Aintboverd
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Hey everyone, Wanted to contribute.
Thank you for taking the time to have a look and a read hope it entertained you. Comments and positive feedback welcome. Cheers
Boverd.
She looked nervous, Claire had never done something like this before. Standing in his room she was twiddling her hair between her thumb and index finger in anticipation.
"Don't worry." He said with a calming voice. "Take your time."
"Sorry this is all new to me." They had discussed it on occasion but this is the first time something more real had come to pass. She sat on the edge of the bed and removed her boots. In his head he didn’t want them to be removed, they were pixi boots with a little heel and black leather. Nothing you couldn’t get out of a cheap shoe store but they looked great. Claire was a petit girl 5’4 with jet black hair and striking blue eyes. She had a slim build but the curves she had were in the right places. A slight pinch on the hips and a generous helping on her bum.
“When your ready just get comfortable” He turned around to get things ready. Within Temptation was playing on the background, hr retrieved his rope from draw, 15m of red 6mm soft cotton rope. He ran it through his fingers it was soft and generated no heat from the strands that glided across his skin. Turing around Clair was already in her underwear. He blushed slightly as he admire red her form, she had a weak smile on her face he could see she was nervous.
“Are you ok?” The thought ran through his head slightly concerned. As if answering his question she jumped onto the bed and rested on her knees. Her skin was cool to his warm hands, her eyes were to the bed, Claire did not do eye contact at the best of times. He repeated his question and it was met with a weak smile and a nod.
He took the rope evenly tying the rope to form cuffs. Placing her hands in the rope he tightened it. The rope was doubled as he passed the rope around and around her wrists about six times. He passed it back and over locking the tie in place. He pulled the rope up high and behind her head locking her elbows vertically, the rope trailed off down her back and separated at her legs pulling up and around her thighs. The rope rested on her hips as it came back up over her shoulders, he wrapped the lines around the bottom of her teacup like breasts pushing them up. As he did this her back arched to give him more space. The lines trailed around her beautifully soft skin to make a second pass this time at the top of her breasts. The rope pushed down and together pressed her breasts tights.
“Green?” he whispered softly into her ear. He was falling into the zone that cannot be explained to anyone who has not been there. There was a sense of peace, ecstasy, admiration, he saw her beauty he felt pure trust from Claire and yet did not want her. He hoped it was the same for her as the angels face was unreadable.
“Its fine, do what you want with me.” A response like this for most would be deemed as sexual but here, in this place, in this zone it was all about the rope. I proceeded with the next part. I brought the rope down once again and tied two knots in the soft material. The rope came through her legs and was tight on her womanhood. Claire was untouched by any man in this way, he was privileged and he felt it. The knots touched her softly, as he pulled the knots fitted perfectly onto her clit. She let out a soft sigh and it made his heart skip. The line came up once again and tied through the original tie to her hands passing gently over her shoulders. Lining the remaining rope to her ankles he tied it off admiring her size six feet. He feet were slightly wide for her frame but cute non the less. She had a tiny mole on her big toe which caught his attention.
He stepped back to look at his work. She looked beautiful and the red rope looked good against her peach skin. Her eyes were closed and her breathing slow. After about 5 minutes she opened her eyes to find me looking. She smiled this time there was no shyness in her grin, only calm, this was soon to be disrupted.
He came in close and began to trace his fingers from the tip of her elbow to the hollow of her armpit. She flinched slightly after the first time and gasped. She was shocked at first and then remembered the knots. As she pulled the rope the knots tightened against her womanhood. he repeated this slow dance of fingers several more times until she began to break into giggles.
“Eehehehe stop that!” Her smile was sweet her giggle light and her words meaningless. “I hate being tickled hehe ahh!” This time she yanked a little harder at her bonds. He let his fingers drift to the hollows of her smooth underarms and traced circles with the gentlest touch. The consistency of the tickling drew more giggles from her which grew to laughter. She tried to pull her arms down and the stimulation continued. Realising this she lowered her arms further behind her head loosening the rope. “heehee this hehe is not fair!” The words fell on deaf ears his mind was else where and all he could focus on were the smooth underarms, only two words would stop him now, amber and red on which would cut her free.
Stopping to let her catch her breath he watched her, she scowled playfully but her eyes were satisfied. His fingers began to glide across her midriff and her tummy shuddered in reaction, he repeated this movement across her lower tummy. The reaction was instant, the tightening of her abs and giggles which once again poured from her lips. The tip of his finger traced around her bellybutton she struggled to get away pulling on the rope again and again it rose to kiss her clit. A breath escaped her masked then by sweet laughter as her navel was tormented. “ahhhahahaha quit it! That feels weird!”
At this point he stopped and began to release the rope. It was getting late and she had to get home. She looked disappointed but she knew she had to leave. The rope became undone and she was released. He rubbed her wrists and massaged her down brining her out of the trance and back to the sad realm of reality. It was a good session……..I hope to see her again.
