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"How was your trip?" she
asked me, smiling.
"Wonderful, Ms. Heather, thank you." I was
standing in the doorway of her apartment, the beautiful hills of the central Swedish
countryside surrounding me. I could smell the honey suckle rolling on the hills, a
wonderfully sweet smell.
She invited me into her home. The air was cool,
smelling of cinnamon. The apartment was tidy; plants decorated the rooms, lying in their
pots or hanging from the ceiling. "I would like you to clean the apartment for
me," she began. "At least until my fiancé gets home."
"Of course," I replied.
She showed me where she kept her cleaning supplies,
and I began my task of cleaning the already neat apartment. I began in the kitchen, doing
the dishes. Filling the sink with warm soapy water I quickly made short work of the
dishes. I scrubbed the appliances, and the counter top. Next I swept and mopped the floor
until it was spotless.
With the kitchen finished I proceeded through the
rest of the apartment. I vacuumed the rugs, dusted the furniture, swept and mopped the
bathroom floor. I scoured the tub, sink, and commode in the bathroom, giving the small
room a lemony smell from the cleanser.
I found a watering jug with the cleaning supplies,
and filling it I began walking room to room saturating the many plants that decorated the
lovely home.
In the living room was a small hamster cage, the
tiny orange and white ball of fur sleeping in a pile of straw. Carefully so as not to
frighten the animal, I reached in and began removing the dirty straw, replacing it with
the fresh material resting aside the cage. I filled the hamster’s water bottle with
fresh bottled water from the kitchen. With a soft caress on the back of the small ball of
fur, I resealed the lid; smiling as I watched the tiny creature once again curl up in a
ball to sleep.
Finally, I gathered up all the trash that rested in
the individual garbage cans in each room, filled one larger bag, and removed the trash
from the apartment. I placed new liners in all of the small plastic containers, returning
them to their proper place.
Ms. Heather had been watching me throughout, but she
had said nothing. Merely keeping an eye on my progress, smiling happily. When I returned
from removing the trash I found her waiting for me in the living room. "Very
nice."
"Thank you," I replied, happy that she
seemed pleased.
"My fiancé will be here in about ten minutes,
why don’t you go wait in the master bedroom. Strip once you are there, wait in the
corner."
I answered, "Yes, Ms. Heather."
I padded to the bedroom. Once there I began removing
my clothes until I was fully naked and my clothes folded neatly beside me. A short time
later I heard footsteps coming down the hall towards me.
"Dennis, I would like for you to meet my
fiancé."
It seemed surreal to me, as I stood naked before Ms.
Heather and her betrothed, while they remained fully clothed, looking at me. "Pleased
to meet you, sir," I said extending my hand. His grip was firm, strong.
Releasing the handshake he smiled at me, "the
apartment looks great."
"Thank you."
I glanced between Ms. Heather and her fiancé. They
made a lovely couple, complimenting one another. Her medium length, reddish brown hair was
combed wonderfully and her ocean blue eyes reflected a deep, underlying intelligence. His
short hair did nothing to hide the wit in his face.
Glancing at her fiancé, Ms. Heather told him to
strip.
"Yes, Mistress."
"You," she said to me, pulling a leather
blindfold from the bedroom closet, "do not need to see this." She motioned me to
turn around and when I did, she buckled the blindfold tightly around my head, completing
shutting off all sight from my eyes. "Nor will you be needing your hands." With
that she pulled out a pair of handcuffs and proceeded to cuff my hands behind my back. The
loud ratcheting of the cuffs startled me and my fingers spread wide of their own accord as
the steel pinched into my skin.
She told me to stand in the corner, and I slowly
backed up until my back bumped the wall.
"Now don’t move."
I stood there in silence as I listened to Ms.
Heather comment on her fiancés body. She told her love to undress her, and I took in a
sharp breath as I heard the sounds of her jeans being unsnapped, being pulled down her
legs. I could only imagine the skin that was being uncovered as I listened to Ms. Heather
moan slightly, enjoying being disrobed by her fiancé.
I heard a body crawl onto the bed, and then I
listened to Ms. Heather breathe, "eat me."
I heard her fiancé join Ms. Heather on the bed,
listened as he crawled between her thighs. I could almost see the actions in front of me,
the scene playing behind my eyes. I was breathing loudly, sucking cool air into my lungs.
The picture that played out behind my eyes aroused me, but my impotent hands remained
cuffed uselessly behind my back.
The sounds of Ms. Heather’s arousal grew louder
as did the contented moans of her fiancé. I could only stand there and listen to the
sounds of Ms. Heather’s pleasure, the rustle of the sheets, the moans of desire and
gasps of delight.
"Dennis," Ms. Heather’s voice
startled me, pulling me from my world of sounds. "Crawl up here and suckle me."
"Yes, Ms. Heather," I said surprised when
my voice cracked.
I stepped slowly forward, inching my way to the bed.
