Chapter 1

Au revoir Adam

Although it is only a few weeks, it feels like a lifetime ago. I have his postcards and he has phoned me a couple of times.

His plans were disrupted when he had to see a new client in Poland but he has resolved that and flies to Japan in the next day or so...

Our last night together was not the trauma I was expecting but a comfortable and enjoyable evening together.

I had planned a big spread but Adam wanted something light so I prepared a simple dish of smoked salmon with asparagus. Add butter and black pepper - delicious.

We didn’t eat my apple tart (Tarte Tatin) but nibbled cheese afterwards and between us we ate one and a half packs of grapes!

He declined coffee and he was struggling to talk whenever the future and his trip came into the conversation. I said “I have a little something for you to remember me by!” - he looked surprised.

I picked up my glass of wine, walked round the table a she stood up. I put one hand behind his head and pulled his lips to mine. He had loosened his tie but not taken it off and i took the end and tugged gently “Bring your wine and follow me!” I said and tugged again - I led him upstairs to my bedroom.

I put our glasses on the bedside cabinet - and turned back to him as he was unknotting his tie.

“Stop!” I said, I gently moved his hands down to his sides. I then reached up and looped the tie over his head. He reached for me and I firmly pushed his arms back to his sides. “Mo!” he said and I put a finger on his lips to silence him.

Still with my hands holding his arms to his sides I leaned into him and kissed the hollow in his throat. I released his arm and my fingers began opening the buttons on his shirt. My mouth followed my fingers, kissing his chest as it became exposed.

He tried to speak again and I muttered “Hush!” and bit his nipple hard! It was obviously harder than I intended as he yelped with pain. I released it and licked around it instead; then pushing my hands in either side of his unbuttoned shirt I eased it free of his trousers. Pausing only to give his other nipple a gentle nibble and a lavish lick, I sank to my knees; nibbling, kissing and licking his chest and stomach as I went lower. I looked up and saw he was watching; almost holding his breath; bottom lip gripped in his teeth.

My fingers were releasing his belt, the button fastening and I looked up into his eyes and moistening my lips with my tongue as I did so, I slowly eased the zip down. As his trousers opened I nuzzled into his crotch – still covered by his underpants – rubbing my whole face into the hardening flesh. The contact elicited a gasp from above. His trousers fell and pooled around his feet and I again looked up into his eyes and smiled; then bending my head so I could keep watching his face, I gripped the waistband of his underpants and lowered my upper body towards the floor. Although the waistband stretched, with only an imperceptible tug with the fingers of one hand, the underpants slid down to his knees leaving an erect column of flesh protruding out over my face. He started to bend and reach down to me and I tapped his hand with mine and said “No! Wait!”

Rising again to my knees; his hardness brushing my cheek; I pulled his underpants down to his ankles; said “Out!” and he stepped out of both trousers and underpants. I then rubbed the top of my head into his crotch, gently butting him from side to side and pressing my cheek along the length of him from testicles to the tip, where turning my head to look up at him again, I paused and with partly open lips slowly brought the tip close and just allowed my tongue to make the lightest of contact across the slit. He groaned.

I rose to my feet tracing a warm, wet trail from tip to testicles, up his belly and chest and softly chewed on his neck and ears. Then with one hand gently pressing his chest, I manoeuvred him backwards until he reached the bed. I swiftly pushed the shirt of his shoulders and tugged it over his hands. It fell to the floor with the rest of his clothes. The slightest of pushes was enough to topple him backwards, naked – apart from his socks – onto my bed.

Still clothed I crawled onto his body and when I felt his penis against my pussy through my panties I began slowly rotating my hips. He started to say something and I put a finger to his lips and gently shook my head. Then maintaining my moving contact with his crotch, I slowly undid the buttons on my blouse and let it fall behind me. Reaching behind me, I unfastened the bra and leaning forward let it fall across his face. I slowly drew the lacy garment across his face while letting my erect nipples brush back and fore across his chest.

