Grace had spent the last two months thinking about getting together with her lover and she was in an exceptionally sensual mood. He would be close to her that afternoon and the thoughts of him were sending tingles up and down her spine.
About an hour before he was expected she lit candles and drew a warm bath, adding just the right amount of lightly scented oil to accompany the soft music playing in the background. She turned down the lights in that room and gently immersed herself in the water, melting into the sensations coursing through her body.
As she heard the front door open a tingling warmth flushed her body in anticipation of being close to him. He knew where she would be and took no unneeded time. His clothes left behind and with two newly poured glasses of wine in hand he proceeded to join her. She watched his body as he gently lowered himself into the bath and leaned forward as their eyes met and his lips pressed against hers in a lingering, wet and gentle kissing melody that was in sync with the music filling the room. The sensation that had made her tingle earlier stepped up beyond measure as she was taken over by a lightness that nearly felt as though she was passing out.
Without word he moved behind her and started gently caressing her body from head to toe; tracing his fingers on the inside of her thighs as he gently kissed her neck. Rubbing her sides slowly and then just momentarily up past her breasts brushing over her nipples until both his hands pulled her neck closer to his lips. One hand holding her head tilted slightly backward while the other explored her body with the oils in the water. The dance continued as he would rub her body so she could feel every sensation possible and she moved her hands from his buttocks to his feet where they lay just beneath hers. He would softly play with her nipples at one moment, and then rub the inside of her legs the next; touching then rubbing for a moment before moving on. Her body was filling with lust for him and his was as well for her. She could feel him throbbing against her back as she gently pushed in his direction from time to time and ground her hips into his groin.
He stood first and she shifted her body around to gaze at him, almost instinctively taking him into her mouth. There was no resistance as he slid all the way in and then back out four or five times. She could taste in as his wetness coated the inside of her mouth. He put out his arms and raised her from the tub; and they stood there in warm embrace passionately kissing to the flicker of light in the room. He handed her a towel and left for a moment to return with lengths of silky smooth lines of rope.
She stood quietly in front of him peering into the mirror on the wall as he maneuvered around with the ropes entwining her in a maze of shapes and loops and knots…taking shape around her body. They started gently and then began to envelope her from her neck to her thighs in a web of sensations; lightness and tautness; restraint and freedom all at the same time. In one regard she was becoming increasingly unable to move her body and at the same time becoming increasingly unable to maintain control over her thoughts. The sensations of this erotic bonding, as he gazed at her and as she watched this scene unfold, was creating feelings inside that she had never experienced before. He finished by placing a blindfold around her eyes, taking her hands into his and leading her out of the room.
She wasn’t sure where he was taking her, but as the warmth of the afternoon sun fell onto her body she knew they were in the sunroom at the back of the house. She could envision in her minds eye the glass walls of the room looking out over the Pacific Ocean in Northern California. Nine hundred or so feet above the sea with a breathtaking view of an expanse of ocean and cliffed shoreline that was endless. The sun rays were rushing in and filling both the room and her senses with warmth that only comes from a late afternoon sun. She had been in this place many times before, but never as sensually and sexually aroused as she was at that moment. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she felt him rub up against her, touching her firm nipples and checking the wetness between her legs as he passed his hands up to her belly. He pushed up against her as she pushed back, his hands taking her wrists and lifting them upward. She felt a blush of vulnerability pass through her at the same time as a rush of total acceptance, of trust, of warmth, of love and lust moved through her.
There were six round eyelets on the ceiling, each with a strap hanging toward the floor. In the back two he placed her upwardly stretched arms into two softly lined cuffs and then secured them. She let her arms fall into the cuffs, which held her firmly in an upright position. He slowly circled her rubbing her curvaceous and subtle ass, capturing her breast for a moment and then pressing his hardness up against her from behind. He was obviously in awe of her beauty and her radiance. She could only imagine in her minds eye her lover slowly circling her in anticipation, the only sense of which was the soft sound of his footsteps and breathing which she could now hear with clarity.
