Chapter 1
I glanced at the clock as I was driving home from work, 7:45. Another late night, but that is expected when you start a new job. Were there any leftovers in the refrigerator? I definitely didn’t feel like cooking. I turned off the main road. That is when I saw the cantina that was right across the street from the country club where I lived. I had been meaning to try it ever since I moved here two months ago. I knew that the kitchen closed at 8:00.
I parked and hurried in. I looked around at all the Americana and racecar memorabilia that covered the walls. This was quite a different scene than I was used to. I had just spent 10 years working at a large law firm in San Francisco. The big city was fun at first, I loved the trendy restaurants and vibrant night life. But I eventually grew tired of the traffic, crime, and working six days a week. That’s when I was approached by a recruiter who was looking for an attorney for a small law firm on the central coast of California. The firm was in the middle of three world famous golf courses and there was a trendy downtown full of art galleries and overpriced shops and restaurants. I was looking for a change, and decided to give it a shot.
I sat down at the bar and asked for a menu. After a few minutes I gave the bartender my order, and made it to-go. As I glanced around, I made eye contact with a young waiter. He must have been in his early 20’s. His eyes quickly diverted and he went back to his chores. Cute. I pulled out my phone and started scanning headlines. It was a little awkward sitting on the bar stool, as I was still in my work outfit which consisted of a cream top, black suit jacket, black skirt, black nylons, and black heels.
As I sat there with one elbow resting on the bar, I had my legs crossed and I was dangling my right shoe. Out of the corner of my eye I could see someone looking at me. I glanced over and could see that same waiter staring at my legs. When I looked over he quickly turned away in embarrassment and sped off to the kitchen. I know some people would say that I should be annoyed that some young guy was staring without permission. But to be honest, when you’re 34, it feels good when some twenty-something thinks that you still have it.
I saw him take off his apron and tell the manager that he was about to clock out. I thought about an old fantasy that I have, and then I tried to remember how long it had been since I had been with a man. That’s when I decided to make my move.
As he walked towards the door I intercepted him, “Hi, I’m sorry…what’s your name?”
“Uh, L…Landon,” he stammered out.
“Hi Landon, look I’m really in a hurry. I live just a few blocks from here, in the country club. I see that you are almost done for the night. My order should be done shortly. Do you think that you can deliver it to my house?”
He had a blank look on his face, so I repeated. “I’m just a few blocks from here.”
“Sure, I guess I could do that. Uh…I’ll bring it over when it is done”
“Great, thanks.” Then I stared at him for a couple of seconds. He looked back at me like a deer looking at headlights. “Well, you need my address, don’t you?” I said while looking straight into his eyes.
“Oh, right. Yeah of course.” He grabbed a napkin and a pen. I gave him the address and quickly made my way out of the restaurant, because if my order came up before I left, the whole plan was blown.
When I got home, I parked my BMW in the driveway. Normally I park in the garage, but I thought the car might be impressive to this twenty something waiter.
Landon showed up about 20 minutes later. I had left the door half way open. When he knocked on the door I called out, “Landon, is that you?”
“Uh, yes it is. I have your order.”
“Great, can you bring it in please.”
With that, Landon gently pushed the door open. I had conveniently filled my arms with random items from a cabinet. When Landon came in I pretended to fumble with them and look a little flustered. “I’m sorry, uhm, can you set that on the dining room table over there.”
“Oh, sure,” he responded. He had to walk past the foyer, make a right through the kitchen, then enter the dining room. He set the bag down and announced, “There you go,” and started back towards the front door. I had been inspecting him since he came in. I wanted to make sure I didn’t make a hasty mistake in the restaurant. Nope, no mistake. He was cute, slender, and maybe a little athletic. I am 5’9”, and he was maybe an inch taller than me. I decided to proceed with the plan.
A lot of people don’t realize that part of being a lawyer is being a salesman. I had plenty of experience closing sales and I wasn’t going to let this one slip through my fingers.
“Oh, do you think that you can make sure that they didn’t forget anything?”
He pulled the receipt off of the side of the bag and started rummaging through. “It might be easier if you just take the items out and set them on the table.”
While he was occupied, I grabbed a bottle of wine that I had opened before he arrived. Still wearing heels, I sauntered over to the dining room table.
“Looks like it is all here,” he said.