He tried to explore my skirt; I swiftly gripped his wrists and pressed his arms upwards into crucifix position. He grinned and I bore down on his groin and wriggled my hips – his eyes closed and I could feel his rigid member gripped between the inside of my thighs and the now moist band of silk between my legs. I reached under the sides of my skirt and tugged the laces at each side of my panties and moving my hand to grip the front panel I pulled the thin slip of black silk from between us and smiling, trailed the garment across his face. He tried to wriggle his stiffness inside me but I moved slightly to prevent him.

Gripping his wrists again, I rubbed my breasts hard into him then moved up his body for a long, lingering kiss - his tongue coiled around mine and explored my mouth. After a few moments, I released his mouth and began chewing, kissing and licking his throat and started to work my way down his body. I ground into his manhood one more time before sliding down his legs and he groaned as my mouth descended over his stomach. He groaned again and louder when I took the head of him into my mouth. I gave a little growl and began chewing and licking his shaft and slipping the head between my lips and sucking gently while working my tongue and teeth around it.

Dropping lower, I sucked his testicles into my mouth, first one then the other, then lathed his stem my mouth and tongue as he squirmed beneath me. I released his wrists and began using my fingers to stroke and explore his organ and anus. I smiled as I felt him quiver in my mouth, knowing he was close to climax. I didn’t see him raise his upper body from the bed and I squealed when two hands gripped me under my arms and lifted me up and onto my back on the bed. My skirt was bunched around my waist and he just rolled over me and into me in a single move – I was so wet, there was little resistance to his thrust. I squealed again as he struck home, my hands gripped his back, my teeth fastened on his shoulder.

I stopped savaging his shoulder as he paused, buried to the hilt in me; hands either side of me; his arms now holding his body above mine; touching only where he entered me.

Gazing down into my eyes, a gentle smile on his lips, He withdrew an inch or so and then slid it forward again. I heard my gasp and my eyes closed and I bit my bottom lip. Again he withdrew slowly and pushed home; again drawing a gasp of sensation as I filled and the pressure seemed to reach my ears. I felt him withdraw again and realised he was increasing the tempo and I began panting in time with his thrusts. I felt an old friend stir deep in my belly and began whimpering as I felt the warmth grow and wriggle through my sex and belly and thighs. My hips began to twitch uncontrollably as huge waves of pleasure flooded my body. I felt his lips on my nipples and soared into oblivion with an orgasm that overwhelmed my every sense – a rushing flood in my ears, my eyes wet with tears, my skin writhed with electricity, the smell of sex and blood filled my nose the taste of Adam filled my mouth – I heard screaming in the distance – it was me! Seconds later my body was being battered by Adam’s urgency and his roar drowned my fading cries and I clung to him like someone drowning clinging to a piece of flotsam. He collapsed, spent, onto my breasts and I eased my body a little to the side and smiled as I felt him slowly deflate inside me – a truly unique sensation.

I felt as if I glowed. My body tingled from my fingertips to my toes. I felt warm, mischievous and still with a hunger for him. I slid gently from under him and sat looking down at his pale, muscular back my legs tucked under me. A growing wet patch extending down my thighs drove me to the bathroom where, giggling. I began spraying between my legs – it tickled deliciously.

Although I didn’t hear him, it was as if I felt the heat of his body on my back and I leaned back into him as he reached around me, took the shower head from my hand and replaced it on its bracket so the jet now beat down on our bodies. I started to struggle as I had not wanted to get my hair wet but stopped as I realised the futility of the action as the hot water flowed over my head and face.

