Seemingly satisfied at what he finds, he pulls me forwards so that I am sitting on the very edge of the stool. xxx sex Leisurely, he walks to the bedside table again, and produces more ribbons. My coat is also on the floor, he has pulled the bottom of my blouse out from my skirt waistband and he is wrestling with the catch of my bra. My groin is on fire, wanting his touch, and I beg him to hurry, but I do not utter the safe word. What will she say – will she cry again, shout, scream, storm out of the apartment? A couple stumble in from outside, close together, the girl giggling and pulling her partner along the corridor as he fumbles with a set of keys. I feel exposed but curious, and he leans and stretches to kiss my wrist, working slowly down my arm and skirting around my breast, the touch of his lips light, his breath warm on my skin. I am no longer resting on the stool, but it is there for support should we need it. He stops to rummage in a drawer by the bed “Feel like doing something different babe?” he asks, holding out some silky red ribbons, and I raise my eyebrows. I am not sure how long I stay like this, but am brought out of my reverie by the ‘ding’ sound of