I took a lid off of one of the plates. It was a grilled chicken sandwich. I acted like it was the best looking chicken sandwich I had ever seen. I asked him several questions about it, and acted like his answers were brilliant and funny. Next came the southwest ceaser salad. I put on the same charade, but now when I laughed I gently gripped his elbow.
The last item was an appetizer of prawns. I said, “I don’t know why I ordered those, I have way too much food.” The truth was that I had ordered them to be my dinner for the following night, but he didn’t have to know that.
Without him realizing, I had poured two glasses of wine. I convinced him to try a prawn. Then I slipped out of my heels and insisted that we both sit down. Again I noticed his eyes go up and down the length of my nylon clad legs. As we sat talking, I “accidently” brushed his leg several times with my foot.
Well, it didn’t take too long before I had him tied town to the bed in my guest bedroom with his pants off. Like I said, I know how to sell. I worked him up, and put a condom on him. By the time I had the condom all the way on he was groaning and breathing heavily. Too heavy. I had worked too hard, and spent too much time for this to be one minute of pleasure. If I’m going to force myself to laugh at things that aren’t funny, I need to be rewarded. So, I knew what I had to do.
I lubed up his penis and gently stroked him. I increased the speed until he was close to the brink of orgasm, then I stopped. I circled his testicles with my thumb and forefinger and pulled hard. “Owwwwwww,” was his response.
“You’ll be okay.” Then I repeated the process. His face was getting red and this time when I tugged on his testicles he pressed his lips together and let out a long groan. After a few minutes, I started stroking for the third time. This time I decided to finish the job. I stroked him through his climax, then kept going just so I could see him struggle as he pulled against his bonds. I gave him a minute to catch his breath then asked, “How long before you can go again?”
“Maybe twenty minutes,” was his not so confident response.
Okay, good. “I know just what we can do while we wait.” I stripped down to my bra and straddled his chest.
“Have you had much experience going down on a woman?”
“Uh, yes.”
It only took a couple of minutes to figure out that he was either lying, or there were a bunch of unsatisfied women out there.
But that’s okay, I don’t mind teaching. I started off with having him do the alphabet motions with his tongue. We went through all the letters three times. Every once in a while I would reach behind and twist his nipples. Watching him struggle and squirm just turned me on more. Then I started him on one consistent motion, keeping the same rhythm. When I got close, I had him speed up. Then it only took a couple of minutes and I was squeezing his head with my thighs while climaxing.
I looked over at the clock. “Well, that was about twenty minutes, but it felt much shorter.” I looked down at his face, and could tell that he didn’t agree.
Then keeping my fingers crossed, I changed his condom and worked him up again. When I got him nice and hard, I mounted him and slowly slid down his shaft. I started slow, and slowly increased my tempo. This time he lasted a good ten minutes. That wasn’t long enough for me to climax, but it still felt really good.
I slid off of his shaft and sat on his stomach for a few minutes and caught my breath.
Then I asked, “Did you have fun?”
“Yes, definitely.”
“Good, so did I. I think that we might make good play partners. What do you think?”
“Uh yeah, I think so,” he said emphatically. “Um, wait. What does that mean? Play partners?”
“It means that we are not dating, and we are not in a romantic relationship. Once in a while, when I feel like doing something like this I will give you a call.”
“Can I call you?” he asked.
“I’m generally pretty busy.” I do have a busy schedule. I didn’t need daily calls from a guy that constantly wanted to get laid.
“One more thing, this is our secret. Nobody else finds out about this. Okay?”
“Okay.”
I untied him and sent him on his way. I was quite happy with myself. It had been awhile since I had sex, and even longer since I was really this satisfied. I’m generally not that dominant in the bedroom. I don’t know what really came over me. Was it the age difference? Don’t get me wrong, I had tied up plenty of guys when I lived in San Francisco. But that was at their request, and even though they were tied up, they told me what they wanted done to them.
This was the first time that bondage was my idea, and I did what I wanted to do. The biggest difference was I made sure that both Larson and myself had fun. Most of the guys in San Francisco were only concerned with their fantasies, which entailed me getting them off. I usually did all the work and was left feeling frustrated.
I started thinking of things that Larson and I could do. Or, things that I could do to Larson. He was so inexperienced and eager. This was going to be fun. I never would have believed that I would eventually be submitting to him. But that comes much later.