A Trip To The Wintergarden Greg's mind wandered back to how this had all
began... Kathryn had won a weekend for two at The Wintergarden in Washington
D.C. Despite the problems going on between them, they were still going out.
Greg smiled, some of the problems were definitely her fault, but he _had_
contributed to a lot of the conflict... But it wasn't _his_ fault that he
tended to have a jealous nature. Since neither of them were very good at
apologizing, things just SAT between them. Maybe this weekend.... Finally the
weekend came. Greg stopped by the florist shop early in the morning, and then
quickly drove to Kathryn's apartment in a white limousine (her favorite color)
to surprise her. After all, he grinned, since she won a weekend at the hotel
and invited me, I can at least provide the right transportation! He rang the
bell as he swiftly put the twelve white roses he had purchased behind his
back. Looking quite business-like in a white suit and her red hair swept up
into a bun, Kathryn opened the door and motioned him in, she was talking to
someone on the phone. Greg sighed, how could someone look so hot in a business
suit? Keeping his hand behind his back and trying to look natural about it,
Greg eased into the apartment and stood just inside the door next to the small
table where a small porcelain lamp and the telephone sat. "Okay....so do you
think...? Right. Yes....Fine just as long as everything is taken care
of...I'll be there shortly...'Bye." Greg's mind began to wander. How was she
going to meet anyone when they had planned to spend the whole day together? As
she hung up the phone and came over to him, he smiled and bent to kiss her. As
his lips brushed hers he brought the roses from behind his back and reached
around her to place them on the table. He hugged her close and then held her
away from him with a frown. "Who was that on the phone? I thought that we were
supposed to spend the entire day _together_!" "We are!" she responded with a
grin. "Then who was that?" Greg demanded. "The Hotel, Silly!" Kathryn giggled
at his expression. "And what about _those_?" he pointed. Kathryn spun around,
"Huh? Hey! I didn't..." then as she reached for the card, she smiled. "I love
you, Sweetheart!" She hugged him close. They stood locked in embrace, loving
just being this close together. Finally Greg cleared his throat, "I think we'd
better get going if we actually plan on getting there." Kathryn smiled and
reached for her coat. Greg helped it on, and then strode to the door and
outside. As Kathryn reached the door, she saw the limousine parked outside.
"Now who the heck would park...." Her voice trailed off as she saw Greg pull
out the keys and open the door. He stood holding the door as she walked out in
surprise. "Your door, M'Lady," He intoned in his most serious sounding voice.
Kathryn laughed, then acting out the part, "Thank you, James." "James?! Now
wait a minute...first off, the name is Gregory..." "And mine is _not_
Malady...malady indeed! Misfortune maybe, but _not_ malady." Greg grinned.
"Your *ahem* door Miss Fortune." Kathryn laughed giving in, and got into the
car. They soon arrived at The Wintergarden and went to their suite 10th floor,
with a commanding view of the city. It was definately posh and high class.
Both Kathryn and Greg realized how much the room would have cost without the
contest...too much! Deep blue drapes framed the large glass windows facing the
bay, and the sunlight sparkled through, dancing off the walls. They entered,
their feet almost seeming to sink into the deep lush carpet... The room was
done in rich burgundy tones and in the midst of it all was a HUGE brass
waterbed. But what was that? Instead of the normal plain oak headboard, there
was a brass inlay. The headboard was ornately carved in curves, circles, and
swirls, a rather nice design. And the more that they looked at it, the more
they saw balls and female breasts hidden subliminally in the design. No, that
COULDN'T be. It just must be the way that they were feeling, right? Or WAS it
intentional? Either way, they liked the lust-filled feeling that they had.
