my mouth to yours, my tongue picking up the loose drips as I go; our mouths meet and we kiss deeply; not tenderly this time but passionately, sharing the taste of my juices they way we had done with yours not so long ago! As one, both our bodies shudder as we nearly climax. 'I want your cum', you say 'I want you to cum in my mouth, I want to be your whore, cum in my face, over my tits, cover me with your cum!' 'Mmm, soon' I tease as I pull away again. 'But we need more wine!' I say and you hear me pick up the phone and speak to room service; 'a bottle of Chateau Neuf Du Pape to room 603 please' You feel a hand on each calf as again you feel my weight on the bed by your legs. You can imagine me kneeling between your thighs looking up at the glisten of moisture coming from your pussy; you lift your backside off the bed and tense your thighs to ease the ache between them. To no avail. Your thighs feel the warmth as my laboured breath works its way from your knees upwards towards the very centre of your sexual being. Kissing my way up slowly I hear you moan and as I reach my destination you thrust yourself into my face. There's a knock at the door. I leave you frustrated to answer it. 'Room service' you hear 'Just put it on the table thanks' The words nearly cause you to choke as you realise I've just invited someone into the room. Seconds later you hear 'thank you sir' and the door closes and you sense we're alone again. Part of you is incensed at the fact that a total stranger has seen you naked tied to the bed, but a bigger part of you feels even more horny for the very fact that unwittingly, you have just realised one of your fantasies – to flash at a stranger! I kiss you, 'you liked that?' 'Mmm, you bastard!' you pant 'Now where were we?' I whisper 'You were about to like my c...' you mange to stop yourself – just! 'Ah yes, I'll just get out of these clothes' I say as you hear me strip and I take my place back on the bed, my head between your legs; I almost think for a moment that you've pee'd yourself as you are so wet and a damp patch has formed on the sheet under your pussy. 'Wow, you really did like that!' I taste you and again you thrust up to meet me 'I need to cum' you say as I kiss you, sharing your juices with you; 'please make me cum, and cum with me' 'I'll trade you' I say as I reach up and release one of your hands. I kneel up next to you and place my hand between your legs, my fingers working into you. You rip off your blindfold and reach for my cock pulling it toward your mouth. For a brief few seconds we masturbate each other until I can't hold back any longer; watching you work my cock as you look longingly at it, your mouth open as you struggle to breathe proves too much for me. My head flies back and I arch my hips forward as my orgasm hits me; I keep working my fingers deeper in you as the first spurt of my cum arcs across your chest and face, as my cock pulses more, my cum pumps out into your waiting mouth and across your tits. The sight and feeling of what you've done to me is too much for you and you buck and writhe on the bed, your moans almost turning into screams as you swear and cum in unison. My hand is literally soaking as your legs tighten around me and your orgasm squirts over me, your face and chest similarly wet from my own intense cuming! I collapse next to you and pull you close; you lay your head on my chest as we catch our breaths and playfully draw shapes on your wet chest with our fingers. We kiss, and we rest.