Disclaimer: I always write my stories as if I am talking directly to you. More specifically, I write them as if I were holding you and whispering the story in your ear. Grammar and format be damned! This is how I like to write.

After about two months of sending e-mails back and forth, we have agreed to meet. That afternoon you receive a package at work. There is a blood red rose attached to the package by lace. You pull at one of the ends, and lift the cover. After you pull up the top, you see a card placed on top of the contents. You carelessly put the top of the box back on, and as your heart starts to flutter, you go and shut the door to your office. You go back to the box that I sent you, and open it again, this time taking the time to read the card. "I wanted you to have something special to wear tonight. I can't wait to finally see you. Be ready by 6:00 Love, Explode."

You put the card aside and pull out the black velvet dress with small roses embroidered in it. You hold it up against your body, and twirl around your office, the light fabric brushing against your cheek. You wonder quietly to yourself what my touch is going to feel like. Will I be soft and tender, will I be strong and rough? Will I gently kiss your neck just above your collarbone; right where it tickles just slightly, Will I wrap my arms around you and squeeze you so you can feel the strength in my arms and chest? Will I offer sweet nothings in your ear or command you around like a slave? As you stand there with your new dress daydreaming about our night together, you start to feel a tingle in your belly, and realize that you are starting to get wet in anticipation.

You put the dress down on your desk, and go back to the box. You also see a pair of red high heeled shoes to match the dress, a similar blood-red g-string, and a red lacy bra that hooks in the front. And lastly, a solid gold choker that is made of an intricate weave of small gold strands. You put the choker on and feel the cold touch against the nape of your neck.

At five o'clock, you can't concentrate on your work anymore. All you can think about is the package beneath your desk. Five thirty finally comes, and there are only a couple of stragglers left in the office. You go to the bathroom, and fix your hair, and put on some make-up along with a perfume that you save just for special dates. You hurry back to your office, and strip down hastily. You pull on the g-string, and put the bra on. You realize that I must have guessed at your breast size from the pictures that we exchanged two weeks ago. It's a perfect fit. Then you pull on the dress. Only then do you realize how short it is. It barely covers your ass. If you bent over, you would give everyone a beautiful view of your ass. The top is spaghetti string, and has a plunging neck line to show off your cleavage, which is enhanced by the bra. Lastly you clasp the choker at the back of your neck. You can feel the adrenaline running through your entire system. You look at the clock, and see 6:00 on the nose. You just about run to the front door, where I told you I would pick you up.

In front you see a long black limo waiting just for you. When I see you, I give you a soft kiss on the cheek and hand you a rose, and help you into the limo. When you are sitting down, you feel the leather seats soft on your ass because your dress doesn't completely cover you when you sit down. I hand you a glass of champagne, and a chocolate covered strawberry. You ask where we are going for supper. I say "If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise."

As we drive, we make small talk. Gently holding hands, a little light flirting, I tell you how absolutely stunning you look in the dress and chocker. Then I put my arm around you and pull you close to me. We continue to sip champagne until we get to the restaurant. Once there, we are immediately escorted up to the top floor, and seated with a grand view of the ocean just before sunset.

We eat supper in relative silence just enjoying the fabulous food and drink and view. As desert comes, I ask you to come and sit next to me as opposed to across from me. When you sit down, my arm doesn't go around you, as you expected, but instead my hand drops down to your leg. You feel my calloused hand touch your thigh. It has been so long since you have felt the touch of a man, and your body reacts instantly. You feel your nipples stiffen, and an adrenaline surge. Slowly my fingers start to move up and down the inside of your thigh, a soft sensuous touch that almost tickles. With desert we have switched to Baillie’s Irish Cream to drink, and we are both now a little tipsy. As my hand continues to move slowly up and down your inner thigh, I take a small piece of the cheesecake in a fork with my other hand, and place it upon your tongue.

You can start to feel your breath becoming shallow, and you are sure that you are dripping wet. You start to wonder why I have taken so long to touch you. I still haven't REALLY touched you, or at least nothing overt. Then you feel the front of your dress ride up a little further, hidden by the table cloth, not that there is anyone in the vicinity that would be able to notice. I put the fork down, and take your chin in my hand, and turn your head, look deeply in your eyes, and kiss you deeply. As you kiss me back, my other hand travels further up your leg, and you just feel it brush your pussy. Then just as quickly as it was there, it was gone. You almost moan. Then when I finish kissing you I ask, "Are you ready to go?" You only nod, uncertain of your voice. We briskly walk out the front door and back to the limo. Inside the limo, we have a couple more drinks before you realize that you have no idea where we are. I tell you that we are going to another surprise. With that, I gently lift you out of your seat, and place you in my lap. I start to nibble on your neck, kissing up to your chin. You feel my hand touch your stomach. You feel my strong fingers kneading their way upward. Finally they brush just the underside of your breast. Then back down again. Again they make their way up. I trace the outline of your breasts making a figure 8. You feel your nipples so stiff. You know that they have to be visible to anyone that looks at you. You want me so badly to just take hold of them, to squeeze you to me! Instead I continue to tease you. I make smaller and smaller circles around your breasts, working my way to your nipples as my mouth continues kissing and sucking on your neck.