Kathryn went into the bathroom, not only to relieve herself, but to get ready
for the evening to come. As she looked in the mirror she stood thinking about
her and Greg. "He can be a sweet guy at times," she thought to herself. "But
other times, no matter how nice I am to him, he just doesn't think about me,
and his same chauvinistic side keeps coming up at the wrong times. That gets
him into more trouble. . ." As she stood in thought, she realized that she
could hear music softly playing. "That's odd," she thought, " I don't remember
seeing a radio." She strained to hear what it was, but couldn't make it out
through the door. When she came out a few minutes later, Greg, clad only in
his bikini underwear, sat in a chair facing the bed. The music was soft and
relaxing, Simon &Garfunkel was it? As she looked around for the source, she
noticed a pile near the bed covered with two towels. "Now what," Kathryn
wondered, "is he up to?" Greg got up, slowly walked to her, and gave her a big
hug. "I love you," he whispered in her ear. He gave her a kiss and pulled her
shirt away from her body before he started unbuttoning it. That way she
wouldn't be sexually excited...at least not yet he smiled. Then he attacked
her skirt in the same manner. "Have a seat," Greg offered. He smiled at her
confusion; she was happy, relaxed, but definitely confused nonetheless. She
sat. Greg took her right hand in his, and started to massage it. His left hand
slipped under the towel to the pump bottle. He started to massage a creme into
her hand. It felt really nice, and Kathryn just sat enjoying it. After weeks
of work, her hands felt so much better now. "You never realize just how tight
your muscles are," she thought. Greg repeated the same thing with her left
hand, gently, but firmly massaging in the creme, until her hands seemed to
melt into his. Then he let her hands lie gently on the arms of his chair,
carefully kneading in the creme. He glanced at her breasts, "those are still a
long way off," he sighed to himself. He picked up her right hand, and slipped
his other hand beneath the towels for a second, it returned with a small
bottle of nail polish. He opened it wordlessly and began to polish her nails.
Kathryn let out a sigh, and Greg smiled, she was _really_ enjoying this. Greg
was careful with the polish. He TRIED to give her a professional job. It was
caring, and turned out neater than he expected. He did the same with her other
hand, until all ten of her fingers were a neatly polished white. Then he
slipped off the chair, and turned his intentions to her toenails, and began to
polish them as well. Kathryn intently watched his careful strokes, until all
10 toenails had likewise been neatly polished white. Next Greg reached under
the towels again, this time pulling out some liquid cupped in a hand. His
hands gently slid along Kathryn's arms, smoothed by the massage oil. He led
her arms, gently urging her to lay down. She took the hint and did so. Kathryn
sighed as Greg's hands gently rubbed and massaged away the toil and trouble
which the weeks had accumulated. His hands moved gently to the sounds of the
CD, gently progressing up her arms. Wherever he touched he could feel her soft
skin melting under his hands. He hummed along with the music as he worked up
her arms to her shoulders. Her shoulders were _tight_ as always. "I'll just
have to take care of THAT, he thought. It took a while to loosen all of the
muscles there. But he tried to be patient, kneading, rolling and pushing the
knots away. When Kathryn's shoulders were finally smooth and loose, he started
progressing down her back, fully covering it with the oil, and massaging it
in. When he finished her back, he slowly worked his way to her thighs. He
carefully avoided between the thighs, as this massage was to RELAX her. and
then moved on to her calves. "Kathryn has really nice looking legs. They feel
really nice too" He thought, his mind wandering. . As he continued to work
away at the tensions in her body, Kathryn started to drift, her thoughts
slowly focusing on the different sensations she was experiencing. As he
massaged her legs she could almost see them in her mind going from rock to
jelly, but feeling _so_ good! As his hands began to trace her thighs, she grew
excited thinking about where his hands would travel next. It had been a _long_
time since she had been truly satisfied, and the thought of that satisfaction
in her mind warmed her insides like hot soup on a cold day. She hoping Greg
wouldn't notice the wetness at her crotch. The massage felt too good. For the
time being. . . But then he moved on to her feet, caressing them gently,
spending a lot of time and attention on the soles. Then he turned her over and
worked up from her ankles to her legs to her stomach, carefully kneading every
inch of flesh that his hands encountered. When he was done, he lovingly looked
at her. When Kathryn's green eyes finally opened, he softly asked "Did I MISS
anywhere?" If she doesn't feel like sex, Then I'm not going to force her, he
thought. A sly smile crossed Kathryn's lips. "Yes. I think you did...." Greg
was already prepared. 8-) "Oh?" he asked, pouring the oil into his hands in
full view of her. Her smile changed into an open gape. Yes, she KNEW what was
coming, just ANTICIPATING. With his hands fully oiled, he massaged a ring
around her breasts. Her breathing quickened in kind. He let his right hand
spiral slowly up toward her nipple, leaving his left to dally at the base. Her
breasts felt soft and supple beneath his oily hand, as it slid around and
around, spiraling closer...closer...closer and...now. She let out a groan as
his fingertips grazed her erect nipple. Spiral...and again. This got another
groan of pleasure. As his right hand flicked at her nipple, his left began the
spiral upwards. Kathryn's eyes opened wide in ecstasy. In full view Greg
licked his lips. This got a yell. She knew what was coming, and had been
looking forward to this for too too long! Greg loved it when she was vocal! He
bent his head down...down...and let his lips surround her nipple as his left
hand tightened on her breast. Then a touch of the tongue. "She's LOVING it!"
