Kodachrome II

I passed out——like I did the first time——you tied me down.
When you picked me up that morning for our long weekend in the country, it was the first time I was dressed all in clothes you gave me——a little short red pleated skirt——knee socks and high tops in red—— a red zip-front hoodie——underneath a red lace-top scoopy bra and a sheer red nylon leotard with three snaps.
But I’d been buying clothes to wear for you since a week after I met you.
Living with my mother and grandmother I had always dressed the way they told me——thick cotton underpants the girls in gym called granny panties and thick bras that flattened my breasts, especially after they began to grow larger.
Then I came to work at ITC and they introduced me around and I saw you—and met you——and it was like an electric shock.
After a week of working in your office, I went to my doctor——and told her there was something wrong——I was getting wet between my legs all day——I knew about that——I’d been with boys——and I knew I got wet when they rubbed me——there.
She asked me if there were someone at work I was attracted to——and I said——I guess I said——sort of.
And she said you may think you’re not sure, but your body is——your body wants you to fuck him—— or her.
And that weekend——I began to think about fucking you——I wasn’t a virgin, but once that thought started——I was different——I could see us together——how you would hold me——where you would touch me——I saw myself responding to you as I had never even dreamed of.
At first I just bought thinner blouses and shorter skirts and tried flirting with you.
When you didn’t react, I sent you that letter——I couldn’t believe I was so bold——but it was like I’d been drunk since I met you——I wrote that I would do anything——and I knew I meant it.
I also knew you had gotten he letter when you began to avoid me——but the following Wednesday we all went to that two-day, off-site retreat.
I got in the line behind you at check-in to get your room number——and waited ‘til the bar closed and the halls were empty——and knocked on your door.
You opened it wearing a robe——we did not speak——I walked to the window as you shut the door——and was leaning on the sill when you put your hands on my shoulders and kissed me so softly——I wanted to cry——but I also wanted more than soft kisses—and pulled your head down——and opened my mouth——and tried to stick my tongue down your throat.
You put your hand under my skirt——felt how it was running down my legs——unsnapped the striped cotton leotard I was wearing, dropped the robe and plunged your cock into my pussy in one slow continuous move that had my back arching and my hands now around your butt trying to pull you in faster and deeper.
I came immediately——bucking against you———wrapping my legs around your hips——and you——I’ll never forget this——picked me up with my legs now around your waist———cumming and cumming so hard——and carried me across the room impaled on your cock and cumming——and lowered me to the edge of the bed and began fucking me and fucking me and fucking me———just going on and on and on——as I had dreamed and fantasized and wanted and wanted and wanted.
I don’t know how many times I came that night before you did, but I know I was sore the next day, supremely thrilled and possessed by a constant, eager hunger to do it all again as soon as possible.
But the next night you took control. You were dressed when I came to your room, the lights were on and you told me to sit at the desk.
You knew how I was—by then you must have known how I have always been for you.
You said we would either never be together again and see if we could work in the same office or I would have to transfer to another department.
I said I would beg on the streets rather than give up fucking you.
The next Thursday I was transferred to Marketing. Friday night when I got home there was the package of red clothes and note from you about spending a long weekend in the country and to wear the red outfit.
The country house was very remote. There were gates and fences and Keep Out signs. You said it was 100 private acres in the middle of a 25-square-mile nature preserve.
When I went to get my suitcase, you said to leave it.
You wanted to take some pictures me in my Little Red Hoodie outfit and led me around to the side yard where there was red-and-white-checked blanket.
You had me sit on my legs with my hands at my side: look down –click; look aside –click; look at the lens –click-.
Now with the hood up; look down –click; look aside –click; look at the lens –click.
Now with my wrists turned up and held out straight; look down –click; look aside –click; look at the lens –click.
“Now.” you said. “I want you to put these soft, padded cuffs on your wrists and ankles; they fasten with Velcro.”
I know my eyes must have opened wider.
“Do as you’re told.”——you said.
I did.
“Now,” you said, “ sit with your legs and your wrists all out straight; look down –click; look aside –click; look at the lens –click.”
“Now put this blindfold on. Tight; seat the pads in your eyes so you cannot see; look down –click; look aside –click; look at the lens –click.”
“Now lie back and stretch your arms and legs as far apart as you can.”
I thought you were going to take another picture, but by the time I realized you weren’t, the cuffs were clipped onto stakes in the ground.
Then you took a picture.
A lot happened that weekend and some of it jumbles together in my memory
But not what happened next.
You began kissing me softly again and this time I could not pull you in to do more. I raised my head up to get harder contact and you pulled back. When I opened my mouth and tried to reach you with my tongue, you pulled away and just kissed the tip of my tongue, the edges of my lips.
I probably started whimpering then. My memory is full of noises I made as though they came from someone else, magnified behind my blindfold.
Your lips and tongue moved to the side of my neck and you unzipped the hoodie all the way and I thought of that lacy, scoopy bra under the sheer red nylon covering as your mouth traveled down my neck.
I arched my chest hoping you would move to my breasts, but instead you took off my shoes and socks.
Running your fingers lightly around my feet then rubbing them, massaging them.
My ankles, my calves, lightly touching, then rubbing, then slowly massaging them.
My knees, the front and backs of my thighs———then so slowly moving inside my legs——higher ——and higher——almost touching my soaking wet pussy ——please——please——please
And with the barest touch, pulling the snaps open, so my hungry center was spread open, completely open——shining in the sunlight with juices——please ——I know I was begging now.
But you rolled the sheer, red nylon leotard up under my skirt, up to the tops of my breasts where I could feel the wetness from my pussy soaking onto my chest and you folded the lacy cups of the bra under to expose my pebble-hard nipples to the daylight also.
“Now ——you said ——we begin.”
And you moved back to my mouth teasing as before, down my neck and around my breasts, licking and kissing and nipping until my breath was ragged and moaning.
The slowly licking and kissing and nipping down my stomach——and finally under my skirt.
I kept trying to raise my pussy up to get some kind of contact with your body, but you held yourself away.
Please—— I know I said——kiss me——lick me —— touch me ——bite me
And you asked, “Bite you?”
“Yes,” I said, “hurt me, leave marks.”
The two fingers touched lightly on either side of my erect little button, moved down to open my lips further and then pulled back to squeeze my clit.
“Oh!” I said, “I’m gonna cum.”
“You said, “Not yet.”
And did it again.
I was shaking, “Please?”
And again.
“OH god!”
You asked, “Do you want to come now?”
“PLeeeaseee”
“Count down from ten,” you said, “slowly, then you can come.”
10——your fingers move down and up
9——your fingers pinch and I shudder, biting my lip to keep control
8———down and spread me even wider, my next breath a sob
7——down and up
6——down and up
5——down and up
4——my legs are starting to twitch, my hips already moving with the rhythm
3——so close, the wave starting to rise over me
2—ooooooooooo
And you lashed each of my upper thighs with a switch, and I screamed ONNNNNE!!!!!——— at the top of my voice as the most massive orgasm of my life took over my body and I shook———and I thrashed ———and screamed ———and moaned ———my body arching high into the air———as I lost all consciousness.
———coming to some ten minutes later naked, wrapped in a flannel sheet in your arms in the bedroom.
The first thing I said was, “Did you take a picture of that?”
The second thing, sitting up, “Let me see the marks”