Weekend Retreat
(Published on Sunday, August 12, 2003)
This story was submitted anonymously by Michael.

To read Michael's 1st story, click The Bank Lady.

I'm meeting you for the first time. I've taken the liberty of renting a cabin and bring some toys. I look nervously at the clock as I make a last minute check around the cabin to make sure everythings ready. I go out on the balcony that overlooks the lake. The nice thing about these mountain cabins is that they're spaced far enough apart that you don't have to hear your neighbors.

As I stand on the deck looking out over the lake, I hear your car pull in to the parking lot and come to a stop right in front of the cabin. As I come back into the room I hear you knock. When I open the
door, you're standing dressed the way I pictured you, wearing a flowered sundress and baby blue slides. I invite you in. I ask how the trip up was, and you tell me it was nice. As we exchange small talk, I can't take my eyes off you. At this moment you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.

We walk out onto the balcony, and I think to myself, "What more could I ask?" Still not being able to take my eyes off of you, I excuse myself long enough to get the bottle of wine I had chilling in the
refrigerator. I return with a couple of glasses, and the bottle. We toast ourselves, you and I. It seems like such a long time ago that you and I first dicussed the ideas of bondage, tickling, and sex. I have to admit the idea of your body being tickled turns me on, but not more than the idea of making passionate love to afterwards does. I also had to admit that after finally meeting face to face, I could no longer call it "sex." It would indeed be making love.

As we looked out over the lake, I put my arms around you. You turned to face me, and we looked into each other's eyes, and we kissed. My tongue tasting yours, yours tasting mine. I continued to kiss your neck, and your shoulders with butterfly kisses. The air outside was becoming chilly as night was coming on. You told me you wanted to clean from your drive before we started. I asked if you were hungry and you replied, "Not for food," as you closed the bathroom door. I poured another glass of white wine, and went about setting things up. I tied the silk scarves to the bed posts. I didn't want to use anything that would leave a mark.

About the time I was finishing my glass of wine, you were ready. You stepped into the bedroom wearing your panties. I never imagined in my wildest dreams that a half naked woman could be so beautiful. I laid you back on the bed and began to tie your wrists to the head posts. I then went to the foot of the bed and tied your ankles to the foot posts. Once you were completely tied, I started at your
underarms, lightly drawing circles in those ticklish hollows. I began to let my fingers tickle like spider legs in your arm pits. You laid there for a matter of seconds before you started to giggle. I began to tickle in earnest, and you began to laugh. I tickled your underarms for several minutes before moving on to your ribs. I wandered my finger down from your under arms to your ribs. I started tickling the sides of your breasts, watching your nipples become erect and full. I started at the base of your ribcages, and walked my fingers up your ribs, tickling as I went.

Your body bucked and squirmed, trying to avoid the tickling touch. I tickled below your breasts, and your laughter increased.Your body was overcome by ticklish laughter. I stopped long enough to see if you were alright, and to let you catch your breath. I sat down at your feet. "Such sweet toes" I thought as I began to suck the big toe on your right foot. Takng the entire toe in my mouth, and sucking like a popcicle. I sucked each toe in the same manner. I played in between your sweet toes with my tongue, also licking up and down your soles and arches. When I was done giving your feet oral attention, I began tickling your aches. You began to laugh. I stroked your arches up and down, and even drew figure eights on them with my fingertips. I then started on your soles, tickling fast, then slow, then fast again. You were hysterical, literally screaming with laughter. Your feet having spasms, twisting, squirming, trying to avoid contact with my fingers. I tickled you for a good hour and you laughed the entire time.

I untied you and brought some wine. We kissed deeply, as you unbuttoned my shirt and rubbed your hands on my chest. I poured a little wine onto your nipples and started to lick it off, teasing your
nipples with the tip of my tongue. I again kissed you deeply, as I felt the wetness between your thighs. I removed your panties and inserted my fingers into your pussy. As I curled my fingers inside you, I heard you softly moan. I lowered my mouth to your inner thighs and started to nibble on your clitoris, at the same time teasing with my tongue. I was bringing you to climax, as I slid my longer than normal tongue up inside your pussy. I could feel your vagina muscles tighten around my tongue as it licked and probed it way around inside you. I wanted you as wet as I could make you before I entered you. You reach down and unbuttoned my jeans, sliding them down to my ankles. I kicked my jeans off. Then you and I performed position sixty-nine. As I was going down on you, you were going down on me. I was as hard as I could possibly get.

You straddled me, and slid my throbbing cock into your dripping wet pussy. You began sliding up and down on it. I grabbed you around your waist, as you wrapped your legs around me. I rolled you on your back. You arched your back, and tightened the grip with your legs, as I went deeper and deeper inside. I could feel my cum-swollen balls slapping against your ass. It was only a matter of time before I would blow my load inside you. The tingling had already started. I could feel the friction getting tighter and tighter with each stroke. I kissed you again, my tongue reaching out for yours. Harder and harder I stroked. Then I came, an orgasm the likes of which I had never had before. It was after midnight, and I was as exhausted as you were. We held each other, and kissed each other for what
was left of the night.

Enjoy.  Michael.