It had been unseasonably hot in London for weeks. The last week, in particular, had seen record temperatures. The nights had been close and clammy. The hot spell had finally broken and this morning a gentle breeze blew in through the open windows and the sound of rain could be heard. Everything was cooler and fresher.
Paul got out of bed and adjusted the shutters to let in the air but minimise the light coming through. He didn’t want to wake Charlotte who was sleeping naked next to him. Paul looked appreciatively and with lust at Charlotte’s body which was only covered by a thin sheet. Her long legs protruded from one end and her bare breasts were visible at the other. Her red her was tousled on the pillow.
All around him were reminders of last night’s frenzied lovemaking. The bedclothes were a tangle. Charlotte’s Bra and flimsy thong were on the floor beside the bed. There were ropes were still attached to the bed frame. Delightful memories flooded back to him.
Paul and Charlotte had made dinner the previous evening and enjoyed a bottle of wine. After they had cleared everything away they had decided to go for a walk in the park behind the house. The sunset looked like it was going to be spectacular.
They walked hand in hand to a part of the park where Charlotte would be able to get a decent shot with her camera. She had brought her tripod.
As she was setting up the camera she and Paul heard a sound coming from the woods behind them. A middle-aged couple were kissing passionately. The lady was wearing a summer dress with a very bold pattern, he was wearing cargo shorts and a polo shirt. He had his hand up her dress and was feeling her bum while they kissed. They were not put off by Paul & Charlotte’s arrival.
On the contrary, the lady knelt in front of the man, unzipped him and proceeded to give him a blow job. She clearly knew what she was doing and more than once looked directly at Charlotte & Paul while she was sucking her man. It didn’t take long for the man to cum. The woman got up from the kneeling position. The man put his cock away and zipped up his shorts. The couple then walked away towards a nearby gate.
Charlotte and Paul were aroused beyond belief they hurriedly set off for home. They had hardly got through the front door when they started tearing at each other’s clothes. Paul was soon naked and Charlotte was left wearing only very flimsy underwear. They headed upstairs to the bedroom.
Paul was brimming with confidence and massively erect, he couldn’t remember Charlotte ever having been so turned on. If he wanted to push some boundaries now was the time to do it.
Paul ordered Charlotte to strip off her remaining garments and lie on the bed. From the bedside cupboard, he selected four lengths of soft rope that he had prepared weeks ago.
He tied Charlotte’s arms to the headboard at her wrists and her ankles to the foot of the bed. She was spreadeagled. Charlotte was initially surprised and for a second apprehensive However in this situation, Paul was totally in control.
By running his finger along the length of her shaven pussy Paul confirmed that Charlotte was soaking wet. He pushed his finger in and at the same time began to rub her clit with the broad base of his thumb. Charlotte’s first orgasm was quick and she strained against the ropes as she came.
Next, Paul decided he wanted to fuck Charlotte. He had never done anything like this before but they were both so turned on there was no resistance. Normally Charlotte was a tactile and energetic lover whenever they made love she always put her all into it matching Paul’s moves with her own. In this position, she was simply unable to do so. Paul felt that he could fuck her deeper and harder and it was obvious that Charlotte was enjoying this new experience of being powerless.
Paul’s orgasm was massive, he shot what seemed like string after string of cum deep inside Charlotte’s captive pussy.
Paul untied Charlotte and they hugged tenderly and kissed deeply, the bond of trust between them had deepened in the last hour. As their pulses calmed and the rhythmic noise of the fan lulled them towards blissfully deep sleep, Paul pulled a thin cotton sheet over their naked bodies.
Still thinking about everything that had happened last night Paul made his way to the ensuite bathroom and freshened himself up. He glanced in the mirror and saw his relaxed contented face looking back at him. Charlotte was the best thing that at ever happened to him and he knew he was a very lucky man.
He emerged from the bathroom to a room that was already cooler and fresher. Charlotte was now awake, she had thrown off the bedsheet, spread her legs and was masturbating.
“Watch me,” she instructed as she thrust two fingers deep inside her pussy.
Instinctively Paul moved towards the bed.
“Stay there, don’t touch me, just watch.” Charlotte’s voice was deep and lusty as she finger fucked her way to her first orgasm of the day.
Outside the sound of gentle rain reminded them both that whatever plans they had made for the day ahead would have to be re-thought. Neither of them could see a problem with that.
