A night with an (e)mail man (Fantasy Request)

So, this little story was written to me from one of my readers. Receiving permission, I modified it to fit my point of view and build upon his story. This is his vision of me, in a dirty little story:


After trading emails off and of for a while, me and him decided to meet face to face. We met at a nice restaurant, passing the time with good wine, good food, and pleasant conversation. Topics ranged, not focusing on any one thing in particular, but instead going where they led, allowing us to get to know each other better. We occasionally referenced something discussed in one of our many emails, both naughty and nice. My favorite color, or my favorite flower. My lucky number. A nipple, hard underneath my shirt as I stand on the street, the snow falling around me on a dark December night. My clit teased and pleased by his hot tongue. Altogether, it was a good dinner.

Dinner ended, and he asked me over for a nightcap. With his own naughty smile, he added, “And maybe something more…”

I flashed my own naughty smile, and replied in a barely audible whisper, “Yes, please, on both.”

We got into his car and he leaned over, twisting his head slightly so our eyes lingered, then put his mouth next to my cheek, caressing it with his hot breath. Reaching his hand over to the other side of me, he took hold of the seat belt, pulling it across me slowly, buckling it. Smiling again, he says in a soft voice, “Safety first,” while flashing another naughty little grin.

Then he opened the glove compartment, pulling out a red silk scarf. Folding it over and over until was just a band, he used it to cover my eyes, then secured it so it could not slip off but was not tight enough to be uncomfortable.

“No peeking.”

My breath quickened, and I could feel his eyes looking me over. I wondered where his gaze lingered. On my breasts, nipples stretching the fabric of my blouse? Or my legs, covered with nothing but black stockings? Or my skirt, covering my black panties, even now getting just a slight bit moist.

Without speaking, he started the car and drove to his house. While he drove, as short as it was, doubts crept into my mind. Am I sure I want to do this? Am I sure he is ok? We have only exchanged emails, and now I am going to his house. Yet at the same time, I was flush with anticipation, leaning forward slightly, wondering what naughty delights might await at our destination. It was a heady rush, both apprehension and anticipation.

He parked the car and walked around to my side, opening the door. Grasping my hand, he pulled me up and out of the car, assisting me since I was blind to what was around me due to the blindfold. He pushed me back against the side of the car, leaning in close, kissing me softly, gently.

One hand reached up and caressed my breast, palming my already stiff nipple. Moving away, he asked, “Are you ready?” to which I replied, slightly breathlessly, “Yes.”

He reached up and began unbuttoning my blouse. Top button undone. Leaning in, I could hear him inhale through his nose, smelling my perfume, nuzzling my neck.

Another button came undone, then another, another. Soon my blouse was completely unbuttoned, with his hands moving to my shoulders, pushing it off, pulling it down my arms, while we stood, pressed against his car, outside, in the cold night air.

He inhaled sharply, realizing why my nipples stiff outline was seen through my blouse, realizing that I had not worn a bra this night, expecting more to happen than a simple meal and conversation.

A thought flitted through my mind. Here I was, topless in his arms. Was anyone watching? Could anyone see what he was doing to me? I shivered with naughty desire.

His hand came up to my hard nipples, pinching them lightly, then rolling them between his fingers. A moan involuntarily escaped me as I basked in the sensation. He proceeded to lightly flick my earrings, telling me how much he loved the way they glitter in the moonlight.

Taking my hand, he led me inside. The jingle of keys, the opening of a door. He pulled me inside, closed the door, and immediately halted me.

“Wait here,” he whispered in my ear. “Don’t move.”

After being gone for a few minutes, he came up beside me. Pressing up against me, I could tell he was naked, his penis standing stiff and erect, poking me slightly in the side, while his breath came in short, hungry bursts. Taking my hand, he placed two scarves, one in each hand, and again whispered to me.

“Hold the scarves and do as I tell you.”

