Killing Time Before Dinner (M/F)
Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2022 2:13 pm
Hi everyone – this is a another story about Kristy. We’d been together for about a year when this happened. As a reminder, Kristy about 5’4”, thin with pale, slightly freckled skin and semi curly brown hair that came down past her shoulders. She was athletic and had gorgeous brown eyes. I’d describe myself at the time as 6’0” and athletic, in fairly good shape. About 200 lbs. I have blue eyes and typically rock the mostly bald/beard look. Not a thick, heavy beard, just an average one.
We had just come back from a pretty long bike ride together (60 miles or so) and had a few snacks in her Park Slope apartment. It was a standard New York City apartment building: 6 stories with 2 units on each floor. Kristy’s place was on the 2nd floor on the side of the building. Her bedroom was at the end of the apartment and her window was out to the main street with the side windows facing directly into the corresponding unit of the building next door. Only 15 feet or so separated the two building. It was a cool, late spring day (perfect for a long bike ride) so the windows around the apartment were open to get a nice breeze.
The plan was to go out to dinner later in the evening with some of her neighborhoods friends so we were going to shower and relax for a bit. Kristy was going to hop in the shower first. I was still sitting at her kitchen table, half playing on my phone, when she got up to walk into her bedroom. My eyes wandered up and I watched her walk into her bedroom to undress. I didn’t mean to just stare, but, she was extremely sexy in athletic clothes. You can gawk at someone when you’ve been together for a while without it being rude . I watched her unzip her black cycling jersey and take off her neon yellow sports bra to reveal her small breasts. She balanced herself by holding onto the door and reached down to take off her neon yellow ankle socks. Finally, she peeled down her black spandex shorts. She wrapped a towel around her body and walked out of her bedroom and toward the bathroom. She knew I’d watched her; she had wanted me to. She gave me a little smile and let her finger drag over my arm as she walked by.
Now, we had obviously done some more bondage play in the time we’d been together (my first story from the other week –“2nd Date With Kristy" - was about a year prior), but pretty light, casual stuff. A few weeks earlier, Kristy had asked me if I had ever done anything beyond what we had done together. I was reluctant to really talk about the details with her, because honestly who wants to hear about the sexual exploits of your current partner with their past partner(s). I told her “a little bit” but that I wanted to do more with her – really dominate her in the bedroom. Without asking what that meant, she paused (I could see the wheels turning in her head), smiled, and gave me a simple “Okay…” and proceeded to change the subject.
Back to the present – I could hear Kristy in the shower and knew that our time before dinner was not going to be spent relaxing. I thought about what I wanted to do to her and how it would go down. I was getting hard thinking about it and was getting anxious. Thinking about the details and wanting to be a bit dramatic, I jumped out of the kitchen chair when I heard the shower turn off. I knew the layout of her bathroom and knew that I could surprise her when she opened the door. My heart was beating a million miles a minute as I stood directly in front of the door.
Finally, I heard the door knob start to turn. Kristy opened the door and the warm, humid air hit me in the face. She had a tan towel wrapped around her body and another matching towel wrapped around her head. She was looking down as she started to walk out but I put my hand on her chest and started to push her back. She looked up in surprise gave a little “Oh!” She started to say something more in surprise but I clamped my hand over her mouth. I pushed her back the few steps to the wall of the bathroom and held her firmly, muffling anything she tried to say.
I pressed by body up to hers and put my face down to eye level with her, almost nose to nose.
“So, we have some time to kill now,” I said, staring straight into her lovely brown eyes. “Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to take a shower, and you’re going to go into your bedroom. You’re going to take out 4 of your silk scarves and lay them on the bed. You’re going to blindfold yourself with another and you’re going to lay down, naked.”
I could feel her lips start to curl under my hand and she breathed into it.
“And when I come out of the shower, you’re going to be touching yourself, imagining me pleasuring with my tongue between your legs. Do you understand?”