She felt his presence at that moment in front of her with his hands now beneath her buttocks starting to raise her in what she thought was his preparation to penetrate her. Her insides quivered and she sighed almost unknowingly to herself wanting for him to be inside. She opened herself up to him as he brushed against her…as she felt him raise her a bit higher…and then lower her into the soft cushion of the harness attached to the middle two rungs on the ceiling. She was now floating fully suspended in the air having to use no effort of her own. Her legs were now free to enjoy him fully, to accept him without the worry of holding her own body.
She could feel him circling her again making sure everything was just in the right order. She felt drops of warm liquid running down her thighs. At first she thought it might be him gently dripping water on her…but soon realized it was her own wetness dripping. She glistened with rawness and he stood in front of her admiring what he saw. He slowly lifted her right leg into the fifth strap hanging from the ceiling and placed it in the cuff awaiting her ankle…followed slowly by her left ankle being placed in the last soft shackle.
She could sense him walking between her legs and positioning himself in that spot where he could penetrate her. She was filled with overwhelming feelings of pure sensuality as he touched her in every place imaginable on her body. Gently caressing her softness and touching her just the right way in just the right places. He backed away and again she could feel the sun radiating itself upon her with his voice in the background telling her what he intended to do…how he was going to take her and how he was going to devour her.
He left the room and without the sense of sight her others had taken on a more acute tone, even after just a short time. She could hear him walking back toward her from elsewhere in the house and almost immediately recognized the scent of one of the candles that had been burning next to the bath. She felt him come up behind her as he passed the candle under her nose to give her what was now almost an overwhelming whiff of fragrance. Without warning she felt the first drip of hot wax fall on her breast and slowly roll toward her nipple…then the second on her other breast…then the fourth and fifth as he gently teased her with the sensation of hot wax on her nipples and upper belly. Her wetness intensified as he placed both of this thumbs and forefingers around her nipples and twisted the still soft wax, rubbing her until she could feel a direct connection from his fingers to her aching between her legs…the smell of the candle burning below.
Grace was suspended in the sunlight, floating on the clouds of her imagination, dripping onto the floor beneath her, and quivering with lust as her lover approached her and placed the head of his engorged cock directly on the entrance to her waiting pussy. She was open to him and gently trying to suck him in as she told him that she wanted to fuck him until she exploded. She was ready, she was wanton, and she told this to him as he gently pushed her back on her cradled swing and then let her go. Her weight gently swung her back toward him as her lips made contact with his swollen head and with no way to stop she slid completely onto him stopping as her thighs met his, gasping a bit as his completeness entered and slowly continued to penetrate her as far as she could take him.
He didn’t move and she had no way to. She could writhe a bit if it would have helped, but the feeling of his stiffness sitting inside of her was all she could take for the moment. She could feel him pulsing inside of her and he could feel her massaging him with her muscles as if she was trying to milk him with her involuntary spasms. He moved forward about a foot pushing her backward so they could feel the weight of her body more forcefully leaning against him…and he pushed her away about the length of his cock…not enough for him to come out…and then let her go again. She slid back along his shaft and stopped up against his hips. He did this for a while as he would gently push her away, let her slide back down his shaft, sit for a moment and start again…over and over watching her in her white silken ropes, draped from the ceiling, and basking in the sun. She was having small orgasms every time he would start the process again. Not enough to fulfill her need and take over her entire body, but enough that each time he would push her back she would moan with anticipation and then sigh as she slid back forward onto him.
