Ashley was absolutely beaming, now. “Okay, ready?”
“Lemme have it.”
With that, she tore upon the wrapper and extracted the prophylactic from its package. She handled the thing cumbersomely but confidently as she examined it closely. As she approached me, I realized that I had probably never been harder in my entire life than I was at that moment, and an electric shock ran through me as soon as she wrapped her left hand around the shaft to move it into position.
She’d said she’d never done this before, but she was proceeding like a pro. She had me expertly dressed in less than thirty seconds, at which point she gingerly exclaimed, “Done!”
I had to laugh at this. Somehow, I was starting to relax. I just kept telling myself to go with it and stop thinking so much. Perhaps I was beginning to listen.
“Are you ready,” she asked casually, as if we were about to watch a movie.
“Come here,” I answered.
She swung a leg over me, and it was clear that with the height of the bench, she was not tall enough to reach the top of my shaft to take me in. Apparently quite the problem solver, she slid upward on me, my manhood pinned under her to my belly, until her entrance was even with the tip. Then she stood as high as she could, leaned forward with incredible poise and balance, reached back to take hold of me, and guided me into her as she moved slowly backward. She did this without ceremony, but certainly not without grace.
As I felt Ashley’s sex slowly take me in, I was amazed by how tight she was. Had she not been so wet, this surely would’ve been painful for her. It may have been painful anyway.
Then I stopped thinking, and allowed myself to be mesmerized by the experience unfolding over me. I realized that since she’d first straddled me, she’d been looking me in the eyes. It wasn’t for guidance; there were no questions in her look. Only concentration. It didn’t matter, anyway. As her warm folds enveloped me, I understood that there was nowhere else I’d rather be. She was perfect, and, right now, she was mine.
The process seemed to take forever, and I desperately needed to fill her. Finally, I felt her smooth mound touch my pelvis, and I knew that she’d taken all of me. She stopped here briefly, then slowly began to rock back into a vertical position, putting more pressure on me and forcing more of my manhood into her. Her eyes still on mine, once she was upright, I felt her shift all of her weight onto me as she lifted her feet from the ground, and my hands came to rest on her thighs. Once she’d established the balance she was comfortable with, and she was using her hands on my abdomen only to maintain that balance, she closed her eyes.
“Oo, isn’t this nice,” she cooed. I bathed in her beauty. She was surely the most lovely creature I had ever seen. She sat motionless, impaled on top of me. This was, quite possibly, the greatest moment of my life. After a few minutes of her balanced atop me, she opened her eyes.
“Okay,” she chirped, “Ready to try something new?”
“There’s more,” I asked, genuinely perplexed.
“I’ll be right back.” Then, after all the effort she’d just put in to getting herself into position, she reversed the procedure, sliding upwards off of me. When she’d finally cleared me, she shifted her weight to the side and swung her free leg back over, and she was off me. “Don’t go anywhere.”
“Don’t worry.” I meant it. I smiled as I tasted her on my goatee.
She went to her purse, and recovered the thing I’d forgotten about, then started playfully swaying back to the bench.
“Okay, what have you got there?” I was actually eager to find out.
With fiery excitement, “Your handcuffs!” She swung them around to display the cuffs I’d absent-mindedly left on the center console, which she must have picked up when my back was turned.
“What do you want with those?” Of course, I knew the answer, but that couldn’t be right. She had submitted to me, hadn’t she? Even if she hadn’t, it still looked like she had, didn’t it?
“I want to cuff your hands behind your back while I ride you.”
Oh my god. Somehow, she had just uttered the most beautiful words ever spoken, and they sounded wrong. She was telling me to submit to her. This teenage girl was taking control. I couldn’t stop it. I couldn’t say no. I didn’t want to say no. I was hesitant and eager and confused and utterly certain. This was not what I wanted ten seconds ago, but it’s what I wanted now.
Apparently, I was taking too long answer. “Oh, please, can I?” My god, she was so damned cute.
Still trying to be cool, “Sure.”
She actually jumped with joy. “Yay! Okay, put your hands behind your back.” It was difficult, as the bulk of the bench made wrapping my arms around it backward nearly painful. Once the cuffs were closed, however, and I was able to relax my arms, I became quite comfortable.
“Comfy?” She was precious.
“Yup,” I answered truthfully.
“Good.” Ashley started walking toward her dress, and I began to panic. “Okay, I’m just going to run down to your car for a sec and I’ll be right back, I promise.”
Fears of my car, my clothes, my wallet, and everything else I had here being stolen and me being discovered in this most immodest position were diminished only slightly by the fact that she’d just voluntarily reassured me, rather than called me a sucker. My erection was fading rapidly, though, a fact that did not escape her attention.
She made her way back to me while redressing, and began lovingly massaging my softening manhood. “Oh, don’t be worried. I promise I’m just going to your car, then I’ll be right back. Trust me?”
Like I had a choice. Best to not antagonize her. “Okay, I trust you.”
“Good.” With that, she gave my shaft one good squeeze, then reached into my shorts and retrieved my keys before sauntering off. “Be right back!” Then she disappeared from sight, and I felt a little like throwing up.
VI. I heard some talking, but only Ashley’s voice, and I couldn’t make out the words. Did she have a cell phone? I then heard my trunk open and close, and a few minutes later, Ashley reappeared carrying my bag of tricks, and I got a little dizzy.
“Told you I’d be right back,” and she dropped the bag next to me. “Okay, after you were so assertive that you don’t mess around with kids’ stuff when I asked you about your handcuffs, I figured that you might have more stuff with you. So, I looked in your trunk and found these.”
She must have seen the fear in my eyes, because she continued. “Oh, hey, don’t freak out, okay? Right now I just want to put these ankle cuffs on you, too, and that’s it, I promise.” My hesitation was apparently obvious. “Please? It’s just to complete the… Scene? You’re already handcuffed, so adding the ankle cuffs doesn’t really make a real difference. It just completes the mood.” She pulled my condom off and started stroking my utterly defeated manhood again. Pouting at me, she added, “Please? You’ll enjoy it, I promise.”
Fuck it. “Okay, sure.”
Ashley didn’t say anything, but her uncontrollable giddiness reappeared in full force. She had to know I was uneasy, and she winked at me, then started sucking me. It took only a few moments of her attention to return me to full hardness. Once she’d achieved her goal, she withdrew and smiled at me before again removing her dress, and her boots this time, too. Then she took out the leg irons, and fastened them together under the bench. Again, once the fastening was complete and I relaxed, I was comfortable.