I could hear music, Beethoven’s 5th Symphony – he must have put my bedside radio on. He stood behind me, his teeth gripping my shoulder and his hands manipulating my breasts – squeezing the nipples and rolling them in his fingers. I could feel him hardening against my buttocks and my first full penetrative sex in school with my first Adam flashed through my mind, swiftly followed by the memory of my first “proper” anal. The thought still caused my throat to tighten as transfixed; I stood watching his hand reach out to the shower tidy to extract the bottle of baby oil. He bent me over a little, my cubicle is a little restrictive, and I could feel his fingers opening me, oiling me then he turned me, hands, breasts and face pressed to the cubicle wall as he slid inside – I still cannot describe the sensation – a frightening, nice, electric, tight, overfilled and with a sharp edge a confused roaring in my ears and my mind boiled while the water blinded my eyes. He swiftly began thrusting scarily deep into me while one hand held my waist and the other quite roughly explored my pussy – fingers reaching deep inside.

I laughed out loud – the music had changed from Beethoven to Ravel’s “Bolero” – we had recently watched some old movie – “10” in which it featured. Adam made no response other than to increase his thrusts, keeping time with the music. The hand holding my waist moved further round my stomach and he was lifting me as he drove harder and faster into my buttocks, I could feel his testicles slapping near my pussy and his hand there was rolling my clit in his fingers.

He groaned, stood up and his hand went from my waist to the back of my neck pushing my head down into the corner of the cubicle as both the music and he thundered into climax. But I was drowning, the water streamed over my shoulders into my mouth and up my nose. I squirmed, but impaled at one end and my neck gripped in a hand of iron, I couldn’t move and my attempt to say anything resulted in a mouthful of hot water. I was holding my breath and loudly whining when he exploded inside me. Fortunately, he simultaneously released my neck and as I stood, still impaled, spluttering and gasping for air, a switch in my belly clicked and an orgasm took my legs from under me, the shower door opened and we fell backwards out of the shower. He lay on his back under me, holding me as I writhed and writhed again – totally out of it as wave after wave shook my body.

Neither of us had spoken throughout.

We lay on the floor of the bathroom, still joined, I giggled like a little girl although still breathless from my ordeal by water, Adam hugged me tight and the movement in my bowels made me groan. He kissed the nape of my neck and gently eased out of my now ultra sensitive rear, I shivered as the tip emerged.- I was sure there was a slight “pop” – I laughed and when Adam asked why, I laughed even more. Dripping and laughing, we struggled to our feet and re-entered the shower. I took a large sponge and soaping it well, I started to soap his lovely body. Smiling, I stared into his eyes and soaped his penis and testicles slowly and stroking the length of him as I did so.

He smiled back until his eyelids fluttered, he bit his lip and grunted – then seized the sponge and pulled me to him. He kissed me then; long, deep, slow and warm. His tongue caressing mine. Then he moved away, took both my wrists in one hand and pulled them above my head. “Your turn!” he said and began soaping my breasts, my belly, my sex then turned me and soaped my rear – biting my shoulder as he did so.

He stopped the shower and pulled me round into another kiss.

Opening the door of the shower he pulled a big, fluffy tower from the heated rail and began towelling me down with vigour until my skin began to tingle. He took another and as he pulled the towel over his body; he used his upper body to pin me me against the bathroom door and continued to kiss my neck and shoulders and then my mouth. I like kissing and this was an epic kiss. The towels had fallen to the floor and his hands roamed my body unhindered.

He picked me up and opened the bathroom door. I grabbed another towel from the rail and attempted to wrap it around my still wet hair. He kissed me again and the towel fell as we returned to my bedroom. He continued to kiss me as he placed me in my bed,

He rose quickly, crossed the bedroom to my chest of drawers and began pulling drawers open – then laughed and turned – bearing a handful of my scarves. “What are you doing?” I said.

He laughed.

Taking my one of my hands he used a scarf to tie it to the headboard, then repeated the action with my other hand. The bindings were firm but comfortable and I watched, giggling, as he bound my feet. I was now tied, spread-eagled, naked on the bed – this was a new experience!

He sat on the side of the bed and gently kissed my lips, my eyes and my forehead. I went to embrace him without thinking and giggled as I found I was unable to bring my arms down.