The feelings in his cock were much the same as the ones that Grace was experiencing and every time she would slide back onto his cock she would milk just a little bit more fluid from within creating a mixture with hers that was unmistakable in both texture and smell. These were the feelings and smells of unbridled passion and fornication…the scents of pleasure and reward…the feelings of raw energy as he picked up the pace and pushed her further backward, releasing himself from the grips of her cunt; letting her go and then reuniting, thrusting more forcefully into her as she banged into his hips. There was no hesitation between movements now as he would push her off as quickly as she would come pounding back toward him. Complete penetration, followed by the unfilling, then the void, and then the anticipation of complete penetration again as she moved the foot or so from her upward apex back down onto his cock…him thrusting into her as she landed totaling taking him into her to the back of her depths and filling her completely…over and over again until the synchronization of their bodies and moans and grunts and smells were taking them over. The sweet odor of sweat beginning to pour off of them; him beginning to breath heavier and her losing her breath with each deep penetration; their bodies swinging in constant motion as the juices from their loins dripped steadily onto the floor…fucking.
Right at this point there was nothing else…no other awareness, just the rawness of these two lovers fucking above the ocean below, her suspended in the air without effort and him pumping his cock into her wetness ready to explode…wanting to explode with her…taking her hips into his hands and holding her close to him…not letting her go as he pumped inside of her…deep, deeper…pushing his chest down onto hers…as her nipples touched him…the wax breaking off…clutching his cock and holding it inside…thrusting until both Grace and he were shouting…his motions and her body joining as they both gushed in harmony…his warmth and wetness shooting inside of her and hers coating his cock with a stickiness as she closed herself around him and came…dripping herself onto him in convulsions…as he shuttered inside of her…leaving the essence of himself to wander into her depths and linger there.
As they caught their breathe he gently kissed her nipples and then her mouth with a long lingering passionate embrace…slowly and gently pulling out of her and then back in several times…joined at the loins.
Some time later he stepped away from her and gazed upon her again. To see the pure elegance of the person he had just made love to. The person he had joined with and was brought to orgasm with. He slowly unbridled her from her tethers until both their bodies fell to the ground onto the softness of the pillows below…she beside him, chest to chest…left to gaze into each others eyes…basking in the sunlight…and to speak of those most intimate things that no other would ever imagine to hear except the most trustworthy of lovers.
Lying on the pillows suspended in light…
About an hour before he was expected she lit candles and drew a warm bath, adding just the right amount of lightly scented oil to accompany the soft music playing in the background. She turned down the lights in that room and gently immersed herself in the water, melting into the sensations coursing through her body.
As she heard the front door open a tingling warmth flushed her body in anticipation of being close to him. He knew where she would be and took no unneeded time. His clothes left behind and with two newly poured glasses of wine in hand he proceeded to join her. She watched his body as he gently lowered himself into the bath and leaned forward as their eyes met and his lips pressed against hers in a lingering, wet and gentle kissing melody that was in sync with the music filling the room. The sensation that had made her tingle earlier stepped up beyond measure as she was taken over by a lightness that nearly felt as though she was passing out.
Without word he moved behind her and started gently caressing her body from head to toe; tracing his fingers on the inside of her thighs as he gently kissed her neck. Rubbing her sides slowly and then just momentarily up past her breasts brushing over her nipples until both his hands pulled her neck closer to his lips. One hand holding her head tilted slightly backward while the other explored her body with the oils in the water. The dance continued as he would rub her body so she could feel every sensation possible and she moved her hands from his buttocks to his feet where they lay just beneath hers. He would softly play with her nipples at one moment, and then rub the inside of her legs the next; touching then rubbing for a moment before moving on. Her body was filling with lust for him and his was as well for her. She could feel him throbbing against her back as she gently pushed in his direction from time to time and ground her hips into his groin.
He stood first and she shifted her body around to gaze at him, almost instinctively taking him into her mouth. There was no resistance as he slid all the way in and then back out four or five times. She could taste in as his wetness coated the inside of her mouth. He put out his arms and raised her from the tub; and they stood there in warm embrace passionately kissing to the flicker of light in the room. He handed her a towel and left for a moment to return with lengths of silky smooth lines of rope.
