I met my date on Adult FriendFinder early April this year.

She wrote me, and called me an arrogant bastard for what I wrote in my profile - I like being called arrogant.... At 43 she looked perfect. Her face was classy beautiful with short red hair. Her mouth sensual and her lips constantly moist and soft. From the first picture I saw, she had me hooked.

We exchanged a series of increasingly personal and erotic e-mails - almost playing each other with words day and night.

During a business trip, I failed to respond to her for more than 4 days - she was furious - but also desperate for more. Although she had maintained, that she only wanted a cyber relationship, she was having second thoughts. The stories I wrote to her became living fantasies in her head, and she wanted them to become true. She begged me to visit her where she lives - in Germany approximately 200 km from my home in Zurich.

I sent her a short e-mail : "Arriving April 29 2200 - no contact until then.

" As I drove up, my mind was playing out different scenartios in my head.

None of them matched what we were both about to experience. I arrived and knocked on the door. Behind it I heard heels klicking on the hardwood floor. She walked slowly, taking long deliberate steps. She opened the door, and smiled at me.

I gently kissed her left cheek and then the right. She took my coat, hanged it for me, and invited me in. While I made myself comfortable in the livingroom, she went into the kitchen to get a bottle of champagne and two flutes.

As she came back from the kitchen, time stood still while I took in her and the scene around me.

Everything was ready. Toys were out - not obvious, but close and handy. The livingroom floor had been cleared. Chairs were obvously placed, and on the dining room table was only a small basket with magazines.

She had a long, slender frame supporting a curvy, firm, tanned body. She wore black high heeled shoes, stockings, a short skirt and a white blouse barely consealing the black push-up bra underneath. She was beautiful. As she walked in the room, the skirt moves just enough to see the garder belt supporting the stockings underneath.

I almost couldn't wait to pull up that skirt... She clearly felt my eyes on her, and she stopped halfway.

She blushed slightly, and made a full circle on the spot so I got the full view. With a champagne bottle in one hand, and the two flutes in the other, she was like taken out of a 1930's french art poster. I didn't say anything, but slowly bowed my head in appreciation of her outfit. The wood in the fireplace was burning, and the heat and light made the room cozy and warm.

Outside, the rain was hammering down on the big panoramic windows. I remained in my chair, while she popped the champagne cork at the dinner table, and poured the golden drops into the two flutes. She brought the glasses over to where I was sitting. I stood and took a glass. We toasted, and let the sparkling liquid flow down our throats. She shivered slightly as the champagne sparkled its way down inside her body.

She stepped away from me, and pointed to the chair, signalling for me to sit back down. She pulled over a chair in front of me and sat down.

She spread her legs as much as her short skirt allowed, and revealed a pair of black G-string panties.

The strings were so thin, that one was deeply embedded in her. I couldn't hide my excitement, as I smiled at the sight. Long tanned legs, stockings, garder belt and her beautiful softness was almost eating that G-string. She let a finger slide up her leg, over the soft stockings around and up the inner thigh. Caressing herself slowly.

It was as if she was letting my eyes control her finger. She let the finger circle around her softness, gently pulling on the string releasing it from captivity.

She pulled her skirt further up, so I had a better view.

From underneath the chair, she produced a small dildo. As she turned the bottom part, it started to vibrate. She placed the dildo on the tip of her personal place. She closed her eyes. She was getting visibly wet - her softness was glistning in the light from the fire.

I enjoyed watching her. My thingy was growing in my pants, but I didn't move. I feasted me eyes on her wet softness - my tongue wanted to break out of my mouth. She was moaning more and more - small whines were accentuating her deep breathing. She opened her eyes and looked at me. She looked at the mount in my pants and smiled. She got up off the chair, and unzipped her skirt at the back, letting it drop to the floor. She picked it up, and threw it in my lap. She turned around, and stood there with her soft place pointed toward me, letting her heels glide to spread her legs slowly. She must have known how much I loved that sight.

She pulled off her G-string and threw it in my face. I could feel the wet string on my cheek.

I put her skirt and G-strong on the floor. She was standing on the floor, gently moving from side to side, as if dancing to music.

Her hips were rocking with the movement. She went over to the dining room table, and stuck her hand in the basket. From it she pulled two balls, which she brought with her as she came back to the chair. Slowly she put the balls up her extremely wet softness, wimpering as they disappeared into her soaked inner.

