Grace was working during the summer at the nursery at Berry Forge up in Canada. It made a change from campus life to be out in the country and in the open air all day, away from the city. At weekends she would normally go hiking, but this weekend would be different since, somewhat to her surprise, Adam had actually accepted her invitation to come up North for the weekend.
It was Thursday evening. Adam had said that he would drive up on Friday and hoped to arrive late in the afternoon or early in the evening. Grace lay in bed that night wondering what might happen that weekend. She hadn’t invited him up with any sexual aim in mind, but she knew that there was always a bit of sexual tension in the air when they were together and so it wouldn’t be out of the question that she would not be alone in the same bed the following evening. She wondered if Adam was having similar thoughts.
She imagined how the evening might go. She would cook them dinner. It would still be light in summer until late into the evening. Perhaps they would go for a walk to the bar in the local hotel. Perhaps he would be brave enough to put his arm around her. As she imagined the scene, her fingers crept down across her belly. Her right hand opened up her outer lips. She could feel that her clit was hard already. After they had had a beer and a few laughs in the bar, they would walk back up the hill, their arms around each other. A finger rolled on her exposed clit as she imagined him turning to face her and kissing her. His hand would slide up onto the swell of her breast, feeling for her hardening nipple. She stroked her breast imagining that it was Adam’s fingers not her own. She imagined his hand sliding under her T-shirt and up onto her breast. She imagined coming back to the building where she slept, feeling his fingers undoing the button on her jeans, slipping inside her knickers, sliding between her lips to where her own fingers were busy, faster now as she held herself close to coming. Naked she would lie back on her bed, parting her legs to invite him in, feeling his hardness push into her wet welcome. She slid two fingers insider herself, imagining his cock as she strummed on her clit. As she came, she imagined him coming, the warm jets deep inside her body.
Of course the evening might be completely chaste, a quiet beer with a good friend, she thought. But just in case she decided that her fantasy was as good a plan as any, a nice dinner when Adam got there, a walk for a couple of beers, and back to her room for whatever fate felt fit to deliver. And, she realized, the two other men who shared the old house with her would conveniently be away for the weekend.
When Adam got there the following afternoon, Grace was still working. Asking around he found out where she was and went to seek her out. She was dressed in an old T-shirt and jeans, covered in dirt from the gardens, her unkempt hair bleached from the days in the sun. He could see the outline of her nipples through the T-shirt, see that she was wearing no bra.
“You are looking very sexy,” said Adam coming up without her having seen him.
“What, in these old things?” said Grace.
“I admit I’m a bit weird since I think old clothes like that are much sexier than ball-gowns and the like. I suppose it is the contrast, or maybe the lack of trying.”
“That’s very philosophical for this time of day,” said Grace as she walked up to him and kissed him on the lips, but chastely, old friends meeting up.
“I’ve nearly finished and then we can go back to the house. You can have a bottle of beer while I have a bath.”
“That’s a lot of liquid for you compared to me!”
“Silly, you know what I mean.”
He helped her put away the tools and they walked to the house where she stayed. She opened the fridge in the kitchen and got out a bottle of beer.
“Here’s the plan,” she said. “You have a beer and I’ll go and have a bath. Then I’ll cook dinner. Well, cook is a relative term since it is ham and salad since I didn’t know when you would get here. After that we’ll walk down to the bar for a couple of drinks. Tomorrow, we can go hiking for the day. I know a good café that is about the right distance so we can cycle there, have lunch there and then come back here. I’ll cook dinner, really cook this time, and then we can go to the bar where there is live music every Saturday night.”
“Grace, you are such an organizer. I suppose you have organized what you are going to wear, what drink you will have in the bar, and whether you are going to push me off if I try and kiss you.”
Grace blushed. “I hadn’t thought about that,” she said.
“I’d be willing to bet it crossed your mind,” teased Adam.
“Well…” said Grace.
“In fact, I bet you lay in bed last night wondering if we would have sex this weekend.”
“Well…” said Grace.
“I bet you got aroused thinking about it…”
“Not really,” lied Grace.
“… and stroked yourself imagining it,” Adam continued as if he hadn’t heard her. “So what does ‘not really’ mean?” he went on.
Grace was lost for words both surprised that Adam was saying this to her, and surprised at the accuracy of his guesses.