He thought, "And after we bathe, I'll get MY pleasure." "Last one in is a
rotten egg!" Greg teased as he opened the door and raced for the bed. He
pounced on it. The wave on the waterbed rebounded off of the sides, hitting
Greg, nearly throwing him back OFF the bed. *sigh* Boys will be boys. And he
even left the door open. *sigh* Drafts. Kathryn slid him a sly smile as she
shut the door behind him. She finished toweling off, then grabbed her
surprises, and wrapping a towel around herself, she headed into the room, with
her hands behind her back. "Hon, I love you." Greg whispered, as he wrapped
his arms around her in a big hug. "I love you too." She whispered in return.

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She slowly strapped one of his hands into one of the restraints she had. This
got a quizzical look from Greg's face. "Her towel feels ODD" he thought. And
now the next hand. Greg pulled his hands from behind her back. "What are these
things on my wrists?" He wondered. By this time, Kathryn'd followed one of his
wrists, tying it to a bed leg. "Ay! Why. . . ?" Greg started. Kathryn pushed
out her breasts a bit. Greg's eyes were quickly diverted. And widened. His
mouth went agape. Kathryn took the opportunity to strap down Greg's other
hand. "*sigh* He's SO predictable. . . " She took out the matching pair of
ankle cuffs and strapped them on. Greg was saying something, but she just
ignored it. She was so happy that she got these restraints. Nicely padded on
the inside, so that they didn't hurt her Greggy. . . "Hmm..." Kathryn mused
looking down at her captive. "I think that I'll go into the bathroom and put
on something a bit more...COMFORTABLE." She stood up, went to her suitcase,
and started sifting through it.... picking a few...KEY items, that were _sure_
to get Greg HOT; his FAVORITE ones. She gathered them up, and walked to the
bathroom, being careful not to show her choices to her captive. She entered
the bathroom, and shut the door. As she turned around she noticed a large box
on the sink, wrapped in green wrapping paper. A card read: Open now. Merry
Christmas, hon! As she proceeded to rip open the package, she realized that
she was grinning from ear to ear. She quickly ripped off the paper, finding
inside a white box from Victoria's Secret! Her smile grew even more. She
opened it to find ...WHITE STOCKINGS??? "But I already HAVE half a drawer FULL
of stockings!" She thought, then reconsidered with a sigh. "Well, if THAT's
what he wants, then THAT'S what he gets!" She carefully opened the package,
letting the stockings unfold. "Hey! It's a....BODY STOCKING!" A devilish grin
spread across her face. " Greg deserves ANYTHING he wants. If he wants to be
teased, this is _just_ the means to do it!" Ideas flew through her mind at
lightening speed and she found herself getting hot at the thought of his
reactions. "Yes. He'll get teased all right!" She rolled up the stocking. It
even covers the ARMS? She stepped through the neck hole and began unrolling it
up one leg. She sighed. It was was as SHEER as any of them were! Then she
unrolled it up the next leg, smoothing it as she did so. Then she rolled it up
her stomach... It didn't have the standard cotton crotch, it had NO crotch! An
elastic lined hole for the more. . . INTIMATE areas. Kathryn's mind wandered
back to when she first shaved. Greg loved it. *sigh* It was the only time that
he'd seen fit to excite her enough during foreplay. Oh Greg, how that'll
change tonight. How that will CHANGE tonight! Greg was in for the TEASING of
