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across it, though from the distance, it would not be easy to discern.

Just then I saw the two ladies grab each other and squeeze tightly in a fully embraced hug. It looked like blondie had to go, whatever called her to leave, left my stunning brunette standing there alone, her beer half drunk, signaling she was not yet ready to leave. She looked my way, curious if I was still focusing my attention in her direction.

I was. I smiled.

She smiled.

I tipped my drink.

She tipped hers.

I guzzled the rest of mine and she did the same.

I placed the empty glass down and started to move in her direction.

She looked my way, then she looked down. She looked up again and then down again, as I reached her. She was trembling imperceptibly.

I leaned in and whispered in her ear, "I love your nipple piercing,"

She involuntarily grabbed her breast, forgot that she had had gone braless. Normally this would not be a problem, but the cooling air and the seeming arousal that was beginning to stir and show. Ordinarily she would not be attracted to a man of age. But something about me, seem to stir her energy. At least I wasn't revolting.

She was silent, not sure what to say, her lips were moving, but her words failed a coherent response.

"Is that the only piercing you have," I asked?"

She looked at me, dead to rights, eye-to eye and turned her head, lifted her hair and showed me her ear, unvoiced.

"And that's it," I queried?

She looked down, bit her lip, then looked back at me and very shyly, almost imperceptibly, she shook her head from side-to-side.

"Your naughty bits?"

She nodded in the positive...

"What was that?"

"Yes," she said.

"How lovely."

We stood there silent for a bit. She nervous, biting her lips, curious and yet nervous. I stood there smiling, just letting her be.

The waitress came up and asked if we wanted more to drink. I didn't asked, her what she wanted, I ordered two Nitros and the waitress left.

I leaned in again, and spoke into her ear, "are you nervous?"

Without looking at me, she could feel my breath on her ear and neck, she shivered and shook her head yes.

"Anything else," I asked?

Again the shake of her head, north and south.

"What?"

She looked at me, almost imploringly, she looked at my eyes, she scanned my face, she saw the depth of my soul and the shade of my years. Her lips moved, but no words poured forth.

"What?"

"I'm... I'm..."

"What?, I whispered."

She took a deep breath in and blew it out through her mouth, a little 'o' forming as she blew, slowing down her exhale.

I didn't say anything, I just let her be. I had no idea if she would say anything. Or if she would share her truth.

"I'm wet."

That caught me by surprise. I had totally not expected that. Now it was my turn to be caught a bit off guard. I stood their silently.

She gazed and scanned my face...

"Why?"

"I'm not sure."

"Is it because you are imagining me going down on you and chewing on your labia piercing, alternating with slipping my tongue along your now swollen petals?"

Her legs buckled, she held the table for support, lest she completely collapse to the ground. Her nostrils flared, her breath quickened, she bit her lip. Her nipples now obviously taut.

I reached out to steady her, to make sure she didn't fall.

"Are you OK?"

With her eyes shut, trying to reclaim some semblance of control, and after a few deep breaths, quickly she nodded in the affirmative.

She looked up at me and I in return, did the same.

"Do you trust me," I asked.

"I don't know you," she replied.

"Do you trust me."

She looked at me for what seemed a long time, but seemed forever in that moment.

"I do actually. Not sure why, but I do. I feel safe."

"Good, that pleases me."

"How are you getting home?"

"I was going to take an Uber."

I nodded and smiled.

"Do you live nearby."

"I do"

Just then the new beers came. We drank and chatted, mostly small talk. About the weather, about the current events, the Denver scene; mostly innocuous imaginings. We drank and chatted and every now and again, I'd brazenly reach out and stroke her pierced nipple. She said nothing, almost daring me to do more. I didn't pushed, I just teased. And when our beers were empty, after I paid, I reached out my open hand.

She put her hand into mine and as I led the way downstairs and out the front door, she followed.

We walked in silence, her hand in mine. I could feel her nervousness and her excitement. I could also smell her arousal, which in turn, caused my cock to stir. Two perfect strangers, one young and one old-er.

We walked up the street and around the corner, to where my Harley sat idle. Just waiting for her throaty roar to beckon out to the slowly darkening sky. It was cool now, the day's heat giving way to the night's cool.

I climbed on, pulled the passenger pegs down and grabbed her hand as she mounted my beast. My metal beast that is.

As the rumble of the bike launched, I kicked my bike into gear and as I start to pull away, as there was no backrest for her to lean on, she had no choice but to snake her hands around my waist, to prevent her from falling backwards onto her ass.