“Well… ‘yes’, if you must know,” said Grace a bit indignantly, like a guilty child caught stealing a sweet.
“OK,” said Adam, “I’ll make a deal with you. You organize and make all the decisions about the housekeeping: food, bikes, bars. I’ll organize and make all the decisions about sex!”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that you tell me what to do about everything else and I’ll obey your commands. I’ll tell you what to do about sex and you obey my commands.”
“But you might ask me to do something I don’t want to do. It is one thing to fantasize, but I’m not even sure what I want.”
“That’s the whole point. You don’t need to be sure what you want since I am going to tell you what to do. Just like I don’t need to be sure what I want for dinner or where I want to cycle to.”
“But you might tell me to do something that I don’t want.”
“I don’t think so. But if I do you can always refuse. But if you refuse the deal is over, you can’t just pick and choose which things to obey.”
“OK,” said Grace doubtfully. “Just so long as I can always say ‘no’.”
“But if you say ‘no’ you had better mean it. None of the games women like to play where the man gets his hand brushed away three times first, even though the woman wants to feel his hand on her breast as much as he does.”
“So go and have your bath,” said Adam, pouring his beer into a glass.
Grace went and ran her bath, stripped off her gardening clothes and lay down in the hot water, feeling cleaner by the moment. To her surprise, suddenly the door, which she hadn’t bothered to lock, opened and Adam walked in with a second glass of beer, as if it was completely normal to walk into a naked girl’s bathroom.
“I thought you might like a cool beer while you were in the bath,” said Adam.
Grace was so surprised that she just acted as if men wandered into her bathroom every day. She took the beer from him.
“Thank you,” she said, taking a sip.
Grace realized that after the shock of him blatantly walking in that she really didn’t mind him being there, that it felt fairly natural to be naked in front of him, her body partially hidden by the soapy water
“Is there anything I should be doing to help with dinner?” said Adam ignoring the sexuality of the situation.
“No, I’ll do it when I get out,” replied Grace.
“You’ve got nice breasts,” said Adam, as if he were continuing the conversation about helping with dinner. Grace was lost for words.
“I’ll see you in the kitchen soon then,” continued Adam. “Don’t wear a bra, will you, your breasts look so much nicer when the move alluringly under your clothes.”
With that, Adam left and she heard him going back to the kitchen. Grace got out and dried herself and went to her bedroom. She was a bit self-conscious about her breasts now, but she could hardly wear a bra since that would be neglecting a command. She put on a shirt with pockets on both sides so that the additional layer of material gave her a level of modesty.
In the kitchen, Adam was sitting quietly drinking his beer. Grace came in. She felt Adam watching her, wondering if he was mentally undressing her, although it would hardly be necessary since he had seen her naked not long before. She started to get food out of the refrigerator to make the salad.
“Shall I make some vinaigrette?” Adam asked. “I like dressing.”
“As a man, I thought that you probably preferred undressing!” joked Grace as she got olive oil and vinegar out of a cupboard.
Adam poured oil and vinegar into a bowl and started to make the dressing.
“Olive oil is very good for the skin,” he said, reading from the label on the bottle.
“I have used it for chapped lips,” said Grace.
Adam poured a little oil onto his fingertips and then rubbed them over Grace’s mouth, oiling her lips.
“So would you like me to rub some oil into your lips,” Adam said suggestively. “You’d like that wouldn’t you, slick fingers rubbing into the interesting sensitive folds of your body.” He stroked her mouth as if his finger were between her legs.
“You are very naughty,” laughed Grace stepping away. She felt a flutter between her legs at the thought of his oiled fingers slipping between the contours of her sex.
They ate their salad and cleared up the plates. Soon they were walking down the road towards the hotel. Adam put his arm around her shoulders and she moved closer to him and put her arm around his waist. She was pretty certain that they were going to end up in bed together that night but she was enjoying the unusual journey to get there.
Adam got them both a beer and they sat at a table in the corner, a little bit away from the crowd of people by the bar. They sat and talked about how they had been spending the summer so far. A couple came into the bar, the woman tall, blonde and shapely.
“I bet you’d like to undress her,” Grace said quietly to Adam.
“So which of the men would you like to undress?” he replied.
Grace looked at the choices.
