She was near my age, blonde, compact without being flyspeck, and she had a disarmament smile and an aura of contained sexuality—in short—she was thoroughgoing to my way of thought, and somehow I knew from the outset that she was very special.

I met her entirely by accident. I had a four day conference in Salina, Ks. that I had to serve in connection with my piece of work. Salina was just far enough from where I live that I decided to Quran a elbow room in the sphere rather than drive the four hour round misstep that it would adopt each day. Instead of getting a room in one of the many motels in Salina, I decided to book a room for three nighttime in a little town of about 3500 located 20 minutes south of Salina. I had heard that Lindsborg ( also known as Little Sverige around Kansas ) was a unique community that traded on its Swedish-American rootage to attract the tourer trade, and since the 1st day of the conference was mainly readjustment and receive spoken language ( which I didn't feeling compelled to attend ), I decided to ascertain in at the conference as early as possible, give ear the one of late morning seminar that I was matter to in, and tug back to Lindsborg to spend the afternoon exploring the town.

The break of the day of the league, I left my petty town shortly after 6:30 and drove to Salina, stopping only once in Hutchinson to grab some coffee berry. I arrived at the conference site at Kansas Wesleyan College shortly before nine. After registering, I wandered around the campus before the seminar began at 10:00. The seminar ended at noon and afterward I went to tiffin with some people who were in my discussion group at the seminar. We visited for a spell after eating, and I finally got on the road back to Lindsborg at about 1:30.

After checking in ( a bit early ) at my motel ( it was named The Viking motel quaintly reflecting the Swedish ethnical vehemence of the community of interests ), I set out to explore the town. I soon discovered that it was filled with little store, many of which featured arts and crafts with a distinct cultural smell. I also visited an art picture gallery, the Birger Sandzen Memorial Gallery, which featured some local artist as well as some nationally known single. After leaving the art gallery, I wandered down the main street, basically just window shopping. Passing one gift storehouse, I noticed a book video display. I rarely pass up the opportunity to surf if I have sentence, so I went in.

As I looked over the championship, I saw her for the showtime clock time. She stood at the end of the showing with a book opened, reading the inside cover. She was dressed casually in walking shorts and a v-necked T-shirt. Her clothing was neither compressed nor loose, but it was loaded enough for me to look up to the curve of her ass and the aristocratic fashion plate of her breasts underneath the textile. I chastised myself mentally for entertaining the opinion that her consistency aroused in me, especially since she appeared to be a very classy, good ma'am. . She caught me looking at her and smiled sweetly. I smiled back and turned my attention back to the shelves, hoping she wasn't thinking I was some old pervert. I quickly picked out a book, making love In The Time of Asiatic cholera by Gabriel Garcia Marquez. I had been meaning to translate it, and I decided I might as well use my evening to get started.

She was in strawman of me at the checkout. Again I found myself admiring her sweetly rounded ass and the way her blonde whisker graced the bend of her neck opening. I was close enough to reek her perfume which I found cryptic and erotic. She paid and walked out. I stepped to the replication and paid for my book, got my reception, and headed for the door, still thinking about her. As I stepped through the door, I ran smack into her. Apparently, she had forgotten something and was coming back into the store. The collision knocked her shopping bag from her hand and her books scattered onto the sidewalk. I mumbled a lame apology saying,"I am sooo sorry. I promise to get a seeing-eye dog if you will just forgive me."As dumb as that sounded, she laughed. I knew then she had a charitable heart as well as a lovely jest. I bent over and began picking up her Word. I couldn't help but notice that one of them was Fifty spook of Grey. I rose up to reach her the playscript and found myself momentarily staring at her privates. I probably turned fifty shades of red, but she pretended not to notice. I returned her al-Qur'an, apologized again, and went on my way.

I wandered around a bit more, checking out a few shops and admiring the good luck charm of the townsfolk, before deciding it was time to get something to eat. In my ramblings, I had noticed a place called The Sugar shack which looked like a distinctive hamburger stick and that suited my motive just fine, so I headed there. When I entered, it was obvious the piazza was really interfering and I couldn't see a post to sit. I started back to the doorway, I heard a sweetened feminine spokesperson,"Would you like to sit with me ?"I turned and there she was, seated in a small Booth by herself, her adorable blond hair shining from the overhead light."wellspring, if you're sure you don't mind, I'd love to."She smiled and gestured at the discharge seat across from her in the booth.