He then turned and bent towards my feet, I craned my neck to see what he was doing but his body blocked my view. I gasped when he sucked my big toe into his mouth. Without removing my toe from his mouth, he swung his body over mine and crouched at the foot of the bed gazing up my naked body. He sucked and nibbled my toes one by one, his eyes fixed on mine. He licked the sole of my foot – I screamed. I have hypersensitive feet – tickling my feet is my version of torture. He did it again and I screamed again. My leg was thrashing against the scarf to no avail and my body bucked on the bed as his hand encircled my ankle holding it to his tormenting mouth.

He stopped – my foot was alive with sensation – but as it began to fade, he moved and repeated the process with the other foot as I struggled against his mouth screaming “No! Please! Stop!” over and over. My feet burned, my whole skin throbbed and flashed with an almost electric pulse and I continued to thrash on the bed as if in pain.

It stopped! Sensation was moving up my leg, he nuzzled, kissed and licked my feet and ankles. He was slowly sliding up the bed between my outspread legs his mouth moving from one leg to another. He paused at my knees and pain/pleasure returned as he softly dug his teeth into the thin flesh of my kneecaps and as my eyes closed and my body writhed he turned onto his back and attacked the hollows behind my knees. It was delicious!

Rolling to his front, he knelt and continued to slowly work his way up my thighs towards my now throbbing sex. He was also using his hands to softly rake, stroke, knead my hips, groin and belly but not touching my desperately urgent core which was pressing towards his touch begging for attention. Reaching the junction of my legs he licked and chewed the flesh to each side; again drawing groans and shrieks from me and I felt his fingers opening me as you would open a ripe fig.

He breathed on the exposed tissue and then his tongue entered me. It wriggled and moved inside me. The impertinent tongue was joined by gently questing fingers. My eyes flew open, I gasped – his tongue had found my clit and he began lapping at it like a thirsty dog at a bowl of water. Unsurprisingly I orgasmed within a minute or so – the wave of passion driving my sex hard into his mouth as my buttocks left the bed.

He didn’t stop!

As I shuddered and whimpered his mouth moved swiftly over my stomach and began a prolonged assault on my breasts. He now nibbled and sucked on my nipples like a starving baby. At the same time, his swollen member pushed its way into my inner sanctum and began its rhythmic and relentless beat on the doors of my womb. With my arms and legs powerless to contribute, my hips began their own contributory and matching rhythm. His pace was increasing and I began to experience what I call “my poppers” – little internal explosions that ripple through my sex, my belly, and elsewhere in my body – each “popper” accompanied my a “mmm”, “ooh” or a sharp intake of breath as my muscles flexed and locked. My inability to touch Adam or myself was boring into my mind and my hands clenched and unclenched desperately. I heard his grunts, then he lifted himself off my upper body and we gazed into each others eyes while maintaining the battering below – the “slap, slap” sound of flesh on flesh was hypnotic. He came with a long, slow groan and sank onto my breasts. I desperately wanted to hold him and as if by telepathy he reached up and untied my hands which reached and held him tightly to me.

I wouldn’t have thought it possible but we fell asleep. Adam, still large though no longer hard resting inside me; my feet still tied to the bottom rails.

When I woke the bedside lights were still on; Adam had rolled to one side and was gently snoring. I ached in places I didn’t know I had places. I quietly sat up and released my feet. I nearly freaked when I realised that my wrists and ankles seemed bruised, then smothered a giggle. The duvet had been folded up on the bottom of the bed but our activities had sent it and my pillows to the floor. Silently, I got out of bed and eased it over Adam’s sleeping form. Then dragging a pillow under my head, I snuggled into the duvet and closed my eyes. My body arms and legs ached and I rubbed my wrists a little. I felt a disturbance behind me and Adam’s arms came round pulling my body into his. His snore resumed and as I drifted into sleep I thought “God! He’s hard again!”