“The man by the pool table, I suppose. There isn’t anyone else at all fanciable.”
Adam leant over and almost whispered in her ear. “You could take him back to your kitchen. Unbutton his shirt and run your fingers through his chest hair. Undo his belt. Unzip his jeans and let them fall to the floor, releasing his hard cock. Take that olive oil and use it to stroke him, oil his balls. Bend down and take his knob in your mouth. Hear him gasp with excitement.”
Adam could tell from Grace’s breathing that the scenario was turning her on. He put his hand on her leg and lightly stroked her thigh as he continued. “Undo your jeans and kick them off so you are naked from the waist down. Turn and half lie face-down on the kitchen table, legs parted, presenting your ass to him, your thighs framing the engorged pink lips of your sex. Feel his oiled cock as it pushes into you, feel your hard clit pushed against the edge of the kitchen table.”
Grace looked over at the man by the pool table, drinking his beer oblivious to his role in a story across the other side of the bar. Adam took a sip of his beer casually. Grace knocked a beer mat on the floor, and as she bent down to pick it up she briefly but deliberately placed her hand firmly on Adam’s crotch, feeling his erection through his trousers.
“You’d like to watch that, wouldn’t you?” she said quietly. “Adam the puppet-master orchestrating an arousing tableau. Are you going to pull my strings later tonight?”
“That’s what making all the decisions means. But I’ve got to work out how you want them pulled first. So tell me something that you like being done to you that I wouldn’t guess?”
Grace thought for a moment. “Well, obviously I like being cuddled and stroked and everything. But you’d guess that. I know, here’s something: I like coming leaning against something hard like a door.”
“You are right, I wouldn’t have guessed that. Would you like another beer or shall we go home?”
“Let’s go home, there’s plenty of beer in the house.”
They walked out of the bar. Adam moved Grace in front of him and bent down and kissed her gently. His hand stroked the side of her breast as his tongue danced on hers. They went back up the road to the house. When they got back, Adam opened the kitchen drawer containing tools and got out a hammer and some nails. Grace watched curiously as Adam hammered a nail into each corner of the door. Then he took a ball of string and cut several lengths about a yard each. Then, to her surprise, he slowly took off all his clothes. She saw him naked for the first time, his cock hard with anticipation. His cock was large, wide rather than long, larger than any of the few boyfriends she’d seen naked. Her last boyfriend had had a small cock and often left her unfilled and unfulfilled. Tonight, she knew, she couldn’t wait for the feeling as that cock finally entered her as she knew it would later.
He walked over to Grace and slowly unbuttoned her shirt. Then he unbuttoned her jeans and pushed them down so that Grace was standing naked in the middle of the kitchen. He tied a piece of string around each of Grace’s wrists and each of her ankles.
“Go and stand against the door,” he told her.
He tied a piece of string to each nail so that she was spread-eagled against the door in a big X, her legs apart and her hands over her head. He went and got the olive oil and poured some on the tops of her breasts, before rubbing it in, pinching her nipples gently between oiled fingers, making them crimson and hard. She felt as if her nipples were connected direct to her clit. His fingers continued down, rubbing oil across her stomach. Then he rubbed oil between her thighs, coming close to her lips but not touching her, teasing her, exciting her. Finally, he poured oil onto her belly where it ran down into her baric hair. He ran his fingers through the oily hair and into the cleft of her sex, feeling her hard little clit, slipping just into her wet opening. He rubbed oil into the folds of her lips, pushing back and stroking her asshole too.
He crouched down in front of her. He pulled her outer lips up and apart, making her clit stick out exposing her bubble-gum pink labia.
“You’ve got a pretty pussy,” he said.
He touched her with his tongue, as if he were trying an untasted delicacy, which, in a way, he was. A bolt of electric excitement coursed through Grace as his tongue rolled lightly on her naked clit. He slid a hand between her legs and she felt a finger inside her like a little cock. He continued to lick her, harder now, pushing two then three fingers into her sopping excited cunt. She felt first one finger touching the tight ring of her asshole, stroking her, relaxing her until she was welcoming enough for his fingertip to slip into her tight pucker.
“That’s so good, don’t stop,” Grace gasped as she was close to coming, almost hanging on the nails at the top of the door. Her body felt full of his fingers aggressively fucking her cunt and her asshole as he tongued her clit vigorously.
