Tied and Taken - Sex Stories

Tied and Taken

... and retired early, at least for now. He was looking for some other opportunity but in no hurry. He had gotten divorced about three years earlier. I looked at him while he was speaking to see if there was any hint in his eyes that he was uncertain about me. I didn't see that. He went on to tell me that he had been dating several women but none seriously. "So, he isn't gay. Maybe bisexual," I thought to myself. "Does he know who I am?" The music began again and he reached across the table and took my hand. "Let's dance, Beautiful," he said. This time he held me closer. I felt my breasts against his chest. His hands slowly moved down so that they were on my bottom. It felt good. "Cute figure," he whispered in my ear. "You are very attractive." I felt his cheek against mine and then he gave me a small kiss on my cheek. As we danced, he began to tell me more about himself. He explained that he had dated several women lately but that none had been able to give him what he was looking for. He explained that sometimes it takes a special woman to do that. When he said that, I looked him in the eyes and smiled. "Well, maybe I am that special woman," I said, discarding all pretense of being hard to get. I watched as his lips came closer to mine. He gave me a short, sweet kiss. "I know you are special," he said. "Maybe that is what I am needing." "He knows," I thought. I was glad, as I didn't want to shock him if he was not aware that I was a "special woman". A longer kiss followed. His ...

... hands pulled my bottom closer until our hips touched and moved together with the music. We returned to our table and this time he pulled his chair next to mine. This time instead of holding my hand, he rested his hand on my bare leg just below my skirt. I put my hand on his leg high enough, but not too high. "I couldn't help but notice," he said, "but you have interesting earrings. Do you have interests other than dancing?" I flushed a bit and wondered how I was going to answer this question. "Oh, I have a lot of interests, Jim. Maybe we have some in common," I said, smiling. "Maybe so," he said. "Why don't we go back to my place and find out?" "Now is the moment of truth," I thought. "Do I agree? He is attractive. He appears to be strong and confident. Isn't this why I came here?" "Why don't we?" I said. Jim offered to drive me and bring me back to my car, but I wasn't still unsure about the situation so I told him that I would follow him in my car. He lived pretty close and in about fifteen minutes we pulled up in front of this large, brick house. I met him at the front door and he ushered me inside. It was sort of dimly lit with some candles glowing. I could tell that he was planning on bringing someone back here but probably not me. "How about a drink?" he offered. "Maybe a blow job?" I guess he saw the shocked look on my face. "I over heard your drink order at the club," he laughed. "Maybe some wine?" I smiled back and said, "A blow job sounds good." He returned quickly ...