she tells me to sit down on the floor and i kneel, coffee in hand. it takes a few moments and when she comes back to the room she tells me to take off all of my clothing and hands me a schoolgirl skirt, black with flaps on the front, and peach knee socks. she has me kneel again with my back to her and begins to braid my hair into pigtails. i like the feeling of the comb through my hair and her hands on my neck. when she finishes she tells me to go on all fours and masturbate. i do so, listening to the movement behind me i hear them kissing and when she comes back she is naked and starts to scrape her nails up my thighs and onto my ass.
her hand is very delicate but the hits are hard and make my cheeks blush. she has long thin fingers and uses them to push my lips together and pull them apart and i’m creamy and then a hitachi wand clamped to my clit and bondage with teal rope and i am placed over him our bodies are an x on the bed both on all fours me thrown on top of him diagonally and i am bound and gagged. she puts nipple clamps on each side and i scream out because it hurts so good. Fiona Apple is talking about hot butter and i am turning into honey under her hand his teeth the g spot keeps getting hit and i am squirting gushing over and over i am now on my back being forced to cum watching her cum and i hold on to the tube that connects the air conditioning floor unit and the window and feel it’s heat running my fingers up and down the warm ribbed plastic and it becomes my friend my go to, i feel the heat and it distracts me from the pain not much just a little. i enjoy the sensation and it gives my hand a security even though i feel so safe and i squirt again. they both take a nipple and torture them more and my eyes are now rolling and i am beyond caring about much i am in a complete headlock of subspace my only thoughts are whether it will be pain or pleasure next or both. i am incredibly calm by the end and we lay side by side arms wrapped around each other as he explodes all over our tits. i look at her and smile. we still haven’t kissed, since five years ago in front of someone that doesn’t matter anymore.
the next day, i am in another dimension and Mel is choking on sunlight which makes the lemonade sparkle and its transparent in a murky lake way and i can’t see the trees through it. later we walk up from the water giddy and he says lets lay on the grass i say okay and we collapse down arms and legs splayed and i think about Europe i can’t wait to be in fucking Europe and stare up to tree tops for the fourth time in five days and have a world is my oyster moment. i’m not feeling so old or lonely anymore and start to get excited for the future for life for lust for many many things.