Thank you for taking the time to have a look and a read hope it entertained you. Comments and positive feedback welcome. Cheers
Boverd.
She looked nervous, Claire had never done something like this before. Standing in his room she was twiddling her hair between her thumb and index finger in anticipation.
"Don't worry." He said with a calming voice. "Take your time."
"Sorry this is all new to me." They had discussed it on occasion but this is the first time something more real had come to pass. She sat on the edge of the bed and removed her boots. In his head he didn’t want them to be removed, they were pixi boots with a little heel and black leather. Nothing you couldn’t get out of a cheap shoe store but they looked great. Claire was a petit girl 5’4 with jet black hair and striking blue eyes. She had a slim build but the curves she had were in the right places. A slight pinch on the hips and a generous helping on her bum.
“When your ready just get comfortable” He turned around to get things ready. Within Temptation was playing on the background, hr retrieved his rope from draw, 15m of red 6mm soft cotton rope. He ran it through his fingers it was soft and generated no heat from the strands that glided across his skin. Turing around Clair was already in her underwear. He blushed slightly as he admire red her form, she had a weak smile on her face he could see she was nervous.
“Are you ok?” The thought ran through his head slightly concerned. As if answering his question she jumped onto the bed and rested on her knees. Her skin was cool to his warm hands, her eyes were to the bed, Claire did not do eye contact at the best of times. He repeated his question and it was met with a weak smile and a nod.
He took the rope evenly tying the rope to form cuffs. Placing her hands in the rope he tightened it. The rope was doubled as he passed the rope around and around her wrists about six times. He passed it back and over locking the tie in place. He pulled the rope up high and behind her head locking her elbows vertically, the rope trailed off down her back and separated at her legs pulling up and around her thighs. The rope rested on her hips as it came back up over her shoulders, he wrapped the lines around the bottom of her teacup like breasts pushing them up. As he did this her back arched to give him more space. The lines trailed around her beautifully soft skin to make a second pass this time at the top of her breasts. The rope pushed down and together pressed her breasts tights.
“Green?” he whispered softly into her ear. He was falling into the zone that cannot be explained to anyone who has not been there. There was a sense of peace, ecstasy, admiration, he saw her beauty he felt pure trust from Claire and yet did not want her. He hoped it was the same for her as the angels face was unreadable.
“Its fine, do what you want with me.” A response like this for most would be deemed as sexual but here, in this place, in this zone it was all about the rope. I proceeded with the next part. I brought the rope down once again and tied two knots in the soft material. The rope came through her legs and was tight on her womanhood. Claire was untouched by any man in this way, he was privileged and he felt it. The knots touched her softly, as he pulled the knots fitted perfectly onto her clit. She let out a soft sigh and it made his heart skip. The line came up once again and tied through the original tie to her hands passing gently over her shoulders. Lining the remaining rope to her ankles he tied it off admiring her size six feet. He feet were slightly wide for her frame but cute non the less. She had a tiny mole on her big toe which caught his attention.
He stepped back to look at his work. She looked beautiful and the red rope looked good against her peach skin. Her eyes were closed and her breathing slow. After about 5 minutes she opened her eyes to find me looking. She smiled this time there was no shyness in her grin, only calm, this was soon to be disrupted.
He came in close and began to trace his fingers from the tip of her elbow to the hollow of her armpit. She flinched slightly after the first time and gasped. She was shocked at first and then remembered the knots. As she pulled the rope the knots tightened against her womanhood. he repeated this slow dance of fingers several more times until she began to break into giggles.
“Eehehehe stop that!” Her smile was sweet her giggle light and her words meaningless. “I hate being tickled hehe ahh!” This time she yanked a little harder at her bonds. He let his fingers drift to the hollows of her smooth underarms and traced circles with the gentlest touch. The consistency of the tickling drew more giggles from her which grew to laughter. She tried to pull her arms down and the stimulation continued. Realising this she lowered her arms further behind her head loosening the rope. “heehee this hehe is not fair!” The words fell on deaf ears his mind was else where and all he could focus on were the smooth underarms, only two words would stop him now, amber and red on which would cut her free.
Stopping to let her catch her breath he watched her, she scowled playfully but her eyes were satisfied. His fingers began to glide across her midriff and her tummy shuddered in reaction, he repeated this movement across her lower tummy. The reaction was instant, the tightening of her abs and giggles which once again poured from her lips. The tip of his finger traced around her bellybutton she struggled to get away pulling on the rope again and again it rose to kiss her clit. A breath escaped her masked then by sweet laughter as her navel was tormented. “ahhhahahaha quit it! That feels weird!”
At this point he stopped and began to release the rope. It was getting late and she had to get home. She looked disappointed but she knew she had to leave. The rope became undone and she was released. He rubbed her wrists and massaged her down brining her out of the trance and back to the sad realm of reality. It was a good session……..I hope to see her again.
Thanks for sharing the experience here. 
