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You’ll enjoy this story best by initially reading ‘Deju vu – first encounter’
Danny and Sally are both stirred – and rather shaken – by their initial encounter. There’s a perceptible attraction between them, how far will they pursue it?
The following Monday Sally eagerly prepares for another rendezvous. Recalling what Danny said about attire she retrieves the magazine from her bag and closely peruses the photospread he’s bookmarked. She can’t remember modelling for the shoot; there were so many such sessions back in the day, lucrative, ephemeral and ultimately sexually frustrating.
Sally considers how her current body shape compares? Hips and boobs a fraction fuller perhaps, any minimal weight gain offset by toned upper arms and firm thighs. Her former husband always wanted her naked during sex, Danny, she suspects, thinks differently. Sally enjoys dressing up to make a moment special; subtly altering her persona in the process and making her subsequent undressing so much more beguiling…
Against the odds she finds the actual skirt worn back then and – praise be – it fits. What next? Ah yes, her young man (at what point Sally wonders did she subconsciously adopt the possessive pronoun?) expressed a penchant for stockings. Hardly everyday attire but hey, why not indulge him? Heels are the perfect compliment, she doesn’t routinely wear these either but likes what they do for her legs – and arse for that matter. Sally glances over shoulder at the mirror’s reflection and allows a glow of pride – looking good girl.
Although she’d worn contacts the previous Friday Sally opts for glasses. The on-trend tortoiseshell rims emphasise her large brown eyes and she elects to keeps her makeup simple, a little mascara, a classic red lipstick.
OK, deep breathe, nervous and excited she’s ready to roll. In these shoes public transport is out of the question so Sally splashes out on a taxi to the studio.
Meanwhile across town Danny is also making preparations. Spanking as a sexual prelude hadn’t figured on Danny’s radar until he unearthed those CP magazines. The more he read them the more Danny became intrigued and the stronger the surge of sexual excitement they sparked. One model in particular Kurtköy Olgun Escort stuck in his mind. Now, thanks to their spontaneous acquaintance and subsequent dalliance he’s a unique chance to indulge his newfound erotic obsession.
Nevertheless various questions persist. What is he expecting? Not merely a casual fling, Danny can always get girls. Hard to believe this enigmatic woman is almost a decade older than him; her professional self-assurance contrasted by an aura of incompleteness. What sort of relationship might she be seeking? The doorbell rings.
She looks even more attractive than he remembered. He appears every bit as good as she recalled. Evidently it’s all in the eye of the beholders – both of whom seem slightly surprised to see the other.
Danny breaks the silence: “Glad you could make it, I wasn’t sure…”
“I was, just a bit scared,” answers Sally frankly.
“Any marks from last week?”
“Pretty much gone now.”
“Hope no one noticed them,” he fishes delicately
“No and I’m divorced, if that’s what you’re hinting at,” she reassures him. “So what do we..?”
“Well, here’s what I suggest: a reprise of the old photo shoot in the magazine I showed you.”
“I thought that might be the plan, ” she nods tentative assent.
“Can’t turn the clock back but…” Danny deliberately leaves the sentence open.
Sally cautiously completes it: ” we might choose to go beyond the point where proceedings previously stopped.”
Neither gives voice to what their real hopes, unready to risk rejection of innermost hopes and desires. To discover if the sparks generated by their first impromptu assignation will kindle a fire.
Danny takes the initiative: “I see you’ve dressed much the same as in the original story – cool glasses.”
“To a greater extent than you yet realise,” murmurs Sally.
Danny’s interest is piqued. “The original photo-shoot, in which so you persuasively posed, had a stereotypical manager taking his errant secretary to task.” So saying he leads her towards to the very same sofa,
“Not much of a storyline,” observes Sally.
“Sufficient,” answers Danny, pulling her across his lap into the classic Kurtköy Sarışın Escort OTK position. How wonderful to have a man effortlessly take charge, thinks Sally, no coercion, her complete obedience simply assumed.
