Everything about the stunning platinum-blonde customer turned me on. I watched her surreptitiously as she waited her turn in line

She was dressed all in black, with shiny leather boots that disappeared beneath a long, lace-edged skirt. How high up did those boots go? I wanted to know. Unlike the rest of the customers in line, she wasn’t on a phone. She simply waited, and every so often, she’d look at me.

Her eyes were a dark blue ringed in cobalt mascara. They were striking, and I felt when she looked at me that she knew me, knew my fantasies, knew that I imagined going on my knees in front of her and ever so slowly raising the hem of her skirt. There was a challenge in her eyes, as if she was saying, “You up for it, boy? Do you dare?”

I did. I dared. When I passed her the coffee, I let my hand brush against hers. She shot me a half smile and said, “You have good, strong hands.”

I’d never really given my hands much thought before.

Then she added, “I’d like to see them cuffed.”

At first, I thought I must have misheard her, but the look in her eyes said I hadn’t. When she gave me her money, she added her business card to the bills. “Call me if you’re interested,” she said.

I was interested. Her name was Stella. She worked in banking. Even the font on her card was domineering. It took willpower, and the fact that we had a steady stream of customers, for me not to drop everything and call right then. As soon as I could take a break, I dialed her digits.

She answered the phone immediately, as if she was expecting me. She didn’t bother to ask who was calling, did not wait to hear me stammer.

“I’m glad you got up the nerve to call. Let’s see what else you can get up tonight. At six.” She gave me her address.

The remainder of my shift passed in a series of waking wet dreams. My dick was hard on and off all afternoon as I fantasized about what this woman would want from me, what she might do to me. What I hoped she’d do to me, honestly. I had never felt such an instant connection with a stranger before. The way her eyes had skirted over me, summed me up, and devoured me was the hottest foreplay I’d ever experienced. I wondered what would happen when I arrived at her place, when we were away from the watching eyes of others, when nothing else mattered but the heat and fire between us.

She answered her door dressed in the same boots. But she’d taken off the long skirt, the turtleneck and the coat. Instead, she had on stockings that reached her thighs, a garter belt, panties, and a bustier. I couldn’t believe she’d opened the door like that. What if her neighbors saw? She didn’t seem to have any such worries. She slowly ushered me in, and then she cocked her head at me, as if I ought to know what to do next.

“It was the hottest foreplay I had ever experienced”

I might not have mentally, but physically, my body took over. I dropped to my knees on her hardwood floor. She gave me a wink and motioned for me to follow after her. I crawled, feeling how turned on I was, paying attention to the sound of her heels on the floor, to the way her ass looked in those form-fitting panties. I wanted to kiss her all over. I wanted to pull the panties to the side and tongue-fuck her asshole. I was a mess of yearnings, a ball of cravings.

When we arrived in her bedroom, she had me strip. Then she said. “You have such gorgeous big hands. I wanted to bind them as soon as I saw them.” She positioned me on her bed and cuffed my wrists together over my head. I was face-up, my dick pointing at the ceiling, my heart rate accelerating.

I wondered what she would do next. Luckily for me, I didn’t have to wait long to find out. She straddled my face and said, “You served me well at the café today. Let’s see what you can do when you’re off the clock.”

Her pussy was covered by her panties, but I didn’t hesitate to run my tongue down the groove I could make out beneath the satiny material. Immediately, I won the taste of her sweet juices even through the fabric. She made a soft moan deep in her throat and ground down. I sucked harder, drawing both fabric and her pussy lips into my mouth. She leaned against me, and she interlaced her fingers with mine over my head. I felt a pull inside me at the gesture. She was holding on to me as I worked her. I made it my mission to get her off. I licked and tugged at her split through those panties until she really thrust hard against my face and came.

I could tell when the climax broke for her. She cried out and then bucked against me several times in rapid succession. Then, to my supreme delight, she pushed back and kissed me on the mouth. I guessed she was tasting her creamy goodness on my lips. I had never savored such sweetness before.

She moved aside and tugged her panties off. Then she spooned on the mattress with me, one of her long, boot-clad legs overlapping my naked limbs.

“What do you want?” she asked me.

I wondered how she’d feel if I said exactly what was going though my mind. I wanted to fuck her. I was desperate to feel my cock plunge inside that warm, sexy pussy.

“What do you want?” she repeatedly more sternly. This time, she raked her long nails along my chest. She paused to pinch my nipples in turn. I groaned and my hips rose off her mattress as if on their own accord. I wanted everything, all at once.

“I want to fuck you,” I confessed. “If that’s okay, that is. If you’ll let me…”

She smiled at my flailing. Then she gripped my dick in her fist and said, “I won’t let you fuck me yet, but I’ll fuck you.”

I didn’t know exactly what she was offering, but I was excited to find out. She lifted a bottle of lube from her nightstand, and she lubed up her fingers while I watched. With her eyes locked on mine, she traced her fingertips around my anus. I whimpered in spite of myself. Then she insinuated the tip of one finger inside me. My hard-on quivered. She seemed to take pity on me because she bent and licked the pre-come from the slit in my cockhead.

“Oh, fuck,” I sighed.

She pushed her finger farther into me. I realized I could hear a half-moan, half-sob sound in the room. It was my voice! I hadn’t even realized that I was making any noise at all.

“Be loud for me,” she said, offering sultry words of encouragement. “Let me know how much you like me fucking your asshole.”

“I like it.” I was practically babbling. I didn’t want her to stop. Not ever. And then she stopped.

“Could you come from me touching you like this?”

I nodded quickly.

“Then show me.”

She resumed fingering my asshole, and I concentrated on doing what she had requested. Would I be able to climax without any stimulation to my cock? My body answered that when she pushed a second finger inside me and whispered that as soon as I came, she was going to get her strap-on. Her words took me to the edge. I shot my load in a steady stream. The come spattered down on my chest and lower belly. Stella was in motion even as the jism was still spraying down on me. She reached for a strap-on and harness and prepared herself to fuck my well-primed ass and make my every wicked dream come true. It was unbelievably hot, but that’s a story for a different letter.