His Timed Desire

The Timer

“I’ve laid out some clothes. Come out when you’re dressed.”

She entered into the long room he had hired for the tantalizing engaging meeting. They were at a sea side resort, and the full length windows browsed the beach, many floors below. He cleared the furniture to the side and had set up a table on one side and a single chair opposite. She had dressed as he directed. Long boots over her knees, a tatty pair of denim shorts, white tee shirt, and matching bra and panties.

Her chin lowered, her eyes on him, expectantly and aroused. His eyes groped her body as she walked towards him, not her eyes. She stopped short of the table with a small smile spreading over her face.

“God you look beautiful!”

She felt an excitement spread over her. Her eyes followed his hand down to the table. A stack of white cards and his cell phone.

“This is a timer,” he said as jiggled the cellphone, “...And it’s set for one minute.”

“Here is a list of cards numbered from one to fifty one,” he fanned through showing her the numbers on one side of the cards, “Now the other side shows you a list of instructions.”

He flipped Card One and read out the instructions.

“Start the countdown clock and take a kiss to your lover,” was written on the card.

He showed her how to start the clock and a minute began to tick away.

He walked over to the chair and smiled at her. He summoned her over with a crock of his finger. She wriggled over excitedly. Her red boots flashing, the white thighs dancing with promise, with the shorts and tee shirt contributing to such promise of feeding their combined lust.

She climbed on top of him and pressed the kiss deep into his mouth. They locked together with only their tongues moving.

Electronic beeping caused her to stop and look down at him.

“What happens now?” She whispered.

“Stop the buzzer and turn over Card Two!”

“Restart the countdown clock and kiss your lover!” Instructed Card Two.

She obeyed.

“Slow the walk down. I want to watch you and enjoy it,” he said.

She obeyed again, deliberately crossing her ankles, swiveling her hips. She let him enjoy the walk, and she took joy in his pleasure.

His cock was hard between her legs. The teasing text messages in the run up to this day, and this event, the abstention from sex or masturbation had heightened this moment, this drive to passion, again interrupted by the beeping.

She turned over the next card.

“How many are there?”

“Cards?” He replied with fleeting causality, “Fifty One, I did say….”

“Start the countdown clock and kiss your lover!” The card instructed.

Each walk was slow and deliberate; instructed by him, whether she was walking towards him or away from him. Fifty kisses she thought, how bloody boring.

“I want to be aroused by your walk. I want you to know when we are out and I watch you walking either towards me, or away, I will be thinking of this day.”

An invisible shudder of pleasure leapt to her heart. Her mouth hungered for him. Her pussy hungered too as she used it to caress him. To remind him that she was a woman.

“Remove your tee shirt, start the countdown timer, and take a kiss to your lover,” said Card Five.

She tossed the tee shirt aside with abandon, took a deep gulp of air, then deliberately lowered her chin and stalked towards him. That’s better she thought as he had given her this power, and she loved the moment.

Her hands ruffled his hair as she pulled him close. She pushed her hips deep onto his cock and held still there. She wanted him to wriggle and move but he was disciplined and did not move.

The cards offered nothing more than a kiss for a few more flips. She was in awe of his ability to wait. Then she flipped Card Eleven.

“Remove your shorts, start the timer, then kiss your lover!”

She wondered how much long she would endure her desire. What would happen if she refused to obey the hateful beeps that delayed her now grinding hips?

His lust was accentuated by her careful walk, dressed only in a matching white bra and panties. She posed like a model would, demanded the attention of the man trapped by lust and love.

Kiss after kiss, wiggle of hips, and the smell of her sex fueled them. His hands pinched her sex, trapping it between his fingers and the long beep of the clock finally ripped her away. She staged rather than stalked away from him. After turning off the beep, she looked at him. Her desire is violent enough to take him in one renewed lunge.

But, reluctantly, she flipped a card that demanded she remove her bra. She compiled, keeping her nipples turned from him. Slowly she turned to face him, then lowered her cupped hands from her breasts before taking the next step towards him.