“Stockings, I see you followed my suggestion,” says Danny appreciatively as he lifts her skirt.
“I rather took it as instruction’
“Very wise,” he replies, delightedly fondling her posterior curves prior to pulling Sally’s panties down.
“Hey, my knickers didn’t come off so quickly when I did this before!”
“That was then,” says Danny firmly, “this is now”. Surveying the perfect peach of her behind he raises his palm.
Bottom bared and vulnerable Sally feels at once exposed and turned on. Although it’s been years this is a familiar position; the difference being she’s no idea what will happen when her inevitable spanking concludes? A jolt of adrenalin accompanied by a surge of sexual arousal suggests the answer.
The first sharp slap of his hand on her bottom rings around the studio, an initial impact so shocking she gasps out loud. A further salvo rapidly follows and despite the painful sting spreading across her all but naked nates Sally feels her pussy moisten and open; pouting between her scissoring thighs.
The smacks continue, Sally’s nether cheeks grow hotter, her labia wetter. The girl can’t help it, long held fantasies made real she’s so ready. Danny slides his fingers between her legs; the sexual tension between them is palpable. The heel of his hand grinds hard against her vulva and she wriggles animatedly in lubricious response. It’s been far too long since Sally enjoyed such intimate caresses, it won’t take much to make her come.
Abruptly lifted to her feet Sally stands shakily, eyes glazed with disappointment at an orgasm denied, or perhaps postponed?
“You appear to be forgetting the narrative, such as it was,” announces Danny reprovingly. “Don’t be in such a rush. If you recall the spanking was merely a prelude.”
Sally tries to focus; it’s true, most of the CP magazine scenarios she’d posed in featured multiple implements of correction in order to keep the paying punters satisfied. Impacts often Kurtköy Şişman Escort mimed and paused to adjust the lighting and cameras; neither faked nor too harsh. Already this spanking has been much harder, Sally fervently hopes she can cope long enough to reach the climax she craves.
Danny guides Sally towards the sofa. “Kneel, lean forward and hold the back.” Her twin orbs burn brightly; she’d so like to rub them but wisely demurs. “Found this beauty in the studio storeroom,” he explains, purposefully wielding a slender tawse. “A few strokes should focus your attention wonderfully.”
“You spanking my poor burning bum hard already has,” replies Sally ruefully. The sight of the handcrafted leather prompts not entirely pleasant memories of the burning bands it blazed across her reluctant rear in the past.
The tawse descends in a wide arc, gathering speed as Danny skilfully lashes the tender lower curves of her already reddened buttocks. After the first two strokes Sally loses count, grasping the back of the sofa tightly as her mature bottom is rendered increasingly sore.
Half a dozen searing stripes later Danny drops the tawse and undoes his jeans. The moment where previously Sally grabbed her pay check and dashed somewhere private to rub cold cream onto burning buttocks, assuaging the unrequited ache between her thighs with skilful fingers.
Presently there’s a different conclusion. Danny presses against her; she can feel his cock in the crease of her throbbing bottom. Nudging her legs wider apart he easily lifts Sally onto her toes and slides in his length. She wriggles to take him deeper inside, rubbing her pussy urgently against his hardness.
This first fuck is fast and furious, both desperate for the release of pent up emotions so long contained. Ready to go again almost immediately they move onto the couch for a slower, emotionally intense coupling.
“Was it as you’d hoped?” Danny’s enquires solicitously.
“Surpassing expectations,” says Sally dreamily, “and we have the rest of day…”
“I think my flat might be more comfortable than the studio,” suggests Danny.
“Good idea, there’s many roles still to replay, and provide far more satisfactory endings,” agrees Sally seductively.
Sally’s modelling days are past, but her directorial skills and Danny’s technical expertise ideally equip them to jointly produce a new generation of spanking content for online streaming. Of course, to ensure high quality they assiduously test each storyline first.
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