Just as I get to your nipples, and give them a gentle flick, you feel the car stop. We get out and you see the ocean laid out in front of you with a gorgeous beach. We walk down to the surf, and the limo drives off. I pull you in front of me, facing away from me. Both of my hands go instantly to your breasts. I squeeze you so tight, and you feel your nipples against my hands.

I start to work your dress up exposing you to the beach. You flush, and start to protest. I inform you that this is my private beach, and there is no one to see. With that, I slip your dress up over your head. As I hug you back against me, you feel how hard I am, and can feel me poking up above the waist band of my pants.

One hook at a time I unfasten the front of your bra. As I remove it completely, and drop it to the sand, you feel a shiver go down your spine, and you reflexively snuggle back against me. You can feel me so big against your ass. You slowly move your hips against mine, and I encircle your nipples with my forefinger and thumb slowly rolling your nipples between them very softly. You whisper, "Harder." I say "What?" And you respond, "Pinch my nipples harder." I tighten my grip on your nipples, and you audibly moan. I whisper for you to undress me. You turn around, and unbutton my shirt, and toss it to the sand. Then you remove my pants kissing me as you drop down for me to step out of them. Lastly, as you remove my underwear, you kiss the head of my cock. You feel it rock hard, and leaking with anticipation. You know that I want you so bad. As you stand up, I pick you up in my arms and move out into the ocean with you. As I lower you down, too far for you to touch with your tiptoes, I float you, and remove your g-string. As I do so, I kiss your wet pussy lips just on the outside. I throw your g-string back onto shore. I bring you back, and you wrap your legs around my waist. You are so wet, that you have no problems sliding me inside you. You hear, "MMmmmmmm" in your ear.

I push you back to look at your tits floating in the water. I tell you to lift them for me to kiss. You tighten your legs around me, and lift your breasts out of the water. Instead of kissing them, you feel your nipple engulfed in a hard suck. Gently I run my teeth over your nipples and I pull them back from your body, first one, and then the other. I reach under you, and put my hands on your ass, and just as I start to nibble on your nipples, I start to move you up and down my cock. I let go with my teeth just long enough to tell you to message your tits as I bite your nipples. As I guide you up and down my cock, my hands so hard on your ass, spreading your cheeks just a little, my teeth biting your nipples now, just about to the point of pain, but not quite, and you start to massage your tits. The sensations are almost overwhelming. You hear the surf in the background, as the water starts to splash between us as I move you faster. Now my bites start to turn into pulls as well, as you go down my cock. When you yelp a little bit when you go all the way down, I let go of your nipples. I lean you back in the water some, and tell you to let go with one hand and start to massage your clitoris as I fuck you. You look at me with somewhat stunned eyes. "I want you to cum," I say. Then you feel me all the way inside you again, and I hit that special spot up inside you. "Touch yourself", I say again somewhat more forcefully.

You reach down slowly, and feel the hard clitoris just about against my cock, as I guide you up and down me. You start to move your finger slowly at first, your inhibitions keeping you from going full bore. You desperately just want me to fuck you now, to just go at you so hard. Instead I still go frustratingly slow. "Faster I say." And you say, "Yes FASTER!" I say, "No. Massage yourself faster. I want to feel you come while I'm inside you." I start sucking on your neck just above your collarbone, obviously intent on leaving a hickey. I start moving a little bit faster, but in much smaller movements. Very deep inside you, the tip of my cock strikes your pubic bone inside you with every thrust, and you can hear me moaning now. You in turn start to rub your clit faster. As a result, you start to move your hips faster. "Moan for me. I like it when you moan!" You let out a long soft moan for me. "No louder." I start to thrust harder, and you moan loader just for me. As you are making circles around your clit, you start to feel it, the orgasm coming. You throw back your head knowing the sensations that are coming next. You tighten your legs around me trying to drive me in further, you do and it hurts a little as I strike the back of your pussy. Your hand is going hard and fast now, as I say, "Yes..Cum for me!" Up and down my cock faster thrust after hard thrust, your tits bouncing in the water, you cum! You wrap your arms around me and squeeze me shivering in the water slightly.

Still inside you, I carry you back to shore. I put you down, and place you on all fours. I get behind you, and you feel my cock touch the inside of your legs. Then my hand reaches in and opens your pussy lips. You feel me slide inside you doggy style. My hands grab your hips hard, and I force my way as deep inside you as I can. I instantly start thrusting so hard my hips slap against your ass, pounding inside of you now. "I want to hear you scream now!" "No, people will hear!" I spank your ass hard with my right hand. "I want to hear you scream!" The harder I thrust, the harder it is to keep the scream in. I am so good at hitting that special spot up inside you, and you can feel yourself starting to come again! I slap your left ass cheek harder than I did with my right hand, "Don't hold the scream in! Let it out!" And as I strike the back of your pussy again, you let the scream escape your lips. You feel me reach around your hips, and put my finger on your clit without moving it. You feel how wet you are. I'm going so fast, and moaning so loud. "Yes, I'm cumming!" And as I thrust for the last time, we orgasm together and I fill you with my cum. I whisper, "I can feel your clit pulsing..."

Finally, I slip out of you, and pull you against me in the sand. We lay there for 15 minutes, half an hour, hours, you're just not sure. Finally I say, "When can I see you again?"


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Sincerely,

Chaine du Fouet