She put her hands on his thighs and dropped to her knees. He had to lean down to kiss her, but his hands cupped her breasts and played with them. She brought three more kisses like this to him, and on the last one she dipped her head into his lap and playfully bit his cock that was still clothed in his pants before the demands of the beeps drew her away.

Card twenty nine required the surrender of her panties. It also required her to stand facing him with one hand on her hips, and her legs apart. The instruction was to stand there and wait for the beep. She stood motionless for several seconds but her hand dropped to touch her wet pussy. Deliberate she caressed herself whilst her eyes were pinned on his. Many a man would have rushed to her and taken his pleasure, however this man deliberately waited for her.

The next card demanded she stand and continue to expose herself and her sex. Again waves of vulnerability swept over her but she mastered her desire to hide and surrendered to the lust in his eyes. Soon the uncertainty was replaced by a desire.

It was a mercy the the next card allowed her next to him. She dropped to her knees so he would have to bring the kiss to her mouth. Her hands went to his belt and sprung free his cock. She took strength and desire from that rock hard cock, and just holding it was an excelsior to her lust. The power she felt from simple holding him and caressing him was a rich bouquet of control, shattered by the beeping alarm. They both ignored the demands and his hands buried in her hair pinned her mouth to his. Eventually the persistent beep yanked them apart.

Card after card took the long legged, boot clad, naked woman closer and closer to violation of The Rules of the Cards, but she persisted; keen to turn over the last card.

A few cards insisted she sat on his lap with her back to him. They also instructed she lean back and deliver the kiss with her head on his shoulder. His cock poked between her legs and his hands grabbed and squeezed her breasts and fingered her pussy too. She melted into him.

The rest of the kisses were rewarded to her whilst on her knees. Each time she cradled and toyed with the hard, erect cock. She used her thumb to gently massage the tip and as he grew stronger and more demanding, it was she that broke away to deliberately extend his struggles, as she answered the beep. This time she giggled at his sufferings.

On Card forty eight, just a few from the end and she dropped to her knees and on all fours crawled over to him. He was gasping now. Open mouthed as she was, she looked up into his lust. She pushed away his kisses and plunged into his cock. His legs were useless as she drove into him with gusto and force. Demanding control, taking control.

His hands cradled her face and their eyes locked. She winked a long slow wink at him so even in this position of power, she controlled his lust, and her body, her life, her time, were the fodder of his lust.

Card forty nine gave her permission to straddle him and she fed his cock into her. With the tips of her boots on the floor she rode him like a horse. He grabbed her hips pulled her off then entered her with a lunge and pushed into her. He entered her in this manner three more times, and would have continued to bring her this pleasure, but the beeps demanded attention.

“How many…?” He asked.

“Two to go!”

She waved them at him proving her right to interrupt their sexual adventure. Card fifty suggested she turn off the timer and not start it up again. It also gave her permission to fuck him as long as she wanted.

She obeyed.

She slowly, and seductively, wiggled her way back to him. She straddled him and with an arm around his neck and used the other hand to guide him inside her. Again she used her toes to gently bounce and thrive off that rock hard cock.

Soon her mouth was connected with his, his tongue inside her mouth and his cock inside her pussy. They were joined and her hands wrapped around his head. He met her thrusts with jerks of his own. As the pleasure of her pussy took hold of her the regular bounce of her legs weaken by pleasure. She dropped down on him to enjoy the length of him inside her. Her hands clenched him tight not wanting the steel inside her to waiver.

He lifted her off the chair and laid her down on a couch. With him over her he controlled the pace and the lunges inside her. She lapsed into the guiltless pleasure of a man raging over her.

This man was able to hold his pleasure for a long time and she lost count of him pinning her; thrusting and holding still; of lunging and lunging into her, again and again.

She was on top, a few times, directed by his insistence and the chance to play with her breasts. She was under him, next to him, sucking him, and being sucked by him.

Finally he was spent and they lay next to each other, silent and motionless.

“You know, there’s one more card!” She said.

“Lay with your man, and use his body as and when it’s free. Now you don’t need a timer!” She read out the card aloud.

They laughed.