She untied my ankles. Then my wrists. Gratefully, I massaged my wrists, but she grabbed me and turned me over. My wrists were bound together behind my back, my ankles bound again to the bed. In spite of myself, I was still aroused. Maybe this wasn’t so bad after all. Her voice was husky.
“Shame on you, going to singles bars, looking for mature women.”
And she spanked me. I yelped and tried to twist away. No luck.
“Shame on you, making love in a public place.”
She spanked me again. My bottom was burning.
“Shame on you, thinking you could have your way with me.”
Another spank.
I lay there gasping, and suddenly felt her slide her fingers into my still-drenched mature pussy. My ass was on fire, and the sudden pleasure was too much. I came instantly. And I came hard.
She didn’t stop. She spanked me, played with me, spanked me, and played with me. I was so sore, so aroused.
I felt her untying my ankles. My wrists next. She rolled me over and ripped the blindfold off. She knelt above me, staring at me in the dim light. I looked up at her in wonder. And fear. And longing.
“Make me cum,” she whispered.
As I reached for her, delirious with desire, I realized I didn’t even know her name.