When I first met her it was in a French caf in New York Citys upper east side. We had a very proper tea and then played on her leather divan for hours. When I left, I wasnt sure what would happen next, until I received her call.

It was Tuesday, during the middle of the day.

She was writing and wanted a break. A low-cal lunch to stimulate the mind? I agreed and left my office early. When I arrived, she stood at the door for a moment before ushering me in. When I stepped into the living room she merely said, I want you to take all your clothes off and stand with your hands on your hips. I looked at her for a moment before remembering what we had done before. She had been dressed more formally the last time.

In a white blouse I think and a black leather skirt. She had enjoyed my taking a more dominant role and directing her on how to please me.

It was evident her proper outward manner was a mask for a very kinky side nature.

And then I looked at her. A thinned down woman, dressed in a Martha Stewart style. Her chestnut hair tucked behind her ears. Her firm body standing proud beneath her slacks and black T-shirt. I began to remove my suit as she continued to speak. I just want to make sure Ive got this right.

I could see her nipples standing out beneath the thin black fabric. Just make sure you dont touch yourself.

She said as I began to remove my pants. In no time I was standing before her.

My hands were on my hips, as she had asked and I stared straight at her. Mmmmmmm, thats good. Just keep looking forward and pretend Im not here. I smiled as she walked forward and knelt before me. Her hands went to my erect length and began to slowly massage it. Rubbing it up and down, all the while making her comments.

This feels good doesnt it? Mmmmmmmm, what a proper length you have. Do you like it when I squeeze it hard? Like this? To each I responded with only one word, trying to maintain my composure. Trying to keep my hands on my hips.

Afraid it would stop if I didnt.

Youre a bad boy arent you? When I responded with a nod and a Uh huh.

She playfully bit down on my length, running her teeth along its length. I could tell by the way her voice dropped that she was getting turned on by this.

And as she did her hands began to explore more.

One started to massage my balls as her mouth began to work its magic on my.

Occasionally shed stop and talk for a moment. All the while letting her hands find a new crevice or fold to play in.

You want to play me, dont you? I nodded. Well you cant. Not until I want you to. And I dont yet.

Her tongue moved down to explore my testicles. Taking one, then the next into her mouth.

Caressing each with her mouth as her hand made its work on my shaft.

Her other hand grasped my buttocks so hard I knew her nails would leave a mark.

How far do you think Ill go? A nice proper woman like me? I was too far gone to smile. I only looked down as her tongue moved below my scrotum to play in that thin flesh beneath them.

She nibbled and sucked as her hand continued to alternately stroke and grab at my length. At times it seemed unbearable as she grabbed me as tightly as she could. Hurting yet pleasing me at the same time.

I could feel her finger just barely probe my warmth as she continued her minstrations. You like that dont you? She purred.

You enjoy a womans finger playing with your soft place, dont you? I think I eeked out a yes as she began to work her finger around more. You know I just want you for your sex, dont you? To probe you on my own time. To explore your body. To treat you like my little piece of meat. You enjoy that dont you. Knowing that a well bred woman like me just wants to be a slut sometimes.

I nodded and watched her head return to my balls, and the that area beneath them, and then to my warmth.

She was only there for a moment, but it was enough to know she was. And when she left, she slapped my cheeks with a resounding spank. She moved back around me, reaching for my length from behind me, caressing and pinching my nipples with her free hand. What do you want? She whispered in my ear. Before I could answer I felt her hand traveling down my body to caress my cheeks and move its way to my warmth again. I could feel her bracing the back of her hand against her crotch and pushing her finger into my soft place using her own thrusts. Her other hand remained on my length, stroking it as she continued playing me. Mmmmmm, you like that dont you? What if it were a real length? Hmmmmm? What if it were a mans length? Her other hand was still lubricated with her own saliva as she slid it over me, still gripping me tightly, not allowing me to cum. And when I finally did cum it was in long streams that covered her hand and dripped onto her forearm. She moved her hand to her mouth and teased it with a tongue. Come on. Was all she said as she raised it up to my mouth. Low-cal And I felt, more than moved my tongue to her hand and tasted my own cum.

We sat for a bit afterwards.

She watching me stroke myself, as I told her about me, about my life, and as she told me about hers. I hope Im not wrong about you. She said.

In what way? I hope you enjoy playing like this. Exploring, experimenting, trying new things. I smiled and nodded. Then I think we may see a lot of things this year. Are you game? We both knew I was. Good, then perhaps well see each other this weekend.