My breath quickened and I could feel myself blushing slightly, my skin turning rosy.

Walking slowly around me, his fingers wandered over my body, softly around my waist, over my hips, up my spine, to end under my chin.

His hands moved down to my hips, where he knelt down in front of me.

Leaning close to me, his hot breath tickled my skin before tugging on one foot, urging me to lift it. My shoe came off, and my foot came down on the soft, thick carpet. Up came the other foot, shoe removed, then back down.

His hands, now free again, softly stroked my calves up and down, caressing my legs through my black stockings, before moving behind me and unzipping my skirt. He held it up, preventing it from falling to the ground, and I could feel his eyes move up to stare at my hard, firm nipples as I bit my lower lip, my breath coming in deep gulps.

He eased my skirt to the floor, little by little, and was greeted with my now exposed garter belt, fastened tight to my stockings, and my black, slightly see through panties. A moan escaped from him as I heard him whisper, “Mmm, nice.”

One by one he undid the suspenders, until all four were removed. His face pressed against my stomach, while his hands eased the garter belt down, off, onto the floor to keep my skirt company.

His arms wrapped around me, and his hands grabbed my ass cheeks, one in each hand, then a forceful pull so I was against him, giving him a sense of urgency, a sense of lust unfulfilled. His breathing came harder, faster, and soon we were panting in unison.

Turning me around, while lifting my leg and moving my now discarded skirt and garter, he stopped me once he was directly behind my topless, skirtless body. Once behind me, he removed the scarves from my hands tied my left wrist to right elbow, then took the other scarf and tied my right wrist to my left elbow. Bound, I was now helpless before him, so he could do anything he wanted. I was his playtoy.

His hands moved down to my panties, and, taking one side in each hand, quickly pulled them down until they rested at my knees. Leaning forward, he kissed the base of my spine, then each ass cheek, before biting each cheek, a little nibble.

He turned me around again until I was facing him, and his hot breath told me he was staring directly at my pussy as it became wetter and wetter. A hoarse “beautiful” came from him as his fingers moved to my slit, moving up and down my pussy lips slowly. Up and down. Up and down. He stopped, parting my lips. He didn't move for a couple minutes, so I only assumed he was looking at my now open, waiting pussy.

His finger slid in easily, already lubricated with my juices, then back out. I gasped as it left, wanting it back inside me. Hearing sucking noises, I realized he was sucking on the finger, wet with my juices, then croaked, “Pure Heaven”.

Hands against my hips, he pushed me backwards. After half a step, I squeal as I bumped into something, tumbling over backwards onto his couch.

He moved with me as I fell, grasping my legs when I hit the couch and spreading them wide. Face pressed up against my pussy, he opened his mouth and found my clit, sucking hard, pulling, tugging, biting softly. His tongue ran over it, around it, again, again. Two fingers penetrated my pussy, thrusting in and out as deep as he could go, urgently, wantonly. Moving his face back slightly, he panted “Cum baby, cum for me” before burying his face back into my pussy.

His mouth continued, sucking, licking, biting, kissing, his fingers pressing up against the top of my vagina, rubbing, teasing, pleasing. He continued, working on my pussy tirelessly, bringing me closer to climax. Closer. Closer. He did not let up until the pressure became unbearable, forcing my body over the edge, a wave of euphoria washing over me as I climaxed, shuddering, while his mouth continued tasting me, teasing me. I shuddered uncontrollably as he continued working over my pussy, until he paused while I lay shuddering is pure rapture.

He waited, slowing down his tasting, his teasing, but not stopping. Staying there, his tongue started probing deeper into me, penetrating my pussy alongside his fingers, tasting me, adjusting when he felt my responses were not what he wanted, until he was truly pleasing me, as if he knew me and all my naughty little buttons. He continued playing with me, pleasuring me, bringing me to climax again and again, until I felt I could take no more. I gasped, begged, pleaded for him to stop, that it was too much.

And the night was still so young.