She stood quietly in front of him peering into the mirror on the wall as he maneuvered around with the ropes entwining her in a maze of shapes and loops and knots…taking shape around her body. They started gently and then began to envelope her from her neck to her thighs in a web of sensations; lightness and tautness; restraint and freedom all at the same time. In one regard she was becoming increasingly unable to move her body and at the same time becoming increasingly unable to maintain control over her thoughts. The sensations of this erotic bonding, as he gazed at her and as she watched this scene unfold, was creating feelings inside that she had never experienced before. He finished by placing a blindfold around her eyes, taking her hands into his and leading her out of the room.
She wasn’t sure where he was taking her, but as the warmth of the afternoon sun fell onto her body she knew they were in the sunroom at the back of the house. She could envision in her minds eye the glass walls of the room looking out over the Pacific Ocean in Northern California. Nine hundred or so feet above the sea with a breathtaking view of an expanse of ocean and cliffed shoreline that was endless. The sun rays were rushing in and filling both the room and her senses with warmth that only comes from a late afternoon sun. She had been in this place many times before, but never as sensually and sexually aroused as she was at that moment. Her heart was pounding in her chest as she felt him rub up against her, touching her firm nipples and checking the wetness between her legs as he passed his hands up to her belly. He pushed up against her as she pushed back, his hands taking her wrists and lifting them upward. She felt a blush of vulnerability pass through her at the same time as a rush of total acceptance, of trust, of warmth, of love and lust moved through her.
There were six round eyelets on the ceiling, each with a strap hanging toward the floor. In the back two he placed her upwardly stretched arms into two softly lined cuffs and then secured them. She let her arms fall into the cuffs, which held her firmly in an upright position. He slowly circled her rubbing her curvaceous and subtle ass, capturing her breast for a moment and then pressing his hardness up against her from behind. He was obviously in awe of her beauty and her radiance. She could only imagine in her minds eye her lover slowly circling her in anticipation, the only sense of which was the soft sound of his footsteps and breathing which she could now hear with clarity.
She felt his presence at that moment in front of her with his hands now beneath her buttocks starting to raise her in what she thought was his preparation to penetrate her. Her insides quivered and she sighed almost unknowingly to herself wanting for him to be inside. She opened herself up to him as he brushed against her…as she felt him raise her a bit higher…and then lower her into the soft cushion of the harness attached to the middle two rungs on the ceiling. She was now floating fully suspended in the air having to use no effort of her own. Her legs were now free to enjoy him fully, to accept him without the worry of holding her own body.
She could feel him circling her again making sure everything was just in the right order. She felt drops of warm liquid running down her thighs. At first she thought it might be him gently dripping water on her…but soon realized it was her own wetness dripping. She glistened with rawness and he stood in front of her admiring what he saw. He slowly lifted her right leg into the fifth strap hanging from the ceiling and placed it in the cuff awaiting her ankle…followed slowly by her left ankle being placed in the last soft shackle.
She could sense him walking between her legs and positioning himself in that spot where he could penetrate her. She was filled with overwhelming feelings of pure sensuality as he touched her in every place imaginable on her body. Gently caressing her softness and touching her just the right way in just the right places. He backed away and again she could feel the sun radiating itself upon her with his voice in the background telling her what he intended to do…how he was going to take her and how he was going to devour her.
He left the room and without the sense of sight her others had taken on a more acute tone, even after just a short time. She could hear him walking back toward her from elsewhere in the house and almost immediately recognized the scent of one of the candles that had been burning next to the bath. She felt him come up behind her as he passed the candle under her nose to give her what was now almost an overwhelming whiff of fragrance. Without warning she felt the first drip of hot wax fall on her breast and slowly roll toward her nipple…then the second on her other breast…then the fourth and fifth as he gently teased her with the sensation of hot wax on her nipples and upper belly. Her wetness intensified as he placed both of this thumbs and forefingers around her nipples and twisted the still soft wax, rubbing her until she could feel a direct connection from his fingers to her aching between her legs…the smell of the candle burning below.
