Hey guys, Steak is back. If anyone read my last post, "The Ideal" (/viewtopic.php?f=84&t=27791) you would know the ideal way my girlfriend would be dressed while tied up. Well, earlier today, it pretty much happened.
It was a mild August day, one where i didn't really have any plans. I had taken the day off everything (even though i work from home) and just relaxed. I was quite sore from wrestling practice yesterday, as the coach was still disciplining us for not making the olympics. One day, maybe...
So there i was at home, grey v-neck, black shorts, black ankle socks. I was chilling on my computer, coincidentally browsing this site, when i heard my phone go off. I picked it up, and saw it was a text from my girlfriend. I had a feeling my day was about to get a lot better.
She told me that one of her friends had commented on how practice really took a lot out of me, and asked if I was alright. Of course I was, but it's easy to lie *cough* exaggerate through text. I told her that I was feeling pretty beat up, but still alive. So naturally, being the caretaker she is, invited herself over. She is working with her mother to become a massage therapist, so it helps that she can do these sorts of things for free
I'd say it was no more than 10 minutes before i heard the knock on my door. I slowly stood up, before i hobbled over to the door. (I actually hurt that much, my quads especially were dying a little with each step) To no one's surprise, it was her. After letting her in, she moved over to the same couch as last time, me slowly following behind.
As she saw me walking, she commented on how I wasn't exaggerating on how bad I felt. The more I think about it, the more I agree. I slowly made my way over, before taking my seat next to her. I turned to her before finally getting a good look at what she was wearing.
It was a little much for a casual day, that's for sure. She was in a tight, maroon shirt with short sleeves, allowing her nice breasts to be quite prominent. This was paired with a black skirt that came halfway down her thighs, accentuating her amazing legs. They were covered by black socks which came to just below her knees. Her shoes, a pair of black flats, were left at the door.
While I wasn't complaining by any means, I was slightly confused. She quickly cleared that confusion by explaining how it was her sister's birthday, and the party was this evening. Her friend had texted her in the middle of her trying on outfits, and how I wouldn't mind if she showed up like this. Hey, she certainly knows me well.
She then asked me where it hurt, to which I responded with everywhere. I didn't really know how to describe each individual place, so this would ensure that everything would be covered. That and my girlfriend gives amazing (repeat. AMAZING) massages. She nodded, understanding, and adhusted her position so she was sitting cross legged, facing me. She told me to face away, and when I did, she grabbed my shoulders and slowly lowered me into her lap. The speed at which she did so caused my abs to hurt, causing a slight grimace from me.
Because she was cross legged, her skirt had risen up practically all the way, so when my head landed, it was all her amazingly soft skin. (and because my hair is always buzzcut-short at the back, I felt all of it) That made up for the ab pain instantly, allowing me to relax. However, now there were two things deterring me from standing up.
She reached down with both hands, and grabbed my respective shoulders. Now, I can't really describe what she actually did, for two reasons. One, because all I felt at first was hurt. A lot of hurt. Two, because after the initial hurt all I felt was relaxation. That soon turned into pleasure when I remembered that it was my girlfriend causing this pain, and that she was dressed as gorgeously as I've ever seen her while doing it.
Yes, this would be a good afternoon indeed.
Obviously not done yet, still some stuff left to go through. Let me know what you think so far, would love to hear your guys' (and girls') opinions.
I remember when farmers would shove 12 cigars down a rooster's throat and say Congratulations it's a eggs