Bound By Her

Bound By Her

Megan and Andrea

When she looks at me I feel so infinitely small. She has an authority that radiates from her and it is impossible to be in the same room without looking in her direction. She has given courses for the place I work a couple of times and each time I have been fascinated by how smart she is, how professional she is and how endlessly cool she is. I have messed around with girls a bit before, but never anyone who has tempted me to go all the way. But with her I don't think I would have had the opportunity to hold back.

Now we were on a course in Ireland, her hometown for the past 5 years. A fantastic hotel in the middle of fields and brown pubs. I had seen her give lectures on topics that interested me all day and I was looking forward to some time to myself in the hotel room when the evening came. I had to vent my frustration before I met her the next day.

A moment to myself

I lay down on the bed in the hotel room and just thought. I pictured her standing there giving a lecture. How confident and professionally competent she was. Her intellect turned me on almost more than her appearance. I imagined our naughty encounter in the copy room last time. How her hand had somehow accidentally touched mine, when she was helping me with the settings on the copy machine. I flinched, but she left her hand there. The machine was working hard. Her hand was warm and soft over mine. I must have turned to her, wide-eyed.

Then she leaned forward and kissed me. Her glossy, soft lips. I could still taste her.

I let my own hands slide over my pussy as I fantasized, and I immediately realized that this was going to go fast. The thought of our kiss was enough, I was wet between my legs, my pulse was increasing.. I came faster than I usually do. My thighs were shaking. I slammed my free hand hard into the mattress, and groaned loudly. I immediately started to blush because I had groaned so loudly, I was unsure how loud it was in this hotel. . I lay in bed for a while to catch my breath. Had she really kissed me? It all felt so unreal now. She had only kissed me briefly, and then left, without saying anything.

Did she hear my moans?

I woke up the next day and felt a pang of shame. I really hope no one had heard my moans. I went to the bathroom to clean myself up, and discovered that my cheeks had turned so red that I had to take a cold shower. When I went out into the corridor, she also happened to come out of the room next door, and winked at me slyly. My cheeks only got even hotter, oh my god, had she heard me?

“Good conference?” she asked.

“Very good”, I said. “I really enjoyed your presentation!”

“Yes, you did,” she said, stroking my back as we got into the elevator.

“Let’s hope the last few hours go by quickly, so we can get the party started,” she said. I could hardly breathe. She had obviously heard me yesterday. Or?

I caught a brief glimpse of us in the mirror inside the elevator. I was shorter than her. My long blonde hair fell down my back in waves and my black dress accentuated my curves. I could also see that I was blushing. Damn.

The Dinner Party

During the dinner party, she sat directly across from me. She talked enthusiastically to everyone around us, but our Swedish colleagues just bored me. After dessert, I gave up trying to engage in the conversations, and just sat there, drinking wine and watching her.

A beautiful view. She had changed into a black dress with a low neckline. Her glossy lips were so sensual as she asked the Swede critical questions about his new research. I stretched out my legs, and almost kicked someone. She glanced at me briefly, before turning back to the Swede. Then I suddenly felt something brush against my calf. Oh my god, she was flirting with me! I got wet again. She must have taken off her shoe, now she was stroking the inside of my calf. I tried to hold my face, took another sip of the wine. Tried to make eye contact with her, but she was completely engrossed in her conversation with the Swede. Then her leg came up and pushed my knee out to the side. I wasn't sure what to do. I've always been a professional at work, but we didn't really work together...

Touched

She continued on up. Slowly, teasingly. I turned around carefully to see if anyone could see us. People were starting to get drunk, and were busy with their own. Suddenly she came all the way in, and pressed her foot against my horny pussy. She started to push rhythmically against me. My heart started to pound, I got really nervous. It didn't seem like she was going to let up. I understood that I just had to relax as best I could. I told myself, over and over, that no one was seeing this. I worked hard to look normal on my face, not make faces, not moan. I could come at any moment now. Outwardly she looked ice cold, and was completely absorbed in the conversation with the Swede. He had to defend himself against her constant critical objections. How does she do it? Satisfy a woman with one foot, while also owning the world? Fucking superhuman.

I tightened my thighs, and they started to shake. Then she turned and looked me insistently into the eyes. I had to hold my breath, and bite my lips together to not make a sound when I came. Could anyone see that I was trembling? I took the last sip of my wine, trying not to show any sign of….pleasure.

We

She got up and walked towards the toilet. She was washing her hands when I came in. I looked at the locks, all the stalls looked empty. I checked if the main door could be locked, I had seen people do that in movies. It could. I walked over to her. I put my hands on her cheeks, and kissed her really well. She opened her mouth, and our tongues met.

Hungry, eager. I pressed her against the wall while we kissed, and let my hand stroke her thighs, her hips. Then I found my way under her dress, and let my hand slide over her panties. She let out a little moan. Her panties felt wet on the outside. She pressed herself against me, it was good to feel her firm breasts hard against mine. I let my fingers slide along her wet crack, and quickly found her clit. She kissed my neck, and bit me lightly in the ear. I let two fingers go around and around her hard clit. She started breathing harder and harder, and grabbed my breasts. When her legs started to shake, she clung to me even harder. She bit my lip when she came.

While trying to catch her breath, she said, "We have to finish this in my hotel room. Meet me there in half an hour." Then she gave me a key card from her bag.

Bound

When I locked myself in her room, she was in the bathroom. She told me to put on what was on the bed and get comfortable. It was a black silk mask. I became even more nervous than I already was, but I listened. I put it on and sat on the edge of the bed. She came out and sternly told me to lie down. I carefully laid back down on the bed. Then I could feel her sit on top of me, one leg on each side of my stomach. Then she pulled my hands up over my head. Before I knew it, I was tied to the bed. She kissed me, and I could feel the blood flowing down to my pussy. She pulled up my dress and kissed my stomach.

Suddenly I got butterflies down there. It pulsed through my body. She pulled off my stockings, and started kissing and caressing my thighs. When she stroked my inner thighs, I couldn't lie still. She pulled off my panties too, and I was left completely naked. Then I couldn't feel her touching me anymore. Had she left? Was she standing there watching me? "Spread your legs." I listened obediently to her. She started to smear me with a warming oil, over my breasts, stomach, thighs, and further down to my pussy that could hardly get wetter. Then I could feel her inserting her fingers inside me. She treated me softly, but firmly. Blindfolded, tied to the bed, the feeling of the oil running down my back... I loved every second.

I asked if she had planned this. "I've seen how you look at me." Then she continued with her fingers and pushed them upwards. She knew exactly what she was doing. With her other hand she opened the front of my dress and I was completely naked. I started to moan harder and harder. But now I felt the orgasm just coming closer and closer. "Don't stop!" I caught myself saying, almost moaning. I became greedier and greedier. I had to have this orgasm. And she intensified her movements. Her tongue played with my hard nipples. I moaned and cried out to God. I tightened my whole body and it trembled. The orgasm went like waves through my body and in the same second she ripped the blindfold off my eyes and I could see how amazing she looked where she was sitting. Between my legs. The two of us, together. Who said fantasies can't become realit