Grace was suspended in the sunlight, floating on the clouds of her imagination, dripping onto the floor beneath her, and quivering with lust as her lover approached her and placed the head of his engorged cock directly on the entrance to her waiting pussy. She was open to him and gently trying to suck him in as she told him that she wanted to fuck him until she exploded. She was ready, she was wanton, and she told this to him as he gently pushed her back on her cradled swing and then let her go. Her weight gently swung her back toward him as her lips made contact with his swollen head and with no way to stop she slid completely onto him stopping as her thighs met his, gasping a bit as his completeness entered and slowly continued to penetrate her as far as she could take him.
He didn’t move and she had no way to. She could writhe a bit if it would have helped, but the feeling of his stiffness sitting inside of her was all she could take for the moment. She could feel him pulsing inside of her and he could feel her massaging him with her muscles as if she was trying to milk him with her involuntary spasms. He moved forward about a foot pushing her backward so they could feel the weight of her body more forcefully leaning against him…and he pushed her away about the length of his cock…not enough for him to come out…and then let her go again. She slid back along his shaft and stopped up against his hips. He did this for a while as he would gently push her away, let her slide back down his shaft, sit for a moment and start again…over and over watching her in her white silken ropes, draped from the ceiling, and basking in the sun. She was having small orgasms every time he would start the process again. Not enough to fulfill her need and take over her entire body, but enough that each time he would push her back she would moan with anticipation and then sigh as she slid back forward onto him.
The feelings in his cock were much the same as the ones that Grace was experiencing and every time she would slide back onto his cock she would milk just a little bit more fluid from within creating a mixture with hers that was unmistakable in both texture and smell. These were the feelings and smells of unbridled passion and fornication…the scents of pleasure and reward…the feelings of raw energy as he picked up the pace and pushed her further backward, releasing himself from the grips of her cunt; letting her go and then reuniting, thrusting more forcefully into her as she banged into his hips. There was no hesitation between movements now as he would push her off as quickly as she would come pounding back toward him. Complete penetration, followed by the unfilling, then the void, and then the anticipation of complete penetration again as she moved the foot or so from her upward apex back down onto his cock…him thrusting into her as she landed totaling taking him into her to the back of her depths and filling her completely…over and over again until the synchronization of their bodies and moans and grunts and smells were taking them over. The sweet odor of sweat beginning to pour off of them; him beginning to breath heavier and her losing her breath with each deep penetration; their bodies swinging in constant motion as the juices from their loins dripped steadily onto the floor…fucking.
Right at this point there was nothing else…no other awareness, just the rawness of these two lovers fucking above the ocean below, her suspended in the air without effort and him pumping his cock into her wetness ready to explode…wanting to explode with her…taking her hips into his hands and holding her close to him…not letting her go as he pumped inside of her…deep, deeper…pushing his chest down onto hers…as her nipples touched him…the wax breaking off…clutching his cock and holding it inside…thrusting until both Grace and he were shouting…his motions and her body joining as they both gushed in harmony…his warmth and wetness shooting inside of her and hers coating his cock with a stickiness as she closed herself around him and came…dripping herself onto him in convulsions…as he shuttered inside of her…leaving the essence of himself to wander into her depths and linger there.
As they caught their breathe he gently kissed her nipples and then her mouth with a long lingering passionate embrace…slowly and gently pulling out of her and then back in several times…joined at the loins.
Some time later he stepped away from her and gazed upon her again. To see the pure elegance of the person he had just made love to. The person he had joined with and was brought to orgasm with. He slowly unbridled her from her tethers until both their bodies fell to the ground onto the softness of the pillows below…she beside him, chest to chest…left to gaze into each others eyes…basking in the sunlight…and to speak of those most intimate things that no other would ever imagine to hear except the most trustworthy of lovers.
Lying on the pillows suspended in light…