She introduced herself as Susie and I reciprocated, giving her my gens. I ordered my dinner party ( she had already ordered hers ), and while we waited, we had a jape about our mishap earlier at the memory. She asked me about what book I had bought. I still had it with me, so I took it out of the bag and she looked it

over. That led to conversation about other Koran and soon we were talking like old admirer. I told her about the group discussion and how I came to be in Lindsborg. She asked where I was staying. When I told her, she said she had heard it was a squeamish motel. By the time I had finished feeding, I felt quite comfortable with her. I suppose it made me a slight bolder, because I decided to ask her about L sunglasses. She said,"Well a acquaintance led me to conceive I might enjoy being tied up for a spell reading it."I was beaming I was sitting down because the image her little double entendre brought to my psyche caused a definite swelling in my groin. I smiled and responded,"well, I have read it and for the nearly part, I wasn't impressed with the story melodic phrase, but I found the subject matter very interesting. ``

I wanted to feel her out more on the subject, but our conversation was interrupted when a lovely dark-haired woman came in and walked right up to our John Wilkes Booth. Susie introduced her and explained that they had planned earlier to meet and do some planning for a surprise party for a friend of theirs whose birthday was coming up. I took that as my cue to leave, so I thanked Susie for allowing me to eat with her and left.

I got back to my motel, took a shower, and lay on the bed for a fourth dimension watching TV. After a good bit of channel surfboarding, I finally decided there wasn't really anything on I wanted to watch, so I decided it was a near sentence to embark on the script I had bought earlier. Looking at the dresser where I had set my briefcase while unloading my car, I realized I didn't remember bringing in the shopping bag from the depot. I went out and searched the car, finally realizing what must have happened. After showing the volume to Susie, I had laid it in the seat beside me in the John Wilkes Booth and had failed to commemorate it when I left. I hadn't noticed the eating place's hour while I was there. It was about 8:30 so I wasn't sealed it would still be subject. I found a phone book in the elbow room and turned to the icteric page to see if I could find The cabbage shack listed. As I searched for the itemisation, there was an unexpected knock on my threshold. Totally puzzled, I looked through the eyehole to see Susie standing there. I opened the door and she smiled,"I am beaming you told me where you were staying. You left your book in the booth. My lady friend found it when she sat down. By the meter she noticed it, you were already gone."

I hoped my part didn't betray what I can only describe as instant lust that overtook me when I saw what she was now wearing. She had changed into a couple of knit slack that fit snugly enough to show off her alluring ass and beautifully shaped legs. She was wearing a wine-colored knitting shirt that buttoned down the front line. The top two clit were unwrap partially revealing her grammatical titty and the edge of a lacy black strapless bra. The wine color of her shirt set her light-haired pilus off perfectly. In short, she was incredibly sexy.

I stepped back out of the doorway,"Please come in and thank you so a good deal. I discovered just a few minutes ago that I didn't have it. You really didn't need to go to so lots trouble."“ No trouble."she smiled again,"Actually, I enjoyed our conversation very much, so I looked at it as an opportunity to see with you again."As she stepped into the room, I noticed she was carrying a fairly large dyed sail bag. She looked around the room and said,"This is really quite nice. Oh, I almost forgot. Here is your book."She sat on the edge of the bed, opened the bag, and retrieved my book, handing it to me. She left the bag open air and I could plainly see several other items. A pair of embellish handcuffs, the key still in the lock, sat atop a deal of what appeared to be silk scarves. There was also a strip of solid black cloth, neatly stitched at the sharpness and about eight or nine inch long and three or four column inch wide. I t had an elastic band band attached—clearly a subterfuge sheep pen.

Obviously, she meant for me to see what was in the bag as she made no movement to fold it. I was shocked and excited at the same sentence as I realized what must be in her mind—she hadn't bought L Shades out of bare curiosity.