I knew it was just in front of me, a few feet away. My knees hit the mattress and I
climbed upon the bed, slowly bringing up one knee, and then the other. I used the moans
still issuing from Ms. Heather to guide me. I shifted my body slightly, and then bent
forward.
I pressed my face into Ms. Heather’s breasts,
feeling the flesh shift. I raise my head slightly and began licking her body, tasting the
salty sweat her arousal has produced. I lightly trailed my tongue around the swell of her
breasts, working in smaller and smaller circles, bringing my tongue to the hardened nub of
her nipple. My stomach clenched as I worked at maintaining my prone position, not wanting
to collapse my weight on her.
I popped the first nipple into my mouth, clamping
down on it with my teeth, biting it lightly. With the hard flesh held in my teeth, and my
mouth held open, I began running my tongue quickly across the tip of her nipple. Fast,
tickling strokes and an occasional blast of hot air. Ms. Heather’s moans were growing
louder with the attention she was receiving from her fiancé and me.
I released her nipple and licked my way to the
other. I trapped the second in my mouth as I had done the first, running tantalizing
strokes of my tongue over her nipple. Releasing her nipple I began sucking the nub into my
mouth and letting it slowly slide back out. Sucking it in, releasing it. All the while,
her fiancé was pleasuring her wet pussy with his tongue. Licking, sucking, probing, and
penetrating her warm womanhood. He pulled her lips into his mouth, nibbled on them
loosely, pressed hid mouth on her sex fully, holding firm. His tongue dancing over her
clit, blowing cool air on the wet flesh.
Ms. Heather was twisting rapidly beneath me, her
arousal evident in her undulations and pleasure filled moans. She began screaming loudly,
arching her back, and pounding her fist into the mattress.
Her breathing slowly returned from it’s loudly
rapid pace to a more normal calm. "Heavenly," she smiled. "Now bathe
me."
I began licking her body further, releasing my light
grip on her nipple; I began licking her chest, running my tongue in the valley of her
cleavage. I tasted the salt of her sweat, taking pleasure in the flavor. I slowly tasted
her breasts, licking the sides and running my tongue down to her armpit. Savoring the
taste of the flesh I could not see. Every bit of skin I licked, I followed up with a
gentle kiss with my pursed lips. I probed the cavern of her arm socket before pulling my
tongue up to her shoulder, around the top of her chest, to settle on her neck.
I could feel her fiancé shifting at the foot of the
bed, performing his own cleaning ritual as he tongued her legs, knees, ankles and feet.
Bathing her below as I continued her tongue bath above.
I worked my way to the delicate expanse of her neck.
I licked her neck, pressing my tongue firmly at the base and drawing it up her carotid
artery. I could feel her rapid pulse on my tongue, beating with desire. My mind could
picture lying thee beneath me, the blindfold still keeping me from seeing. I struggled to
keep my body from collapsing forward, unable to use my cuffed hands for balance.
I kept my tongue firmly pressing on her neck,
drawing it up in agonizing slowness. Her moans grew loud again as she took the pleasure
that was being given. I licked her neck, running my tongue beneath her chin, and back down
her throat on the other side. I ran my tongue up her throat, to her chin, and back down.
Along her neck, from side to side, from ear to ear.
Her fiancé continued licking her feet, sucking her
toes, running his tongue in long, firm strokes from her ankle to her parted thighs.
Ms. Heather’s moans of delight grew louder and
my arousal increased with those moans. My fists flexed and relaxed behind my back as I
pulled my tongue up her ear to her cheeks. I ran my tongue over her parted lips, pressing
the muscle of my tongue into her mouth.
She extended her tongue, the two muscles dancing
against one another in a tango of passion. She lifted her head to kiss me, and I kissed
her back, firmly. She released my mouth and I continued licking her face gently. Kissing
her eyes, kissing her nose, her forehead.
Ms. Heather sighed in contented bliss and told us to
stop. I lifted myself up to a kneeling position, and I heard her fiancé do the same.
"That was wonderful. Thank you, both of
you."
Smiling at her kind words I whispered a heartfelt,
"you’re welcome." I heard Ms. Heather’s love reply in kind.
She motioned us off the bed and I heard her get
dressed, and I heard her instruct her fiancé to do the same. With her husband-to-be
dressed she sent him into the living room. He exited the room and she returned to me. She
pulled out the key to the handcuffs, and unfastened my hands. She reached up and pulled
the blindfold off my eyes. I had not been aware of how brightly the room was lit until my
site was removed.
Ms. Heather stood before me once again dressed in
the jeans and comfortable T-shirt she had been wearing early. She had a content look on
her lovely face, her blue eyes alive and dancing, "Thank you, Dennis," she told
me as I began dressing per her wishes.
Once I was dressed she escorted me to the living
room, where we said our good-byes. "Thank you again."
And as I left the apartment, a smile on my lips, I
kissed her forehead, "you’re welcome."
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