I could feel her hard nipples against my back, the thin fabric offering no protection from their protrusion. My cock now growing, its turbidity engorging. It was both arousing and constraining, reminding me of how delightful it is to be alive. I could feel her shake behind me as we rode back to my place, not so much from arousal, but more from the cold, the thin blouse, sans bra, doing nothing to protect her from the onrushing wind.

We pulled in, parked and I brought her inside and upstairs to the Gold room. Gold because it was one of three rooms, each a different color. Inside was a wrought iron bed, fluffy pillows, down comforter, an old fashioned wingtip chair. Cozy and quaint, purposely set that way, for the benefit of my AirBnB guest.

"Stay," I suggested, while I went back downstairs, only to come back, lugging a duffle bag behind me.

"Close your eyes." She did.

Next she felt the caress of a blindfold descending upon her face. Her hands flew up to her eyes, almost involuntarily; whether an act of defiance or fear, I couldn't tell.

"Do you trust me?"

Her hands continued to clutch for a moment, before they relaxed and her arms dropped back down by her side.

"Good girl."

She smiled, happy at my acknowledgment. I smiled in approval, though she couldn't see me.

I stepped back and gazed upon her beautiful form. I'm so going to enjoy my time with her, I thought to myself. How fortunately for us, we meet as we did.

"Are you there," she breathed.

"Shhh," I responded.

I walked around her, she could hear my foot falls as I did. She alternated between leaving her hands at her sides and bringing them up to rub her palms together in nervousness. She shifted from foot to foot.

I reached out and lightly fingered her taut nipple. The one with the piercing. Her breathing quickened and her hips started to gyrate a bit.

"Are you getting turned on?"

"I am."

"Exciting."

"Yes."

"Shall I?"

She nodded.

I stepped in and took a deep whiff. I leaned in and kissed her bare neck. Her legs buckled again, though this time, with no table to grab, she grabbed onto me as I reached for her hips to steady her.

Once she was solidly standing again, I curled my fingers below her blouse hem and began to pull them up. She lifted her arms as I desleeved her and bared her lovely breast.

I leaned in and blew on her exposed nippled. She shivered.

I snaked my tongue out and licked only the tip of her unpierced nipple. Her hands enveloped my head and tried to pull my tongue and mouth more fully onto her breast. I grabbed both of her hands and pulled them behind her back where I held them in place with one hand as my other traced outlines and left trails of tingles along her naked torso... delving ever so often to pinch each nipple, which brought forth mewls of delights and moans of desire. I bit and licked and blew...

I let go and stepped back again; gazed and stared and then closed in, reaching for her pant buttons and began to open them so I could remove the rest of her clothing. The shoes had long been tossed.

Her honey pot stared at me, beautifully shorn, with just a hint of a wisp trailing above. Naked and blindfolded and standing before me, a perfect stranger. I was incredibly aroused.

The situation she found herself in was definitely arousing her as well. I could smell her musk, her want, her need. Her nether lips were puffy, she licked dry lips, and bit them, her nipples hard and her breathing shallow.

I grabbed her hand and led her to the bed. I pulled back the covers and laid her upon the clean flannel sheets. I tied her hands and then tied her feet. She did not fight me, she did not fidget, she laid there and waited, wondering what might come next.

I ran my hands along her nakedness. I ran my tongue along her side. I bit her ear and then licked her neck. She squirmed and tugged at each of her restraints. I obviously knew what I was doing, she thought, for the binds that tied, held her surely in place. She was completely at my mercy and it was so madly arousing. She tried to open her flower by widening her legs. She lifted her hips, telegraphing her desire so plainly for me to see.

I stripped of my clothes, my cock, now hard jutted solidly in front of me. I climbed up on the bed and straddled her chest. She could feel my naked balls upon her tits while I hung my cock just barely above her nose. She could smell my manhood and I watched as she tried to breath in the aphrodisiac that was my scent.

After a few moments, I began to inch down to that little wisp of a trail that pointed down at her now pulsating and drippingly wet yoni. Her scent was powerful, her need was omnipresent. She felt my hand caressing her thighs, she bucked and squirmed, trying desperately to get me to touch her quim.

I teased and probed, close to her folds I came, but I never touched. I could see her wetness, a bead of desire oozing out from between her deeper lips now peering out from behind her shallow folds.

My tongue unfurled and flicked her pussy. She gasped at the touch, ever so wanting more.