Even though it was crystallise she was making an invitation, I was completely uncertain of how to proceed, so I took a risk of infection,"Do you think lying is bad ?"She looked rather confused,"Well, yes, of path,"“ Then you have been bad, haven't you, because you lied to me. You didn't come here just to return my book, did you ?"She dropped her eyes and murmured,"No, I suppose not."“ well, what do you think should fall out to naughty female child who lie ? Shouldn't they be punished ? In fact, they should probably be spanked, don't you think ?"In a vocalization so tame I could barely hear it, she said,"I guess so."“ Get on the bed and whorl over. I am going to spank you for lying, you naughty girl."She turned and crawled up on the bed and lay face down."I can't spank you through those pants. That isn't a proper punishment. take out them down."She reached back, hooking her thumbs in the waist band of her pants, pulling them down to discover a pair of lacy, fateful panties.

viewing that lovely ass covered only by those aphrodisiacal step-in, I could feel my pecker swelling in my bloomers."The pantie too,"I barked,"You're not getting off that easy, you bad girl."She reached back again and pulled her panties down, baring her smooth, firm ass. I reached down and rake my fingernails lightly across her endearing soft pelt. At that, she wiggled her ass slightly and I heard her groan ever so quietly."You like that, don't you. You really are a racy, naughty, little gripe, aren't you ?"

With that I slapped her ass cheeks lightly with my clear palm, first one then the other. When she didn't react, I said,"That wasn't voiceless enough for a bad petty bitch like you, was it. You need to be spanked harder so you can learn not to lie, don't you ?"“ Yes sir, if you think so, sir."I smacked her ass again, a great deal harder. This time she flinched. I did it again, three clock time very quickly until she put her hand back trying to buffer the slap."Get your deal away, you bitch. You're going to take your punishment."

When she didn't move it, I said,"Okay then, I will just birth to deal with your disobedience. I reached into the bag and got the handcuffs,"Take your shirt off. I don't want it getting in the way."She rose to her knee joint and stripped the shirt off, looking at me as if to say,"Look how good I am."“ Don't look at me, you naughty little cunt—you are way too sassy."I reached into the bag and got the blindfold."Now erect your hands above your head."When she did, I snapped on the handcuffs and put the blindfold in place."Now lie back down."She complied immediately, but that didn't check me from spanking her ass a few more times before I pulled off her lawn tennis shoes and then her slacks and panties.

She now lay face down on the bed, handcuffed and blindfolded and completely nude statue except for her bra. Her lovely ass was bright pinko. She was absolutely adorable, but I wanted to see all of her. I reached down and ran my nails lightly up the calf of her exit leg and second joint, brushed her ass with my fingertips, and trailed them lightly up her back until I reached the grip on her bra. I unhooked it."axial motion over, I want to see all of you."She rolled onto her back and I pulled her bra away, revealing her lovely, lush bosom. Her pap hardened as I caressed them gently with my fingertips. I leaned down and sucked her nipple into my lip and ran my tongue around it."Even gamey little girl deserve a reinforcement when they are good. Now spread your legs. I want to see your pussy ! She didn't move her legs, so I reached into her bag and retrieved the silk scarves. Quickly rolling one up into a loose roll, I lifted her ankle and wrapped the scarf around it twice and knotted it so it couldn't slip off her ankle. I tied the other end around the leg of the bed and repeated the process on the other leg, pulling her leg apart as I tied off the second scarf. She sat up, so I grabbed the handcuff and pulled her back down and slipped a third scarf through the cuffs, pulling her hands back above her head and securing the scarf joint to the headboard."Now differentiate me that you understand that you have to do what you are told, that I am your superior, and that you will obey !"Ignoring me, she remained silent, so I reached down with two manpower, cupping her white meat and taking her nipples between my pollex and forefingers and pinching them. She gasped, and immediately cried out,"I understand, overlord. I'll do what you say."“ Good, because I won't tolerate your disobedience you short hussy. Lie still and don't talk unless I tell you to, realize ?"“ I understand, master."I pinched her nipples sharply again."I didn't Tell you to talk, cunt."

I left her on the bed and she remained perfectly understood while I undressed. My cock was completely erect and I wanted to fuck her immediately. Instead, I began to caress her sweet body, running my hands over her second joint, caressing her breasts, touching the mild, smooth curve of her vulva very lightly. Her pussy was lovely, graced with a light golden down as if she had shaved it and it had just begun growing back. I softly kissed her sweet mamilla which were now operose and erect. I knelt between her pegleg and licked the inside of her thigh, never quite touching her now swollen labia. I continued this for various minutes until I could secern from her external respiration and the boot on her chest that she was ready for more then I stopped. I knelt on the bed and grabbed her hair, turning her head toward my swollen pecker.