More curling of her lips as she nodded her head in a quick burst. I quickly pulled her off the wall and flipped us around, keeping my hand on her mouth but now holding her around the waist. I held her like that for a moment before leaning in and nibbling the top of her ear. We both loved that and I could feel her weight give out a little bit as her knees bent. She moaned into my hand and tried to turn around. I took my hand away and gave her a gentle push in the back to send her off to her bedroom. She took a few steps and turned just in time to catch my eyes as I closed the bathroom door.
I sprinted through a shower but wanted to give Kristy more time to think about what was to come – and to actually finish what she needed to do after the shower. I took my time drying off and thought about it more myself, hardening even more. I opened the bathroom door and walked out without a towel, forgetting that Kristy lived with a roommate and that the windows were wide open. Luckily no one else was home, but I looked out the window to see the apartment next door was definitely occupied, and the occupant (a younger guy, maybe a recent college graduate) sitting at a table right next to the window. He looked up just as I walked by, and I’d have to imagine he did a double take at seeing the naked guy with a huge erection walking around the apartment across the way. Oh well, as is New York.
I walked to her bedroom door and slowly pushed it open, listening to the quiet creak of the hinges. Kristy was doing exactly as instructed. She was lying on the bed with one knee raised and her foot flat on the bed, giving some space between her legs. Her left arm was flat next to her raised left leg and her right hand was at her crotch. She was slowly caressing her clit and had blindfolded herself with a red silk scarf. Neatly laid out at the foot of the bed were a variety of other silk scarves – some patterns and some solid colors. She didn’t react when I opened the door, although she must have heard it. She continued touching herself as I walked toward the foot of the bed, closest to the door. I reached back and pushed the door shut. Smoothly, it just barely clicked shut.
I reached her right foot first and slowly stroked by finger up the bottom of her foot and down the top of it, and continued up her shin. She wasn’t a ticklish person, unfortunately, but still enjoyed being touched that way. I kneeled onto the floor in front of her foot and one by one, took her toes in my mouth and caressed them with my tongue. I stroked the bottom of her foot with the tip of my tongue before getting up and walking around to the side of the bed. I stepped closer to her upper body and lightly dragged a few fingers up her leg to her hip, up her stomach, over her right breast, finally letting it leave her body at her shoulder.
“Hey,” I said in a low voice.
“Hey,” she replied.
TBC...
We had just come back from a pretty long bike ride together (60 miles or so) and had a few snacks in her Park Slope apartment. It was a standard New York City apartment building: 6 stories with 2 units on each floor. Kristy’s place was on the 2nd floor on the side of the building. Her bedroom was at the end of the apartment and her window was out to the main street with the side windows facing directly into the corresponding unit of the building next door. Only 15 feet or so separated the two building. It was a cool, late spring day (perfect for a long bike ride) so the windows around the apartment were open to get a nice breeze.
The plan was to go out to dinner later in the evening with some of her neighborhoods friends so we were going to shower and relax for a bit. Kristy was going to hop in the shower first. I was still sitting at her kitchen table, half playing on my phone, when she got up to walk into her bedroom. My eyes wandered up and I watched her walk into her bedroom to undress. I didn’t mean to just stare, but, she was extremely sexy in athletic clothes. You can gawk at someone when you’ve been together for a while without it being rude . I watched her unzip her black cycling jersey and take off her neon yellow sports bra to reveal her small breasts. She balanced herself by holding onto the door and reached down to take off her neon yellow ankle socks. Finally, she peeled down her black spandex shorts. She wrapped a towel around her body and walked out of her bedroom and toward the bathroom. She knew I’d watched her; she had wanted me to. She gave me a little smile and let her finger drag over my arm as she walked by.
Now, we had obviously done some more bondage play in the time we’d been together (my first story from the other week –“2nd Date With Kristy" - was about a year prior), but pretty light, casual stuff. A few weeks earlier, Kristy had asked me if I had ever done anything beyond what we had done together. I was reluctant to really talk about the details with her, because honestly who wants to hear about the sexual exploits of your current partner with their past partner(s). I told her “a little bit” but that I wanted to do more with her – really dominate her in the bedroom. Without asking what that meant, she paused (I could see the wheels turning in her head), smiled, and gave me a simple “Okay…” and proceeded to change the subject.