I dipped in again, this time, taking a firm swipe across its succulent flesh. Horny and wanting, wet and dripping, hungry and needing. I licked and licked and licked some more... as I listened to her moan and groan.

"Please, I'm so close, please."

"What do you want my little one?"

Please, more, more, lick me some more."

"What do you want?"

"I want to cum."

"What do you want?"

"I want you to fuck my pussy with your tongue and make me cum."

"Oh you do, huh?"

I went back to licking. Just licking.

"Yes, more, harder, please."

I did as she ask and closer and closer she got to the edge of her arousal.

"Yes, yes, YES..."

I stopped and just looked at her.

She moaned, "No, I am so close."

"I know my sweet little pet. You are not ready yet."

"Please."

"Shhh."

I slipped in two fingers and went back to licking.

I stroked her A-spot (yes, there is an A spot - even better than the G-spot).

She mumbled and groaned. Her hips lifted, she pulled at all four corners of the bed, she rocked her head from side to side. Once again, she was so close, almost to the point of cumming. And I stopped.

"No, no, no."

"Yes, yes, yes," I chuckled.

"UGH,"

I chuckled again.

I reached over to my little duffle bag of tricks and pulled out a glass dildo. One that was very cool to the touch, a nice juxtaposition to the heat of her arousal.

I spit on it until it was nice and slick and slipped it in.

No, not into her cunt, but into her ass. Slowly, until it was burred all the way.

She was stunned, but not disappointed. She had a dildo in her ass, my fingers in her cunt and my tongue on her pussy. The sensations were overwhelming, she was shaking from the alternation between arousal and denial.

Once again, she felt her orgasm beginning, and just as she was about to crashed over, I stopped again.

"FUCK, you bastard. FUCK, FUCK, FUCK"

I smiled... again reach into my toy bag and pulled out some Japanese clovers.. and stuck them on her nipples.

"OW, that hurts."

"I know, they are pretty tight." But I did not remove them.

"OW, they hurt, take them off."

"No, ,I won't."

"Damn, THEY HURT."

"YEP"

"FUCK YOU ASSHOLE, take them off, now!"

I grabbed the dildo and started to move it in and out of her ass. I flicked her very swollen little bud with my thumb while I fingered her hole.

'FUCK, OW, MMM, FUCK, OOOH, UMMM, YES, NO, AAAH..."

I pulled my fingers out and smacked her pussy. She jumped at the sudden intrusion of the clit spanking, but didn't say anything. She just bit her lip and moaned. A few more times I spanked her pussy... hard! She squirmed and wormed.

I leaned down and sucked her clit into my mouth. I bit on it. She jumped. I suckled and licked, and caressed and blew cool air.

"OH MY GOD, YES"

I sucked.

"YES, YES... "

I could feel her climbing up again... getting closer and closer,

I sucked and licked and spit and and chewed and blew...

She moaned and tossed and pulled and squirmed and shook and groaned.

And just as she was at the precipice yet again. I yanked on the nipple clamps pulling them off suddenly. She had forgotten they were there, but when I pulled them off, the blood which had been denied a presence in her tight little nipples came flooding back in, bringing a searing pain she had never felt before...

But before it could registered as such, I mashed my face deeper between her legs and sucked, bit and licked her clit for all it was worth. I stroked her pussy, my fingers going in and out and all the while twirled and twisted the glass dildo deep into her ass. I tongued fucked her for all I was worth, shaking my head vigorously as I stabbed at her gaping wet hole...

"OOOOOHHHHHHH FUCKKKK MEEEEEE," she wailed, as she orgasm crested over...

"AAAIIEIEEEEE... OOOOOH..... FUCK, FUCK, FUCK...." and then she tensed, shuddered, pulled at all four corners, lifted her ass and screamed at the top of her lungs...

And passed out.

A few minutes later, when she came to and her wits came back to her. She smiled. I pulled the blindfold off, but left her restraint on.

She lifted her head and gazed deep into my head peering from between her shivering legs. "You bastard," she said, and smiled.

I got up, left the dildo in her ass, straddled up to her face, my still hard cock waving in her face.

"Let me suck it, please," she asked.

No, I have something better in mind as I lifted myself off of her until I laid along atop...

I pushed my cock head to just atop the entrance to her now very sloppily wet pussy.

"Shall I."

She nodded yes and as she did, I slowly slipped my full, thick, turgid length deep inside.. and began my own sojourn up the wall of my orgasm tower....

She too, began her own climb...

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