I have known Mary online for some time now, though we only rarely met in real life. I have always regarded her as a very professional, hard-working person, devoted to caring for other people in her life and community. Through her church, she also involves herself in good works, and seems a supreme example of a “respectable” middle-aged woman, to all who know her. However, she has no regular partner to share her life, and that may be partly why she commits herself so whole-heartedly to help others less fortunate than herself.
She describes herself as a 'BBW' and clearly has anxieties about her size, which may inhibit her from forming new relationships. She is certainly 'Beautiful' and a real 'Woman', but perhaps not as 'Big' as she seems to think.
On a very rare occasion when we met in real life, she allowed herself to drink- perhaps a little too much- and confided to me that she was actually very frustrated, and wanted our friendship to become a little more than just that. She is a very attractive and intelligent woman, so I had no hesitation in agreeing to meet her from time to time for more intimate occasions when we could both find some private freedom from the day-to-day demands of life.
However, even that would be more difficult than it sounds. We both held senior positions in time-consuming and demanding occupations and meeting in real life would involve considerable travel. Our meetings were likely to be very rare, but perhaps that could make them more intense than usual?
We began with more honest online discussions of our intimate needs and desires, so becoming more familiar with each other's hopes and fantasies. We had never had sex IRL, but we did begin to share more intimate personal photos online and explore each other in that way. This only intensified our desire to consummate our relationship IRL.
Eventually, we decided that we had to make a very special effort to meet IRL because it was Mary's birthday soon. She had no planned celebration with local friends or relatives, so when I suggested she visit me, the answer was a foregone conclusion. As it was her birthday, I made all the travel arrangements for her to visit in luxury, with a First Class flight and taxi to a 5-Star Hotel, where we would stay for the night. That is as much time as we both could spare, so we intended to make the most of it.
Mary arrives in the early evening, looking spectacularly glamorous. Her clothes, hair, and make-up are all impeccable; as usual, she has beautifully decorated and manicured nails. I'm sure that inside her shiny stilettos, her toes are equally colourful.
We meet in the lobby and after wishing her “Happy Birthday”, I suggest that we have something to eat and drink before we go to our room. I suspect that if we went there first, we might not emerge for food until breakfast time.
So we eat and drink and talk in the restaurant. Starting with day-to-day trivia, the conversation gradually develops into a more personal focus, as we discuss our frustrations with life, the universe, and everything. As the meal comes to its natural end, with coffee and liqueurs, I tell her that I have a special birthday gift for her, in our room. It is something that, learning from previous conversations, I think will excite her.
We arrive at our room, and Mary is already very excited with the anticipation of a special birthday treat. I tell her that we need to undress first, and she does not hesitate for a moment, but I try to slow her down and to take time revealing ourselves to each other. So we slowly peel the layers of clothing from each other's bodies, allowing our hands to linger on the newly-exposed parts. She tries to grasp my erect cock as soon as it emerges from my briefs, but I tell her to wait. We have the entire night to explore, tease and finally satisfy each other.
We sit naked on the bed alongside each other, and she asks about the mysterious 'present' I have for her. “Or did you just mean your cock?” she laughs.
“That goes without saying,” I reply, “but I think you'll like this too. You don't have to do anything, except lie back and enjoy.”
From our conversations, I have concluded that Mary would like to be dominated. She is used to being 'in charge' at work, but in private, I think she wants quite the opposite. So I have brought a bondage set to the room. Using it will be a novelty for us both, so it does not involve anything extreme, merely restraints and blindfolds.
It seems that my judgement was correct. Mary is very excited by the prospect, and I assure her that there will be no pain or humiliation involved; neither of those aspects appeal to me either, but I can understand the heightened excitement which might come from being restrained while a trusted partner explores your body.
So we stand naked in front of each other, by the bed, and Mary presses her body firmly against mine, feeling my hard cock against her belly, as her hands pull my ass against her. She giggles nervously as I ask her to lie full length on the bed and spread her arms above her head. I walk around the bed, conscious that she is watching my erect cock at every moment, as I move from one arm to the other. Using the velcro bands, I take each wrist in turn and tie them firmly to the upper corners of the bed. I ask her to check that they are not too tight, but that they effectively stop her from moving her arms.
She seems to be getting more nervous now, as I ask her to spread her legs so that I can tie them down to the bed. However, she complies, and watches my cock again, as I move to tie one ankle, then the other, to the lower corners of the bed. I can see that her pussy is already getting very wet, and trying to open itself to closer attention.
Mary asks, “What are you going to do to me, Simon? This is so exciting, like I've never experienced before! You could do anything you wanted now, couldn't you...”
“I certainly could, and I certainly will, Mary,” I say, “but are you happy to let me pleasure you now, without knowing what will happen next?”
“O my God, Simon, of course,” she says, “I don't think I can wait any longer, please have your way with me. I think this will be my best birthday present ever!”
“There's just one more thing,” I say. “I want all this to last as long as possible, and I don't want you to know what will happen next, so I am going to blindfold you. You won't be able to see me anymore, but I think it will focus your attention on my touch.”
Mary says, “ OK, but I'd like a last look at your cock before you blindfold me!” She stares closely at me as I stand alongside her head, and cover her eyes with a soft dark blindfold. Everything is now prepared for a long night of sensual pleasure for both of us.
I step back from the bed, and remain very silent, but study her body carefully. Her breasts are very large, and her large pink areolae encircle erect nipples, clearly excited by the preparations so far. Equally, as I had already noticed, her clean-shaven pussy is already wet and opening itself, but her clit is still, for the moment, hidden behind its hood. I will soon be exposing that to more attention.
She moves her head from side to side and asks where I am, but I do not answer immediately. She is very vulnerable now, and I think the uncertainties are exciting her more by the moment; her nipples are getting harder and her pussy visibly wetter. Her hands are clenching and stretching, as though she wants to grasp me, and her feet are twitching with anxiety about what might happen next.
Finally, I break the silence, but only to say, “I am going to touch and play with you now, Mary.”
She flinches, and rolls her body a little, probably just with the surprise, when I gently touch her breasts and play with them, feeling their weight in my hands, and teasing the nipples into full erection. I lean forward to lick them and lubricate them with my saliva, so that my fingers move more smoothly around them. She is already groaning with pleasure.