Helplessly Devoted

In my dreams, I might have fantasised about something similar, but in reality, it was never going to happen - or was it? I tried to reach for the door handle, hoping she would have had enough fun at my expense, but instead, she pulled me onto her - I felt her soft bosom compress against my heaving chest, before her lips latched onto mine and almost at once, all thoughts of escaping evaporated into thin air. Her hands were everywhere and she didn't object when I stroked her back, feeling her bra through the delicate material of her blouse.
She pushed me gently, about two inches from her lips, her scent still filling my flaring nostrils trying to savour the moment in case it was to be my last - she spoke,
"Be honest - you want me don't you? Admit it!"
"Of course I do. I'm shy not an idiot!"
In response her hands began unbuttoning my shirt, tossing it on the bed with all the coats - I would have loved to reciprocate, but I was frozen with anticipation and I watched incredulously as her hands made their way to my zipper. A second later and my trousers were around my ankles, followed by my boxers. My throat was so dry, I couldn't swallow. Just where were her hands heading next? Her fingers were like gossamer as she eased my foreskin back and when she told me to hold it there, I obeyed in disbelief.
She dipped her hand into her purse and as if by magic, withdrew it holding a pretty pink ribbon, which she proceeded to wrap tightly around my glans groove, finishing with a pretty bow flourish. I was bewitched unable to take it all in as she spoke once more,
"That's better - it looks pretty now. I can just imagine you inside me with the bow teasing my magic spot - can you?"
"Oh, yes!" I lied.
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