Tom and Johanna

The sun was shining brightly through the windows when I got up and greeted the day. Johanna, an old school friend of my wife's, would be staying with us tonight. She was in town for a seminar and had asked if she could stay with us. Of course we agreed, after all, we were good hosts.

As I walked down the stairs, I could already hear Johanna's cheerful laughter. She was a lively woman with brown hair that reached perfectly her tits. Her skin had a warm, olive tone that revealed her roots. But what really caught my attention were her stunning breasts. They were large and full, almost perfectly shaped.

When I entered the kitchen, I saw Johanna in a tight-fitting top that emphasized her curves. It was so tight that I could imagine the soft fabric stretching over her breasts and making her nipples stand out slightly. My gaze drifted further down and I could see the fabric sliding over her hips and her tight bottom. I felt a slight excitement stirring inside me, but I quickly pushed the thought aside. After all, she was a good friend of my wife and it would be inappropriate to have such thoughts.

Johanna noticed my gaze, smiled and came towards me. As she embraced me, I could smell the scent of her perfume, a seductive blend of flowers and vanilla. Her body felt warm and soft and I could feel the touch of her breasts on my chest. A small shiver ran down my spine as our bodies touched for a brief moment.

A few hours later, Johanna and I sat in the living room and talked animatedly about various topics. My wife like every Wednesday at the adult education center. It was a pleasant conversation in which we got to know each other better.

Suddenly, I noticed Johanna turn to the side, lost in thought, and open a drawer. My heartbeat quickened when I saw that it was the drawer where we kept our bondage toys. I felt a tinge of embarrassment. She pulled out a silk scarf and looked at it curiously.

Her eyes sparkled with interest and perhaps even a certain curiosity. An uncertain smile played around her lips as she moved the scarf back and forth between her fingers. At that moment, it was as if the air between us was electrically charged. The awkward silence pressed down on us and I didn't know how to react. She looked at me questioningly.

I cleared my throat slightly to break the tension and said with a nervous smile, "Oh, that's our private toy, Johanna. I'm sorry you came across it. "My voice sounded a little uncertain as I tried to bring the situation back to an appropriate level.

Johanna looked at me with a mischievous smile and put the silk scarf back in the drawer. "Don't worry, Tom. Everyone has their little secrets and preferences," she said with a hint of seduction in her voice.

“Tom, tell me," Johanna began cautiously, looking at me with an exciting sparkle in her eyes, "what's it actually like to be tied up? I mean, I've heard about it and it made me curious." I felt my pulse quicken. Johanna was an attractive woman, and her openness made my thoughts wander in an enticing direction.

Still, I knew I had to be careful.

I tried to choose my words carefully. "Well, Johanna, this is a very intimate thing I share with my wife. It's about trust and surrender when she's immobile. It allows us to act out our lust and desires in a different way. "

Johanna leaned a little closer to me and whispered: "Can you give me an example, Tom? A little insight into this world?"

A slight smile played around my lips. "Well, for example, we use soft silk sheets to gently tie my wife to the bed. Then I explore every inch of her body with my hands. I pamper her with tender touches, kiss her erogenous zones and slowly increase the intensity until she trembles with pleasure."

Johanna bit her lip sensually and her eyes widened. "That sounds. . . very exciting, Tom. I can imagine how intense the experience must be."

I could feel my excitement slowly building, but I had to control myself. "Yes, it's definitely a very intimate and exciting experience. But it's important that both partners treat each other with consent and trust. It's about respecting each other's needs and desires and exploring boundaries together."

"If you wanted to try it out, how far would you go?" she asked. My mind wandered to the deepest fantasies I lived out with my wife. But I had to control myself and consider the consequences of my words.

"Johanna, it's important to understand that this kind of play requires a lot of responsibility and trust," I replied in a slightly hoarse voice. "It's crucial that both partners agree and set clear boundaries. But if you really want to know how far I would go, then let me tell you that I'm ready to take you to the deepest depths of pleasure."