his life! She rolled up one stocking arm and shimmied her arms into it. That
was pretty hard! Worth it though... 'Cause he'll be even HARDer! She let out a
giggle. The stocking covered her arm all the way up to the fingers, even
covering the palm and the back of her hand with a narrow band of silkiness
between the thumb and the fore- finger. And now for the second arm. She
shimmied into that one also. Her head poked through the stocking, the neckline
was lined with lace, with a delicate looking pearl bow at the center. Her neck
had plenty of room to spare. Good. No choking. Kathryn looked at herself in
the mirror. She looked downright HOT. The lace around the neckline was
exquisite! The skin of her neck blended smoothly into the stocking. She ran
her hand across her side to see what it felt like, and her hand just GLIDED
across it. This will be FUN. . . ! She stood there a few minutes longer
admiring herself and then turned her attentions to the other things at hand...
First and foremost. Wet and insert the vaginal sponge. After all, SOMEONE'S
got to take care of those details, and Greg...really isn't in a position to do
it at the moment! She reached back and released her hair from the tight bun,
and then gave it a few brushstrokes so that her curls literally flowed about
her shoulders. Then a dab of makeup. Not any that will wipe off. A bit of
lavender eyeshadow, blending into a light pink as it nears the eyes. . .
Assured by the mirror that she was perfect, she stepped from the bathroom. As
he heard the door opening, Greg turned his head toward it, and then felt faint
with desire as Kathryn stepped from the bathroom. His mouth dropped agape. She
looked more beautiful to him than the Queen of all temptresses, Eve herself.
He felt his breath quicken. Kathryn slowly strode up to the side of the bed.
Greg reached out to touch her stockinged leg. The reach went about 2 inches
before being suddenly stopped by the restraint. "Oops. Just gunna hafta fix
that." Kathryn said, with a note of mild amusement in her voice. She reached
out toward Greg's bound hands, her breasts dangling over Greg's face. Then she
pulled the strap that tightened the cuff around the bed leg. "All fixed." She
smiled. She then made sure that the other three limbs were securely fastened
to the bed legs. "Now where were we?. . ." Kathryn began. Greg spoke up. "You
look wonderful in that body stocking." An evil grin came across Kathryn's
face. Her stockinged arm trailed up Greg's leg. Higher. . . and higher. Closer
to his penis, which was quickly making a bee-line for the ceiling. And then
she took a firm hold of Greg's balls. Not tight enough to cause pain, but firm
enough to be NOTICED. "I think I want you SILENT." she said. She glanced up
toward her captive's face. He was looking down, mouth agape, the fear apparent
in his eyes. When she looked up, he nodded yes in response. "Good. I THOUGHT
you'd see things my way. I'm happy that we agree with each other. Let's keep
it that way, shall we?" Greg squirmed, then nodded yes again in reply. Kathryn
continued idly stroking Greg's legs with her stockinged arms. She smiled as
Greg's member got harder and harder. And she climbed onto the bed, head
towards his feet, sliding all over Greg, watching him squirm in his bonds.
Every few minutes, Greg would look at Kathryn, open his mouth to say
something, then remember, and keep silent. Kathryn started to slowly work her
way down, inching her lips to Greg's cock, which was busy humping her breasts.
