Postby Saphira » Thu Sep 15, 2011 10:24 am
Present
As I walked towards the washing machine to finally take care of the sheet, I passed my bikini, covered in sand, in a lump on the floor. I chuckled as I recalled the haste with which I had pulled it off of him last night. It had been an intense 24 hours thus far, and I fervently hoped that tonight would keep the pace. We would both be going our separate ways in the morning, and I wanted to make this last night memorable, to say the least.
I started a load of laundry, and then went back to check and see how his legs were doing. I entered the bedroom to find him changing into a comfortable pair of clothes, and he suggested we go into town. It was about a 2 mile walk, so it'd be nice to get some fresh air and talk some more. I agreed and went to put on one of my old sundresses that I knew he loved so much. As I slid it over my head, I felt him watching me and smiled, hoping that he was still up for some physical treatment.
A little while later, after I had curled my hair, and he had cleaned out the shower, we set off. It was another gorgeous day, and walking along the road on the side of a cliff, I looked down to see an entire forest brilliantly shining with many different autumn colors. Though nature was beginning to show her seasonal beauty, I looked to my other side and was just as, if not more, stunned. The afternoon sun gleamed off of his blonde hair, and his slightly tanned arms looked quite muscular in his T-shirt. He caught me staring, and gave me a playful shove, and an all-knowing look. I smiled back and knocked my body into his which caused us both to laugh.
When we reached the town, our first stop was to obtain some water. He got his plain, and I put a slice of lemon in mine, which earned me another eye roll for my tasteful ways. We continued around, and finally came upon a well-known outlet store. Upon entering, the saleslady immediately regaled him with all of the sales going on in the men's department, and I humorously watched as he tried to escape the conversation. He grabbed a few things to appease her, and then made his way back to me. I actually liked a few of the pieces that he had chosen, so he went to go find a dressing room and try them on. A moment or two later, after selecting a few items for myself, I made my way back there as well. I knocked on his door to see how we was coming along, and when he opened it, I couldn't contain myself anymore; he looked so good. I forcefully pushed him back into the room, and didn't give him a chance to breathe as I continued to kiss him. I slowly slid my hands under his shirt and up his chest to feel his stomach, when suddenly, we heard the saleslady approach. I wasn't about to give him up that easily, so I jumped and wrapped my legs tightly around his waist for support. When she knocked and asked how he was doing, I simply moved my lips across his jaw and then down on to his neck so that he could answer her. He cleared his throat, and breathlessly stated that he was fine. She must have caught something in his tone though because she paused for a second, but then continued on her way. It was back to his lips in that same moment, and I moaned his name a few times. Teasingly though, I stopped shortly afterward, and held him back so that he couldn't finish what I had started. Our clothes were rumpled as we exited the room, and I purchased a few of my things before we left the store.
We headed towards a park so that we could rest for a bit, but that was the last thing that I had on my mind. I secretly felt inside my bag for the few belts that I had gotten, and smiled. We reached a secluded picnic table, and sat down on the same side, facing out. We relaxed in silence for a bit, but my hand found its way over to his leg eventually, and it started again. I firmly pushed his back down onto the long wooden seat, and crawled on top of him. As I held him down with my weight, I reached into my bag for 2 belts. With the first one, I managed to pull his hands down under the bench, and securely belt them together. And with the second, I slid down his body, making sure that my hands touched as much of him as possible, and did the same with his legs. He now resembled a hog tied around a stick above a fire, and couldn't move anywhere unless I wanted to rotate him.
We were still in public, however, and I knew that any sounds he made would draw attention to us, so I fished the lemon slice out of the bottom of my water and stuck it in his mouth. He cringed and puckered at the sour taste, but was unable to spit it out. I looked around at what I had bought, and chose my third and final belt to do my bidding. It was very modern looking, seeing as how it was made out of chain links. I removed his shirt, and undid the button on his jeans and slid them down as far as they would go, so only his boxers covered his lower half. His legs were still a light pink shade as I manipulated the belt under his left thigh so that one end was between his legs, and one end was on the outside. His body arched off of the bench as he felt the cool metal, but the belts held him down very nicely. I slowly began to roll it up and down underneath him, and when he started to jerk again, I clasped the two ends together so that the belt was now in a tight circle. As I raised it higher and higher, he began to moan and muffle words that I couldn't interpret. His head lifted up for a few seconds to see what I was doing, but he couldn't hold it up for long. I kept the rolling up for another minute, then moved it out from under his leg. I took one end and whipped it against his hip bone, which made him cry out in pain. I whooshed it down on to his skin in a variety of different places: his upper arm, his stomach, his sides, and I even managed to roll him over enough to strike at his bottom. Though it wasn't hard enough to cause true pain, it did leave marks wherever it struck, and his eyes started to water as well. I decided that enough was enough, so I put the belt away, and got some ice out of my drink to cool him down.
I took a piece and began to drag it all over his body, starting at his legs and working up. I lingered on the red marks, and he whimpered when it was left there for too long. I went three pieces of melted ice before his body was sufficiently covered in water, then I slid his jeans back up and unbelted his arms and legs. He took the lemon and out of his mouth, and gagged for a second or two before he recovered. He held his head in his hands, and I went to kiss the back of his neck. He looked up at me, and I thought he would storm away at first. But then, much to my delight, he grabbed my head and forcefully pushed me down to kiss me. We happily encompassed each other's mouths for a while, and at the very end, I thought to myself that this was indeed going to be a very pleasant end to our stay together.
"So here’s your song, it's twisting me; I'd give anything to make you scream" -Mayday Parade