Johanna looked at me with a mix of curiosity and excitement. "And what would you do, Tom? What would you do to me if I was at your mercy?" A demanding expression came into my eyes.

"I would explore you with my hands, Johanna. I would caress every curve of your body, explore your erogenous zones and drive you crazy with sensual touches. I would pamper you with my tongue, increase your lust and drive you to ecstasy. And if you wish, I would take you with my hardness and lead you to the climax of passion."

Johanna swallowed hard and her eyes shone with desire. "That sounds incredibly intense, Tom. I can imagine how fulfilling and arousing that must be."

My voice deepened as I answered her: "It's a world of lust and devotion, Johanna. A world in which all taboos and inhibitions disappear. A world in which boundaries are quickly crossed. That's why it's important to know and communicate your own boundaries. Only then can both of you fully enjoy the game of desire."

Johanna nodded, her cheeks slightly flushed. "Thank you, Tom, for being so honest with me. I'll think about it and explore my own desires. "

There was a hint of excitement in the air, and I couldn't deny that my own desires were igniting. My mind began to wander wildly as I imagined Johanna lying naked in front of me. The idea of her exposed body, her soft skin and her tantalizing curves made my senses tremble. My eyes would feast on the sight of her as I explored every single line and contour of her body.

I imagined her lying on the bed, her hair slightly disheveled and her breathing fast and excited. Her breasts, firm and full, would lie seductively before me, ready to be caressed and kneaded by my hands. My desire to feel her nipples between my fingers and gently twirl them became more and more intense.

My gaze would continue to wander over her flat stomach, down to her smooth pubis. I wonder if she was shaved? The idea of feeling her aroused clitoris between my lips and pampering it with my tongue made my body tremble with desire. I could literally taste the sweet flavor of her arousal on my tongue and sense the tantalizing aroma of her lust in the air.

My hands would glide over her hips, stroke along her thighs and finally move towards her aroused center. I would massage her with my fingers, feel her moisture and devote myself entirely to fulfilling her lust. My thoughts were filled with the many ways I could make her quiver and moan.

"Sorry, Johanna," I said when I realized that I was distracted and hadn't even offered her anything to drink. "What would you like to drink? I can bring you something. "

Johanna smiled and replied, "A glass of wine would be nice, Tom. Maybe you have a good red wine in the cellar? Take your time to chose" "Of course, Johanna. I have a very special red wine. I'll get it for you in a minute. "

I made my way to the cellar, my thoughts still filled with erotic fantasies with Johanna. But I had to pull myself together. I opened the wine cellar and searched for the bottle I had in mind. When I found the red wine, I could already smell the aroma of ripe berries and spices. I picked up the bottle and felt the coolness of the glass against my skin. A shiver of anticipation ran through my body.

When I returned to the living room, I froze for a moment when I actually saw Johanna naked in front of me. My eyes wandered over her exposed body. She had tied one of the ropes around her stomach.

Her naked breasts, firm and full, rose and fell with every breath. The nipples were hard and expectant, ready to be touched and pampered by my lips. The excited heat of her lust was reflected in her gaze as she looked at me challengingly. My desire intensified with each passing moment as I recognized the provocative devotion in her gaze. I could literally feel my own body finally reacting to her naked splendor, my manhood standing up hard and aroused.

"Johanna. . . " I said in a hoarse voice, my eyes fixed greedily on her. "You look breathtaking. "

Johanna moved towards me with incredible grace, every movement of her naked body a sensual temptation. Her hips swayed slightly, her breasts bounced seductively and her pubic area glistened with excitement. She slowly came closer and my breathing became heavier as she handed me the end of the rope.

Her fingers gently stroked my palm as she handed me the rope, and an electrifying shiver ran through my body. The rope felt rough and at the same time tantalizingly soft as I held it in my hands.

"Tom," Johanna whispered with a mixture of lust and surrender, "Take Me to the Bedroom. . . Master."