She then sat up, forcing her slit into Greg's mouth, and taking his cock in
her hand. She started to s-l-o-w-l-y stroke up and down. Greg took the hint,
and started licking. The faster that he licked, she'd stroke faster and
harder. A little faster and harder. She of course needed to give him an
incentive. As Greg was licking in a frenzy, Kathryn was stroking leisurely. At
best. But Greg's tongue DID feel nice. It felt so exciting to KNOW that he's
not going to stop, not going to tire out. Not THIS time. This time, SHE was in
control. She put her spot right where Greg's tongue was licking. He never DID
care where down there he licked. It's all the same to him. Or WAS. Not any
more my wonderful. . . But now it felt SO good! She shifted her spot back to
where Greg's tongue was licking. Just a few licks got her going wild again.
Kathryn was shaking and gasping. Her stockinged body was trashing about
Greg's. As Greg was getting excited more and more from the gasps and from the
stockings, Kathryn was stroking his cock less and less. He couldn't QUITE get
over the edge. So he stopped licking. Instantly, Kathryn's hand grabbed a hold
of Greg's balls. Nothing needed to be said. Greg started licking as HARD as he
could, as QUICK as he could. He'd just gotten a quick lesson about control.
Greg's harder licking really excited Kathryn! And faster! And I can make him
do this as LONG as I want! His tongue feels so good! And he won't s-stop. He
wwiiillllll. . . Kathryn yelled out. The waves of pleasure coming from her
crotch made her body shudder, then tense, and make that so, SO good feeling in
her crotch, spreading through her body. Kathryn collapsed into a sobbing heap
on top of Greg, hugging him at every opportunity. Greg, in turn, retried his
bonds, then enjoyed the view of Kathryn's wet spot. Kathryn turned around to
face Greg. The feeling of Kathryn's stockinged body turning around on him made
his face instantly brighten. Kathryn knelt down over him, hugging his
shoulders and kissing him lavishly on the lips. "I love you. I love you _so_
much!" After a contented sigh, she went back to assessing her captive. His
penis was _still_ erect. He sure did like these stockings! So do I. . . I
might as well just smooth myself across him then. Greg was getting really
excited. Kathryn had his member between her thighs, then started sliding up
and down and up and down! He started to get dizzy, and his eyes lost their
focus. This always happened before he came. She always loved it. He let out a
moan. Kathryn stopped moving. Greg immediately bucked up toward her. His hips
moved about an inch before being stopped by his bonds. He looked up pleadingly
toward her. "C'mon hon! Please!" Kathryn looked back down at him. "I thought
that you wanted to be SILENT." She said sternly. He threw his arms up to grab
her. This only sent a few ripples down the bed. Kathryn slid off the bed,
again standing over Greg's bound form. She touched the underside of his prick.
Greg jerked in response, sending ripples across the bed. Kathryn enjoyed the
way the ripples looked. So she touched him again. This got the same response
from Greg, and the same ripples from the bed. Kathryn continued a few more
times, amused by the ripples on the bed, until Greg's heavy breathing brought
her out of her daze. She put a finger to her lips. "Sssshhhhhh" Her mind
wandered. "I don't think that you DESERVE to come yet. What have you done for
ME in the past few months?" Greg opened his mouth to speak, but Kathryn's
finger at her mouth kept him silent. "And how often have you called me by my
NAME? I think that you should ALWAYS call me by NAME this weekend. Don't you
agree?" She looked over at him, getting no reply. She grabbed the base of his
cock. "Don't you agree?" She asked again. Greg nodded his head yes. "Oh. You
may speak. Do you agree?" Kathryn said. "Yes." Greg stammered, then quickly
corrected himself. "Yes, Kathryn." "You know what I've been seeing? You're
only agreeing with me when I have my hands on your cock. Now if we're going to
get along well this weekend, something's got to be done. Right?" "Yes,
Kathryn." Greg was wondering what she was getting into. Or what HE was getting
into. "I prepared for this very case." She pulled a cockring seemingly out of
nowhere. Greg's eyes went wide. "Bu-bu-uh" Greg stammered. Kathryn ignored
him, and wrapped the ring around the base of his cock. She slid a small shiny
padlock, and slid it through the latch above Greg's penis. It shut with an all
too audible "CLICK." She snapped a braided leash onto the padlock, then turned
to look at Greg. "Let's start again, shall we?" 

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