Back to the present – I could hear Kristy in the shower and knew that our time before dinner was not going to be spent relaxing. I thought about what I wanted to do to her and how it would go down. I was getting hard thinking about it and was getting anxious. Thinking about the details and wanting to be a bit dramatic, I jumped out of the kitchen chair when I heard the shower turn off. I knew the layout of her bathroom and knew that I could surprise her when she opened the door. My heart was beating a million miles a minute as I stood directly in front of the door.
Finally, I heard the door knob start to turn. Kristy opened the door and the warm, humid air hit me in the face. She had a tan towel wrapped around her body and another matching towel wrapped around her head. She was looking down as she started to walk out but I put my hand on her chest and started to push her back. She looked up in surprise gave a little “Oh!” She started to say something more in surprise but I clamped my hand over her mouth. I pushed her back the few steps to the wall of the bathroom and held her firmly, muffling anything she tried to say.
I pressed by body up to hers and put my face down to eye level with her, almost nose to nose.
“So, we have some time to kill now,” I said, staring straight into her lovely brown eyes. “Here’s what’s going to happen. I’m going to take a shower, and you’re going to go into your bedroom. You’re going to take out 4 of your silk scarves and lay them on the bed. You’re going to blindfold yourself with another and you’re going to lay down, naked.”
I could feel her lips start to curl under my hand and she breathed into it.
“And when I come out of the shower, you’re going to be touching yourself, imagining me pleasuring with my tongue between your legs. Do you understand?”
More curling of her lips as she nodded her head in a quick burst. I quickly pulled her off the wall and flipped us around, keeping my hand on her mouth but now holding her around the waist. I held her like that for a moment before leaning in and nibbling the top of her ear. We both loved that and I could feel her weight give out a little bit as her knees bent. She moaned into my hand and tried to turn around. I took my hand away and gave her a gentle push in the back to send her off to her bedroom. She took a few steps and turned just in time to catch my eyes as I closed the bathroom door.
I sprinted through a shower but wanted to give Kristy more time to think about what was to come – and to actually finish what she needed to do after the shower. I took my time drying off and thought about it more myself, hardening even more. I opened the bathroom door and walked out without a towel, forgetting that Kristy lived with a roommate and that the windows were wide open. Luckily no one else was home, but I looked out the window to see the apartment next door was definitely occupied, and the occupant (a younger guy, maybe a recent college graduate) sitting at a table right next to the window. He looked up just as I walked by, and I’d have to imagine he did a double take at seeing the naked guy with a huge erection walking around the apartment across the way. Oh well, as is New York.
I walked to her bedroom door and slowly pushed it open, listening to the quiet creak of the hinges. Kristy was doing exactly as instructed. She was lying on the bed with one knee raised and her foot flat on the bed, giving some space between her legs. Her left arm was flat next to her raised left leg and her right hand was at her crotch. She was slowly caressing her clit and had blindfolded herself with a red silk scarf. Neatly laid out at the foot of the bed were a variety of other silk scarves – some patterns and some solid colors. She didn’t react when I opened the door, although she must have heard it. She continued touching herself as I walked toward the foot of the bed, closest to the door. I reached back and pushed the door shut. Smoothly, it just barely clicked shut.
I reached her right foot first and slowly stroked by finger up the bottom of her foot and down the top of it, and continued up her shin. She wasn’t a ticklish person, unfortunately, but still enjoyed being touched that way. I kneeled onto the floor in front of her foot and one by one, took her toes in my mouth and caressed them with my tongue. I stroked the bottom of her foot with the tip of my tongue before getting up and walking around to the side of the bed. I stepped closer to her upper body and lightly dragged a few fingers up her leg to her hip, up her stomach, over her right breast, finally letting it leave her body at her shoulder.
“Hey,” I said in a low voice.
“Hey,” she replied.
TBC...