She looked at me with lust in her eyes. She got up and walked over to the dining room table - laid over it and spread her legs. Tie me - she ordered. I got up - only slightly disabled by my hard length.

She took ropes out of the basket and handed them to me. I tied her wonderful long legs to the table legs. While I was squatting between her legs I looked at the ballstring hanging from her teasing wet softness.

A small drop of juice was working its way down the string...

I tied her hands to a couple of hinges underneath the table and stepped back. I looked at her. I removed the basket from the table, and in it found a dildo the same size as my thingy. I found some creme and lubricated the dildo well. She was "trying" to break free from the ropes.

She was extremely warm. She closed her eyes in submission.

I let the tip of the dildo play with her tight sensitive place.

I let it circle around and around, until her soft place was following the movement of the dildo. The tip of the dildo slid into her soft place, and she let out a small cry.

I pushed the dildo all the way in, and began playing her slowly.

Her softness was tightning around the balls, and her soft place around the dildo. She was coming - but she tried to control it. The balls were massaging her softness - the dildo pumping her sensitive place. She tried to move, but the ropes held her tight. She loved it. I played her harder with the dildo, following her breathing as it became faster and faster. She moeaned and cried as she exploded in her first orgasm.

I let the dildo fall to the floor. I pulled off my pants and underwear.

I put on a condom and lubricated my big hard length. I took it in my hands, and slowly let it slide into her warm tight sensitive place.

I was so horny, I almost came. I had to control myself - for a couple of seconds I stood completely still. I slowly started moving within her - for minutes on end I maintained the same slow rhtyhmic movement.

I increased the pace - pumping her harder and harder.

Her body was convulsing in ecstacy. I pulled out before I came, took off the condom, and came over her soft place. My legs were barely able to hold me upright. I watched my cum gliding down her soft place and between her legs. She tried to close her legs. I untied her legs and released her. She pulled me into the shower. The balls stayed in her softness.

She washed me.

My body twitched as she grabbed my semi-hard length - but I gathered my footing. She washed my thingy for a minute or two, gently massaging up and down the shaft and around the balls. The effect was immediate. I was getting harder by the second. She dried me off, and pulled me back into the living room. She pushed me gently into "my" chair, and got down between my legs.

She stuck out her tongue and let it play with with my length. Her tongue was running circles around my head. My eyes closed, and I moved my length forward. I was thinking about the balls, and how they were massaging her softness, as she played with my length.

I felt her mouth glide down over my hard length, and she tasted every inch of it with her tongue. She let her teetch play with my head, and tickled my shaft with her long red nails. She began sucking me. Slowly - then fast - then slowly again. She moved from head to root every time - the sensation was incredible. She sucked me faster and faster. I moaned loudly. I caressed her hair, pulling and releasing it with every movement. I touched her face. Let my hand sense the beauty I had seen. I was close. I couldn't resist her. I just couldn't. She must have felt that I was close. She placed her mouth around my head, and I exploded in her mouth.

She swallowed me - every drop. She toyed me clean. My head was spinning, I was dizzy and I had no control over my body. She toyed my length for several minutes, while I regained my composure. I got up - and moved her into the chair. I spread her legs and grabbed the ballstring with two fingers. I started pulling on the string, moving the balls slightly within her - then stopped. She groaned and closed her legs. I let the balls move back and forth within her, massaging her with them.

Her chest was heaving under her heavy breathing as I slowly pulled the balls from her softness.

She let out a loud scream when they finally left her.

I leaned over her and spread her softness wide open.

My tongue found her hard and erect personal place, and at the first light touch she thrust her hips forward burying my face in her wet softness.

I pushed her back, and held her down firmly.

My mouth went back to the personal place, and I closed my lips around it. I sucked it into my mouth, and let my tongue and lips caress it. As I pulled harder she grabbed my head and pulled it down toward her.

She came again. And again. She screamed her orgasm into the room. I pulled back and watched her shaking in front of me, her wonderful breasts squeezed together as her arms held her legs up. She was gone, and I didn't bring her back.

I just watched her. She was only semiconscious, as I carried her into her bed.

I laid down besid her, and tucked us in. I let my hands move up and down her body forever. She came to.

Pulled the sheets tight around us. She looked at me as I touched her hair and her face. I leaned over and kissed her.

Again? I asked. Yes.

She said and pulled me close. We will see each other again. Who knows, maybe I will tell you about it... CSS