A first weekend with Sara - Sex Stories

A first weekend with Sara

... you any problems with John, and I don’t want a jealous boyfriend turning up on my doorstep.”

Sara’s nervousness seemed to dissipate at my reply.

“That’s excellent. I’d really like to see more of you, and I do have to do something about John. I don’t want you to feel any responsibility for that. I think I’ve been putting off the inevitable for quite some time. I don’t want to hurt him but he must know it’s not really working.”

Our food arrived at this point which slowed conversation as we ate. I hadn’t realised quite how hungry I was. I cleared my plate before Sara even though she had less than me.

“I like to see a clean plate, good boy,” Sara remarked. That made me smile.

“Well, I’ve certainly built up an appetite this weekend.”

Sara smiled at this. “You’ll need your strength today.” She winked as she said this.

“What do you have in store for me?” I asked casually.

“That’s for me to know and for you to find out. I meant to ask about involving other people. I know you’re OK with Rachel but what about other women, and maybe men?”

“I think we should discuss any opportunities with others as they arise. I’m sure it will normally be fine but it pays to be a little careful. We need to explore each other’s limits before getting into anything that might over-stretch either of us.” I didn’t want her to damage her confidence by pushing anything too far.

“That makes sense to me,” she replied. “I didn’t mean straight away. Just food for thought really. I do ...

... like to let my imagination run wild but converting fantasy into reality can be difficult, or even impossible, sometimes.”

I knew what she meant. I noted how she and I were similar in so many ways.

The conversation drifted to more trivial matters at this point and having finished our coffees we were ready to leave.

As we stood Sara came up to me and kissed me. She gripped my now soft cock with her hand as she did so.

“That won’t do. I want you nice and hard for me.”

I hardened slightly at the thought and the roughness of my jeans stimulated me as we returned to my car. With further manual encouragement as we drove back to my flat I was fully hard by the time we pulled up.

As we walked to the building Sara held my hand.

“When we get inside, I’d like you to go and undress in the bedroom and then go and wait for me in the living room. I have an idea for a tie I’d like to try but you may have to talk me through how to do it.”

I said that was fine and we headed inside. I quickly undressed and headed for the living room. Sara took her time in the bedroom. When she joined me she was wearing my bathrobe and carrying quite a lot of rope. I wondered what she had in mind.

She dropped all the ropes on the sofa and came over to me. She took hold of my cock which had started to soften slightly.

“I want to keep your cock nice and hard. And I want to tie your arms behind your back using a box tie. I saw it on a site in the week and I liked how it looked.”

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