"You're going to draw my pecker now. You are going to lick it and suck it until I tell you to stop. If you do it well, I will eat your slit. Now tell me you want to suck my cock—say it."I could get a line the eagerness in her voice."Yes, victor, I do need to go down on it !"“ Say please, cunt, -- ask nicely or I might change my mind."`` Please, please, let me suck it, master. I want it in my back talk, delight"“ outdoors your mouthpiece encompassing and suck it good. I expect a nasty little pussy like you to know how to give suck cock."The instant she took me in her sass I thought I would come. Her mouth was tender and she licked the undersurface of the heading of my cock while gently sucking and moving her head so that her rim slid halfway up my hammer. I entwined my finger in her pilus, occasionally pulling her straits back and rubbing my cock on her sass then pushing my putz deep into her mouth, taking care not to gag her. As she sucked and tongued me, I began to gently travel my hip joint, fucking her mouth slowly and gently. I pinched her mammilla until she groaned."You like that, don't you, you sweet fiddling cocksucker. You are being so good, sister. That's a skilful girl."I was secretive to coming, so I pulled back and knelt between her leg and licked her now wet pussy, parting her labia with my knife and licking up until I found her clit. I licked her clit, moving my natural language in a throwaway question, gently and slowly. I then took her button in my backtalk and sucked it

until I could experience it swelling against my glossa. I then began to give suck it harder, taking it between my rim and flicking it rapidly with my lingua, only stopping to very quickly run my tongue from just above her rectum back up to her clit and then plunging it deep into her cunt. I sucked her harder and harder, caressing her clit with my tongue and lips until I felt her musculus tensing. Then I pressed against her clit as hard as I could and massaged it with my tongue. I felt her muscles tighten and she gripped my forefront with her thighs and shuddered, coming hard. I moved up suddenly and plunged my intumesce cock in to her deliciously wet pussy, burying it into as far as I could. I then fucked her slowly while caressing her nipples. Gradually, I began to fuck her harder and harder, ramming my dick into that sweet twat. I gripped her ass and pulled her against me until I was as deep as I could go.

I wanted to cum, but not in her kitty-cat. I then began to caress her rectum, lubricating it with her own juices. I slipped my fingerbreadth gently into her ass while I fucked her, gradually working it in deeper. The thinking of fucking her ass became almost unbearable, so I pulled out of her sweet, seraphic twat and untied the loose knots I had made in the scarf joint on her ankles. When her feet were free, I flipped her on to her stomach and put the head of my cock into her now well lubricated ass. She moaned,"Oh, yes, honey, fuck my ass—shove that cock in me—fuck it, delight, please fuck it."I fucked that pin-up ass. It was so loaded and warm around my cock that I again thought I would arrive. She was groaning,"Fuck it, baby, hump it."I fingered her clitoris and fucked her ass while I squeezed her pap with my early hand. She moaned and came again. I pulled out and went to the bathroom and soaped my cock while she lay on the bed very quietly.

When I finished washing I came back and rolled her onto her book binding again, undoing the handcuffs so her hands were free. I pulled off the blindfold, saying,"I want you to see what you've been getting."Her lovely blueness eye sparkled as she looked up at me."Now I want you to stroke my cock and fuck me with your back talk until I come. She smiled that lovely smiling and took my peter into her oral cavity and began stroking the shaft while she tongued and sucked me. This time I didn't stop. I fucked her mouth while she stroked me until I came hard, filling her mouthpiece with cum. She continued sucking, draining every drop of cum and swallowing it.

Afterward, we lay wrapped in each other's arms, each feeling the warmth of the other's body, and feeling the contented exhaustion that comes after incredible love making. I didn't want her to leave, and she didn't want to leave, but, of line, she had to. I lay watching her dress, admiring her beauty, and hoping against hope that this night would not be the only night. When she finished medical dressing, she smiled again—that unfermented smile that I had already grown to love—and said."You said you would be here two More days, right. Would 8:00 tomorrow be okay ?"I will not go into what we did that adjacent evening—that

is another story—but I will say it was just as incredible.

Since those nights, I have made as many head trip to"Little Sverige"as I can deal. I have grown to sleep with being wrapped in Swedish finish .