Bravado: Part 1

Bravado: Part 1

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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An exploratory fantasy for a strained relationship.

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An exploratory fantasy for a strained relationship.

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Submitted: June 21, 2017

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Bravado: Part 1

17th June 2015.
8:19 am. Email from Pixie.
‘Jack, I too am excited I have had a really tough weekend. I am looking forward to some serious erotic fun. See you shortly.’ Pix xxx

I picked up a rather glum Pixie and re-joined the traffic, it was busy. 
‘Brendan left me,’ she said, her voice as flat and hurt as her facial expression. Those three words changed everything, my agenda, my mood, instantly I felt so sorry for her. As I drove my old automatic Mercedes my free hand briefly held her knee in a gesture to show that I cared.
We drove the few miles to the Holiday Inn hotel, checked in and moved into a bland double room on the ground floor. We had a few hours to kill, but first I went back and forth to the car to bring in the various bags before I could put the kettle on, make a cup of tea and relax. We talked briefly about a writing project, our pretext for the day, but her lovely smile was absent, her spirits were low and her mind elsewhere. As she wasn’t in the mood or talkative it was obvious that any detailed project discussion wasn’t going to happen. 
We drank the tea during a stilted conversation, so I decided we needed a more potent liquid. I unzipped one of the bags, retrieved and opened the bottle of Pinot Grigio - anything but Merlot for Pixie. I had intended we drink it later but she needed uplifting and I still hadn’t relaxed. We sipped the wine as we reacquainted ourselves. I embraced her, enveloping her slender small body, inhaling from the clean and perfumed frazzle of thick red hair. She wasn’t unresponsive, but subdued, unhappy.
She was pretty, in a quirky slightly asymmetrical way, which sometimes reminded me of Cameron Diaz in her girl next door look. Even downcast Pixie’s face transmitted character and purpose and I kissed her soft lips with all the affection and tenderness I felt for her. I motioned her to the bed, and we lay down together.
There were topics I had to avoid and so many questions that I burned to ask but couldn’t if I wasn’t to spoil the evening. So, during further mild and somewhat inane conversation we kissed and cuddled gently. Nothing passionate or forced, just familiar and friendly as we intertwined. Pixie’s mood was still demur and pensive. No questioning I told myself. 
It didn’t matter because my whole body rejoiced in how comfortable she felt in my arms again. I was a head taller than her and twice her weight, but she dovetailed and nestled against me wonderfully. 
There was plenty of light in the room and the car park was just beyond our window but in the late afternoon the lace curtains allowed our privacy.
She wore a casual check shirt, a jerkin style sleeveless jacket and jeans. I undressed her slowly, exposing her toned soft skin, caressing and kissing all the time, and as usual she was very responsive. Eventually her pert pink breasts peeked up at me, and then her panties came down and when I briefly touched the lovely smoothness between her legs I discovered she was already syrupy wet. No matter what was going through her mind, her body responded instinctively.
Her legs parted as I cupped her mons venus. I loved her small, perfectly formed elfish body and kissed her breasts and down her smooth pale tummy to the freshly shaved ‘Trinny’.
As I moved down alongside her I wriggled out of my own clothes, and soon her hands brushed my body and she lightly touched the rising tumescence of ‘Old Glory’.
For several minutes I softly tongued and kissed around and then between her legs. I loved her shape and had missed the taste. The desire was so strong to take her immediately and forget everything else.
I said something like, ‘We have to hold back’ as I moved up over her to kiss her mouth, whilst OG hovered expectantly at Trinny’s welcoming entrance.
‘We can do it now,’ she whispered.
‘I have to save myself,’ I pleaded as I slipped OG’s helmet easily inside her. She gasped and I moaned. I had not had an orgasm for over two weeks, the velvety neglected unrubbed skin of my cock was hyper-sensitive, and at the same time the iron hard interior strained.
She was hot and moist as I pushed a little deeper, and then withdrew slightly, and waited – the sensation was almost too much as I went in again, an extra inch deeper so I was half way inside. I was partly propped up on my elbows, and was too nervous to lower my pelvic bone into contact. 
She was so hot and wet and open.
I pulled out slowly; if I had done it too quickly I would have exploded in an instant. Once completely withdrawn; the fresh air cooled the head of OG, he twitched at Trinny, and she seemed to wink back. I looked down, his circumcised head glistened with her juice.
Pixie literally had the hottest body I had ever known, she always seemed to be a couple of degrees warmer than me, and the temperature was rising.
After a few more seconds the urges within OG subsided a little, and I re-entered her, slowly and fully. This time I lowered my body onto hers, we kissed and held as I did the gentlest tiny rhythmic thrusts.
It wouldn’t work, I had to pull out and climb off.
She seemed sanguine at the loss of sexual contact, and I understood her ‘really tough weekend’ had left her tired. We rested a while, just holding, occasionally she touched OG, it kept him alert.
We chatted about stuff, and surprisingly over an hour had drifted by.
‘I need to get you ready,’ I said.
I emptied all manner of paraphernalia from my Mary Poppins bag, set aside three or four items that were confirmed as needed, and arrayed a few lengths of different ropes and belts.
I fastened a dog collar around each of her wrists and then tied a rope around her waist. I wrapped it around a couple of times and tried to create a stable loop on each side, but it was not satisfactory. I tested a couple of the belts instead and these were either too bulky or would not connect with the trigger hooks properly.
After a while I selected a thin old belt that was coming apart along its length, it fitted her waist well and allowed me to thread a small D ring around one of the strands. A trigger hook then attached the belt to the wrist on each side of her waist.
‘How does that feel?’
‘It’s fine’ she said.
‘But your arms still have too much freedom.’ I looked through my collection of straps and found a soft strip of cloth, once the belt of a dressing gown made of thin black cotton. I tied it around her arm just above her elbow and across her back to the other elbow. It held her upper arms about a foot apart and together with her secured wrists her arms were now immobilised to her sides.
‘Can you move?’ 
She lifted and waved her hands, the trigger hooks allowed her a couple of inches of vertical movement and the side openings of the waist belt gave her similar horizontal freedom. It was satisfactory for our purposes and not uncomfortable for her. 
‘Can you lie down on the floor?’
With some help from me for balance she was able to lie down on the blue carpet. As I stood over her the urges came back, I motioned her legs apart with my feet and knelt down between them before gleefully I entered her in one long smooth thrust.
In and out for a few strokes, and then I pulled out, sidled up and over her and dipped my wet cock into her mouth. I cherished the feeling as thick Old Glory poked in and out of her adorable Pixie mouth that was a tight as Trinny, my big recently shaved balls nudging her chin.
By now another hour had gone by.
We had to get ready, so I helped her up and with my erection jutting out I untied her.
We freshened up and dressed, I packed the selected items and we left the room, walked through the hotel lobby and out to the car park.
It was only a 10 minute drive to our destination, neither of us spoke much, just to confirm the directions to the modern housing development. We parked by a long three story apartment building, right next to the relevant front door. 
‘Are you ready?’ I asked as we got out from the car, she nodded.


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