This Is It

Once more the energy between us changes, this time returning to something friendly and far less intimate. Heather pulls my pajama shirt back up my arms and over my shoulders. She smooths out the wrinkles and arranges the collar before buttoning me back up again. When the last one is fastened she presses her palm to my chest and runs her hand down the seam to ensure the buttons laid right as well. She glances up at me and smirks. I was already smiling. Each time she did this kind of thing I enjoyed it more than the last. It was really quite nice to be looked after. Leaning in Heather reaches around me with both arms to begin to untie the hose binding my wrists. It surely would have been easier to get up and walk around to do it but, Heather being Heather, she chooses instead to sneak in an extra hug in the process. Once free she brings my wrists around to the front and lays them over my thighs so that she could inspect their condition. Seeing that the nylon had not bit my skin she gives my hands a pat then rises to her feet. My grin widens as I admire her soft figure, plump boobs and fat, flaccid member hovering a couple feet in front of me. Pausing a moment Heather watches me for a few second ogle her before stepping back.

“Fetch me my robe?” She asks sweetly with a wave of her hand toward where it had fallen.

“Yes, Ma’am.” My sweaty ass peels from the seat of the chair as I hurry to retrieve her robe.

Instead of taking it from me when I return she hold an arm out. Reading her desire I feed an arm over her hand and pull the robe across her shoulders. Standing behind her I aid her in putting on the other sleeve. “Now that is being a gentleman.” She says happily while pulling the robe over her body and tying the belt. Reaching over to caress my cheek she turns her head to look at me. “Thank you, baby. For everything.”

“It was my pleasure.”

She scrunches her nose and twists her mouth in an expression of ‘yuck’ and quips. “Oh, I know!”

We laugh that easy laugh of ours.

“I swear I won’t do that again. Um, given the chance.”

Patting my chest she says. “I’ll get you whipped into shape. Given the chance.”

“Whipped!?”

“Figuratively speaking of course.” She steps in to pinch my bare bottom. “Now quit wavin that cute ass of yours around and get some pants on.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

Once dressed I am sent from the room as she cleans up. Sliding the chair back into its place at the table I am absolutely buzzing from what I’d just experienced. The bondage, the show, that intense hug in the middle, even just obeying her little request for her robe, everything about what had just happened had my heart dancing a joyous jig. Heather and I had crossed a line tonight. We were closer than we had ever been and I couldn’t have been happier. It was a bittersweet high knowing what I knew but in the mood I was in I could only taste the sweet. When I go to take a piss I cannot contain the laugh as I see the red lip-shaped blotches of lipstick dotted all across my face and neck. It was such a shame to have to wash them off.

I was super energized despite my weary body and post-nut glow. Like before when I worked out the other night I was filled with this compulsion to DO something. Something useful. Something to improve myself. Far too tired for exercise I focus my momentum elsewhere.

“Whatcha reading?” She asks when she enters the main room a few minutes later. I hear the padding of her bare feet on the wood floor as she approaches the sofa from behind.

“Oh, just this stuff from work.” I hold up the thick binder up to show her. “Gotta have it all read by Monday.”

“You are a worker bee, aren’t ya?” She says warmly as she rustles my hair. “I’m putting a kettle on. Would you like a tea?”

“Yes please.”

“Milk? Sugar?”

After a beat I answer mirthfully. “Got any honey?”

“Ha!” She chuckles. “Yes, Elliot. I’ve got some regular honey.”

“That’ll have to do I guess.”

“Cheeky man.”

She puts on some music, a relaxing smooth jazz, then finds the kettle. As I plod through the manual one dull page at a time water is boiled, tea steeped, and cups prepared. When I hear the tinkle of spoon against ceramic I’m about to get up to get mine but Heather tells me to stay where I am and brings it to me. In one easy motion she sets my tea on the little end table to my left while kissing my head then settles in beside me. She opens her woman’s magazine over her lap and begins to read as she sips her hot tea. Though my eyes are on the open pages I am struck, not for the first time, of just how nice this was. Like slipping into an old favorite sweater everything just…fit. This. This simple, domestic moment right here. This was how life was supposed to be.

I look over at Heather who glances back with a giggle. Bumping her shoulder into mine she settles in tighter against me and returns to her reading. With a soft sigh I take a sip of my sweet tea and return to mine.

As she reads Heather yawns, then yawns again a minute later. Her lids were getting heavy. Finishing her tea she sets the cup back into its saucer on the coffee table and tosses the magazine beside it.

“Going to bed?” I ask, realizing that my titty suck might not happen tonight.

“Mm. Not yet.” Gently she lifts the binder from my lap and rests it on the arm of the sofa. Her head slides down my body and her legs stretch out across the couch and before I knew it she was using my thigh for a pillow. “I’m just gonna rest my eyes a little. You keep going, baby.” Looking up at me, her face still softly glowing from her orgasm. God she was beautiful! She smiles, presses her cheek into my tummy, takes in a deep breath through her nose, then closes her eyes and with a contented sigh lets her whole body relax. “Hmmmm.”

I try to read some more but it was no use. The face on my lap was simply too beautiful to ignore. She looked a satisfied woman and I suspected it went deeper than simply busting a nut. I know it sure did for me. Sitting as still as I can so as not to disturb her I watch as gradually her features soften into one of total tranquility. What tiny bit of tension remained in her body melts away, her lips part slightly, and before long her breathing is slow, deep, and steady. Carefully I close my binder and set it to the side.

“Heather.” I breath so softly that even if she’d been awake she might not have heard it. With the touch of a feather I very lightly run my palm over the soft fringe of her hair. “You’re making it real hard not to fall in love with you.”

“Hmm.” She coos softly as she shifts, turning her head to nuzzle deeper into my belly. “Mmmm.” In her shifting her left arm slumps to fall at her side, pulling the edge of her robe with it.

I stare hard at the slumbering penis that the motion had unveiled. Even limp she was bigger than me at my best yet seeing it now it looked so lovely and so feminine, like the rest of her soft, womanly body. It didn’t look out of place, not even a little, and again I am flush with that sense of everything being exactly how it should be. Why shouldn’t she have a penis? Why shouldn’t it be beautiful? Why shouldn’t I want it?

It was probably the honey talking. At least partially. I’d never had these yearnings before. How easy it would have been to reach over and touch it. I could probably even grab it without waking her. And once in my hand it would be nothing to stroke it tenderly. I bet it felt nice. I bet the skin is so supple. With my scent in her nose it would rouse easily without rousing her. My mouth began to water as I dreamed about the honey that flowed so easily and so copiously from her. It was right there if I wanted it.

Closing my eyes I take a long, deep breath. I open them again, reach over her slowly rising and falling bosom, and…gently fold the edge of the robe back over her groin.

The lights were on, the music was playing, and it was time for me hit the hay. But damned if I could bring myself to disturb this sleeping beauty. Settling in as comfortably as I could I cross my arms, lay my cheek against my shoulder, and close my eyes. To the…slow…regular…rhythm of her breath I drift away.

Despite my seated posture the welcome oblivion of slumber soon takes me. My sleep is deep and dark and dreamless, the only half-memory a distant, foggy awareness of a warm blanket being pulled over my prone body.