A moment in time

Stepping from the warmth of the car to the crisp fresh air should not have come as a shock, the drive here had, as instructed, been carefully executed. The strangely satisfying crunch of Dubarry boot into freshly layered snow resonated in the still air. She thought back to the drive here, only three red lights, only three occasions when her right hand slipped within her knee length faux coat, under the coat to her warm, and yes wet, naked flesh, feeling the pulse of anticipation in her now throbbing clit.

The instructions were simple, embedded in her mind, no room for error, no opportunity to feign misunderstanding. “Walk please, the path in the south west corner, do so until instructed otherwise.” The instructions, both comforting and exhilarating, concluded, “do not worry, you are safe, I will be watching you.”

She shut the car door carefully behind her, the lights under the handles casting a pale shadow onto the white carpet beneath her feet. She allowed herself a moment, a moment of “Oh my God” as her mind scrambled to comprehend where she was and what she was doing and in that moment simultaneously thought two things, one, that he had told her she was safe and two, that she had no idea which direction was south west.

Her mind immediately went to work – she had come in from the right beginning her journey by heading left across the country and then dropping down through small towns and villages. Since there had been only one left turn that meant that south west had to mean bottom left of the car park and she risked a glance of confirmation in that direction. A white painted sign pointed to a stile, a footpath! She put the key in her coat pocket, time to get moving.

The night air was cool through the gap in the coat with every stride she took. A shiver started at the base of her neck and struck out left and right making her shake her head and hunch her shoulders in response to this; this astonishing set of circumstances and sensations. Her boots crunched, her thighs rubbed their slickness together, she could hear the clicking sucking sound of her clit and cunt as they moved against her, then away, then against again. Nipples erect against the silky lining of the coat, hair shining in the moonlight, she allowed herself another moment, this one of joy, of being here, of doing this, and reined herself in once more.

Over the stile, the woods, dark and ominous, waited and, she hoped, so did he. Walk until instructed otherwise she thought, that shouldn’t be hard should it? And yet each step seemed a step closer to a cliff edge. Her legs began to shake slightly, anticipation, fear, excitement? A heady potent mixture of all three with arousal thrown in for good measure which threatened to make even the simple process of putting one leg in front of the other beyond her.

Putting one booted foot up on the stile step she instinctively reached to pull the coat across to cover herself as the coat gaped, and in that moment realised the absurdity of this action. She responded by unbuttoning the coat allowing the air to reach her exposed breasts, stomach and pubis. And swinging her other foot over the top to stand astride the stile she faced down the trees and stars, unfettered by modesty or shame, and laughed aloud.

Beyond the stile the path moved through a thicket of silver birch trees, their delicate golden winter plumage dancing against the ghostly white of the trunks which looked as though they extended seamlessly from the snowy ground around them. She thought again how they were her favourite trees, it’s almost as though they were planted for me, she thought and simultaneously noticed a darker shadow to the left of the path and pulled her coat around her once more. Stick to the path until told otherwise, she thought, and don’t worry you will be safe. His voice echoing around her head once more brought calm. She imagined his eyes on her, watching, judging and appraising and stuck out with the conviction of a studious child taking her homework to be marked by a fair teacher.

When it happened though it was still a shock, the hand on the shoulder, the words “stop” breathed in her ear, a lick from jaw to cheekbone and the blindfold placed over her eye. She instinctively bowed her head, waiting for his instruction, a hawk, hooded, as he took her arm and placed it through his. “We’ll walk for a little shall we?”

So they walked, as he requested, as if it were a stroll through Green Park, with him having first pulled apart the coat to expose her to the moonlight and as they walked she heard her pulse thrumming in her ear, felt her nipples harden at the night’s closeness, sensed her heart begin to expand at the extraordinary pleasure of this communion.

They stopped, at his behest, 5 minutes further into the wood and he removed her coat with such care that it brought to her mind an image of the exquisite Japanese vase he treasured on his shelf at home. She knew that it would be hung from a branch that he had selected earlier for such a task such was his attention to detail and concern for her wellbeing and in this cosy glow she gasped as her arms were yanked upwards, wrists tied with competent speed and hooks attached to an overhead branch. Her attention was pulled downwards to her feet as he kicked the inside edges to make her spread her legs wide and the shock as the first handful of snow hit her already erect nipples jerked her body up and her mouth open wide. Another and then another icy ball was pushed against her skin, stomach, chest, back, buttocks. In the cleft of her buttocks sprays of chilling water trickling down joined the sticky moisture already collecting there. She rolled and dipped. Trying to guess where the next attack would come from, her skin burning with cold, nerve endings on fire, no part however intimate, safe, until she acquiesced, head bowed as the final ball was inserted into her hot cunt and cried, tears of gratitude squeezing out from under the blindfold.

Home again once more.

His hand smoothed her hair and unfastened blindfold with the other he held up a cup of steaming peppermint tea to her lips and breathed “drink. You’ve done well.”

As her eyes adjusted to the light she noted that her wrists were tied with her favourite deep red rope and that he was in the process of letting it out so that she could be bent forwards over the fallen tree in front of her each wrist clipped separately and wide this time . Momentarily she contemplated protesting about the prickliness of the bark her tender flesh was headed for but only for a moment as she hit the trunk first with her nipples then with her breasts and mound and finally with her stomach. Before she registered discomfort completely he moved in front of her and tapped under her chin to encourage her to look up at him. A second tap on the cheek and she opened her mouth to receive his cut cock which he had released from his trousers. Rolling and tasting him in her mouth she began to make appreciative noises as she felt him harden under her tongue. Pausing to flick his frenulum on the way past she pointed her tongue and pushed it into the eye noting with satisfaction the grunt and push back against her it provoked. She could feel the heat beginning across her shoulders and knew that her “fuck me” rash would be proclaiming her readiness to take him in her cunt and that he would make her wait until he wanted to, just because he could.

The sound of gentle buzzing presaged his withdrawal from her mouth and with her legs spread wide and bum in the air he had easy access to her clitoris as he moved swiftly around to the other side of the tree. The buzzing moved from tip around the edges of her vagina where the arms of her clit extended and at the same time she felt him insert his fingers into her and begin massaging the inside wall. The world kaleidoscoped down to this nexus and she felt herself begin to contract and expand at the stimulation and the heat from her shoulders was replicated in her pussy. As she heaved and gasped it occurred to her that she was only here, all of her was only here in this moment, nowhere else and with no-one else, only here, as she came.

Within moments she felt his fingers withdraw and his cock enter her, thrusting in so deep and so far that it hit her cervix sending cascades of sensation through her with every jerk. They moved together, she pushing back, he pushing in, the bark ribbing and poking her, her arms spread over the trunk of the tree, her pale ass in the air, as their gasps and groans rose to the stars and fell onto the scattered leaves beneath their feet. His spunk hit her cervix. Hot liquid released to bathe her inside with his essence, coat her with his presence, leaving something of himself behind in her as her surrender had in him.

Released from tree and rope they hug, her head on his shoulder as she began to shake from cold and exhaustion. The coat, collected from the tree where it hung and placed around her shoulders again, gave comfort as they made their way back to the car. The wooded night closed around them again, a safe place for a secret to be held. A safe place for a life- changing moment.

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15 thoughts on “A moment in time

  1. that sounds like an amazing experience – cold, but i find that when such stimulation is going on the coldness seems to fade for the duration – and return after – as it did with you…

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