Though darkness continued to envelope the house, the storm outside kept all alert ... as well as my "guide" who snaked through the darness with great ease and grace. I stepped gingerly in hopes of avoiding the crash of precious items that always seem to line bookshelves and table tops. We stepped briskly to what I could tell was the staircase and started to climb. Even the little light that night time provides through the stairway window gave me no idea of my guides identity or desires.

We passed the landing and ascended another set of stairs. I could hear something ahead of us in the first room off the stairs. With my senses at a loss, I was anxious to determine anything of note during my journey. When we reached the top I looked toward the sound ... heavy breathing and the creaking of old furniture. Then the thunder and lightening struck.

The roar made her jump, as well as her guide, but with the thunder came the blue light of the strike which illuminated the room off the staircase. In the room was a woman of average build, a brunette perhaps, holding the post of a four-corner bed. Behnd her was a man make slow love to her from behind. His motion seemed tied to the rumbling outside. In front of her was a woman, with short-cropped hair, who was touching her breasts and nibbling at them.

Before she could take in full eroticsm of the scene she felt another tug and was led down the hall to the far room. A huge window attempted to illuminate the room but the darkness still discreetly hid all signs of what was to come. All she knew was she was being takin across the room, a large room. She stopped and then heard the closing of the door.

Her guide pull her hands above her head and remove done from the binding. The remaining had was tied loosely but securely to the post of another bed. She then was turned to face away from the bed as the soft touch of a woman began to carress her face. The guide moved along her face as if her fingers intended to memorize every feature for the mind to enjoy later. The fingers lingered along the lips and parted them slightly. She allowed her tongue to slip out a bit to taste the touch of her guide. The guide played with the tip of her touch and allowed her breath to warm the woman's face.

Her breathing became heavier as the excitement of the moment surrounded her soul. She then felt the hands move along her body. Just enough the learn the curves but not enough even to tussle one thread of her dress. The fingers and hands then carressed her legs, her inner thights. She continued to feel the hot breath of her guide who must have knelt down to explore her legs. The heat of the breath along her inner thigh was more than any alcohol could do to drive the senses.

Her guide pull her hands above her head to remove done from the binding. The remaining hand was tied loosely but securely to the post of another bed. Tiffany then was turned to face away from the bed as the soft touch of a woman began to carress her face. The guide moved along her face as if her fingers intended to memorize every feature for the mind to enjoy later. The fingers lingered along the lips and parted them slightly. Tiffany allowed her tongue to slip out to taste the touch of her guide. The guide played with the tip of Tiffany's tongue and allowed her own breath to warm the young woman's face.

Tiffany's breathing became heavier as the excitement of the moment surrounded her soul. She then felt the hands move along her body. Just enough to the learn the curves but not enough to tussle one thread of her dress. The fingers and hands then carressed her legs, her inner thighs. She continued to feel the hot breath of her guide who must have knelt down to explore her legs. The heat of the guide's breath along her inner thigh was more intoxicating than any alcohol.

The guide then removed the binding and gently pushed Tiffany down on the bed. When Tiffay righted herself she could see the shadows of the guide lighting a candle on the far side of the room. There stood a man ... perhaps one she already had met ... to the right of the candle. The guide then stood in front of the man and began to dance the slow seductive dance of a woman preparing for the throughs of passion.

Tiffany, though bound to the bedpost, adjusted her body to observe the happenings of the room. The man stood behind the guide and began kissing her below the ear while his arm wrapped around her waist. The other arm slid down her side to the hem of her dress where he began to carress her outer thigh.
She took his hand from her waist and moved it to her breast where he began squeezing and carressing while she guided his efforts. The guide seemed to grind her bottom into his pelvis and soon he was moving with the same motion as her. He continued to kiss her neck and then slid the strap of her gown from her shoulder. As it fell away, her right breast was uncovered and the arousal of seeing the guide soon took hold of Tiffany.

The man as the beckoning of the guide began to carress the breast, the nipple peaking from between his fingers while his other arm move around her waste. The guide took this hand and pulled it toward her passion. Upon lifting her skirt, Tiffany could see the guide was without panties and a clean shaven flower of passion awaited. The guide slipped her hand beneath the man's and then he guided her hand to the flower where she began loving herself.

The kissing, carressing and loving was beyond what Tiffany could bear and she slipped off her dress the best she could. Her own hands begain carressing her own breasts and then slipped down between her crossed legs. When the guide noticed her actions, the guide pulled away from the man and walked slowly but deliberately toward Tiffany. Upon reaching her willing prisoner, the guide removed the remaining binding and pushed Tiffany back down on the bed. The guide then let her own dress fall to the ground and proceeded to straddle her freed guest. The guide started slowly and gently but soon sought to satisfy her sexual hunger by parting Tiffany's lips and kissing her passionately.

Though stunned by the turn of events, Tiffany willingly gave in to the moment and found herself returning the kisses with the same passion. She could feel the guide parting her legs and exploring with a free hand. Tiffany welcomed the exploration. The kissing turned from the lips to Tiffany's neck and then her chest. She soon felt the raw emotion of the guide's lips on her breasts, gently tugging at her nipples, then sucking and licking and move carressing. She then took control.

Tiffany pushed the guide down lower and all but asked that she be taken. The guide did indeed move lower though stopping a short a bit to enjoy the flavor of Tiffany's tummy. Soon the guide was between her thights, parting her flower with her fingers and letting her tongue dance with Tiffany's clit. While licking and sucking Tiffancy, the guide then slipped one then two fingers inside of her guest's flower and began a slow in and out motion.

Tiffany still holding her guide's head looked down to see the man slip up behind the guide and appear to enter her from behind. Any doubt in the former prisoner's mind about what was happening ended when the tasting became more passion ... almost with a fury as the man did indeed begin loving the guide's passion. The fury was beyond compare as the guide let her tongue follow the motion of her male lover. When he pushed, she allowed her tongue, along with fingers, to slip inside Tiffany. Her hands let began touching her own breasts as she enjoyed the full passion of a woman's touch while at the mercy of a man's desire ...

my first story, more to come.