Grace could feel her orgasm approaching. She pushed her body back against the unyielding wood of the door as Adam’s tongue wound her orgasm tighter and tighter until suddenly it exploded through her. She could barely keep standing, her legs seemed to collapse underneath her. Adam stopped licking her but he continued to fuck her with his fingers, coaxing wave after wave of pleasure from her.
As her body started to calm down, Adam removed his fingers from inside her. He stopped licking her clit so insistently, instead just licking her labia lightly, waiting for her clit to stop being over-sensitive.
“Don’t stop, I’m going to come again,” she panted.
Adam started to lick her more insistently, running his tongue in small circles around her clit not quite touching it. He pushed his tongue between her legs further. She spread her knees as best she could as his tongue pushed into the opening to her cunt. He could sense that her orgasm was imminent already. His tongue moved back to her clit, teasing it by just touching it before moving away. She moved her hips, trying to keep her clit on the tip of his tongue, desperate for the release that her second orgasm would bring. But Adam was in control and he wasn’t allowing her a quick climax. Instead he was going to take his time while her body became increasingly taut with her increasing level of arousal. Adam’s finger slipped into Grace’s asshole again as his tongue moved to her clit. His finger gently worked inside her ass. Finally, in a few quick intense strokes his tongue detonated an explosive orgasm. She collapsed, held up by the strings around her wrists, pressing her cunt against Adam’s face while his incessant tongue rhythmically stimulated her in time. It felt like her orgasm spiraled out from her groin all the way to her toes, to her fingertips, to the hair on her head. She’d never had an orgasm like that before.
Adam let her regain her breath and her dignity. He undid the strings holding her to the door and she all but collapsed into his arms.
“Lie face down on the kitchen table,” he told her.
He then poured more oil on her back and rubbed it into her, paying particular attention to the cheeks of her ass. Then he climbed on the table and lay on her back, his cock lying in the oiled valley between her buttocks. He slid back and forth between her ass-cheeks before slipping lower between her legs and entering her enthusiastic cunt. She lifted her body slightly. He reached around underneath her and pinched her clit. He fucked her slowly, rolling her clit between finger and thumb as his cock thrust firmly into her. In no time, she was coming again under the onslaught.
He took his hand out from underneath her body. As he continued to fuck her slowly he gradually worked a thumb into her ass. She groaned.
“Have you ever been fucked in your ass?” Adam asked quietly.
“Never,” replied Grace. She’d never wanted to try it, worried it might be painful. When boyfriends had asked she’d always refused. Besides, a cock felt so good in her cunt she’d never been that interested. But tonight she was, tonight she knew she’d not get asked, not have the opportunity to refuse. But Adam would be right, she wanted it, she wanted the experience.
She felt Adam’s finger’s spread the cheeks of her ass. She didn’t really know what she looked like from that angle but she could guess her virgin asshole must be completely exposed, spread wide ready for its first cock. Adam’s cockhead nestled on its target. She could feel herself distending wide as he pushed into her. Grace gritted her teeth, unsure what to expect. But Adam sensed accurately the moment that it became too much for her, when intensity turned to pain, and released the pressure a little to let her body get used to the idea. Then he would push forward again, opening her wider and wider. Grace panted at the intensity as Adam’s large cock forced itself into her previously unused ass. She could feel her ass-muscle tight around his hardness.
Adam started to fuck her, slowly at first. Grace slipped her hands underneath her body, opening her sex-lips with the fingers of one hand and finding her clit with the other. As Adam’s strokes got longer and harder, Grace’s fingers teased another orgasm out of her exhausted body. When she came she could feel the contractions of her orgasm in her ass, milking Adam’s cock. A final few thrusts and he started to come too. He pulled out of her ass and slammed his cock into her orgasming cunt, letting her climax pump his seed deep into her.
Adam lay on top of Grace, crushing her breasts into the kitchen table. She could feel his softening cock inside her cunt, the feeling of ecstasy being replaced by disappointment. But she also knew it would not be long before her cunt would be welcoming his cock again, hot and wet and ready for that feeling of fullness again.
“Good decisions,” said Grace. “I might have to change some of mine so that our hike tomorrow goes somewhere suitably secluded.”
“Definitely,” Adam murmured. “But wear a skirt. And no underwear.”