Part 1
Then I discovered her neck ...
When I bent down from nibbling on her ear and ran my pursed lips down the big tendon in her neck she made her first sound – a long, low moan. Up until this, Regina had been a silent, intense lover; very much in control. Now, she was becoming a giggly little girl, squirming underneath me and becoming more vocal by the second.
“You likee?”
“I can’t bear it. I love it, but I can’t bear it.”
I laid her back on the pillow and propped myself up beside her on my elbows. “What else do you like?”
“I like everything.”
“What do you love?”
“Everything.”
I sighed. “Not exactly helping here Regina. Okay – what don’t you like?”
“I haven’t found anything yet; but if you do something I don’t like, I’ll be sure and tell you.”
“So, no hints then?”
“You’ll just have to go exploring. But Owen …”
I lifted my lips from her left nipple. “Yeeees?”
“I’m not on the pill.”
“Well, I imagine that two creative people like us can accommodate that particular shortfall. … Or maybe …”
I opened the drawer in Spud’s bedside locker. There was a 12 pack of condoms. There was also a bottle of baby oil, a tube of KY jelly and a pair of handcuffs.
“ … we could be in luck.”
Regina’s eyes widened at the sight of the treasure trove. Then she lay back on the bed and said, “Come and get me.”
I worked my way down between her legs and gently eased the waistband of her panties down over her buttocks. She lifted her ass and I quickly stripped the panties off her. Next I knelt on the floor at the foot of the bed began licking her, starting at her toes. I gently massaged the sensitive area behind her knees as I alternated long tongue strokes up her inner thighs. Splaying my fingers over her pelvis, I began tracing tiny ovals all over her taut, flat belly. Meanwhile, I let my thumbs drift down to her pubic mound and began pressing gently downwards.
Her breath shortened and she began to go rigid and relaxed in time with her breathing. I cupped her buttocks and pulled her pussy slowly down toward my waiting mouth, picking up a faint scent of her perfume from her pubic hair. She shuddered as I drew my tongue in one measured caress from her anus to her clit. Her pussy was salty, musky, delicious. She reached down and intertwined her fingers with mine, gripping my hands forcefully as the tension built within her. I focused my attention centrally, tracing figure-8s around her clit and breaking off every few revolutions to lap at her pussy lips.
She held her breath for a long few moments as I worked on her and then let it out in a convulsive gasp as her orgasm crescendoed. She came for a long time – one of the things I have always envied women for – hurting my fingers a little she squeezed so tightly. She then let go of my hands and lay back, panting hard.
I wasn’t finished yet. Not by a long mark. I began blowing very gently on her pussy lips and stroking her engorged labia with the pad of my middle finger.
“No, no. I need a break.”
“Shhhh.”
I slipped the tip of my middle finger into her, marvelling at the different textures I was encountering as I eased my way in. She lay limp, rocking her head gently from side to side. I brought my finger in to the hilt and then started toying with her – drawing circles on the front wall of her pussy. She immediately stiffened under my ministrations and placed her hands underneath her own buttocks to bring herself up toward me.
I withdrew my finger almost completely and then slid it smoothly back in as far as it would go. A few little circles inside and then I withdrew it again. She groaned.
“I can’t. It’s too soon.”
“You can. It’s called being a woman.”
She began moving her pelvis in time with my fingering. Her eyes tightly closed, a slight flush spreading on her chest and neck. Finally, I pulled my middle finger almost all the way out of her again and slid both it and my index finger back into her with the next stroke. I had my palm up, the nail of my index finger resting on the pad of the middle one. When I got in as far as I could go, I pushed a little further, stretching her labia and then reached up inside her, seeking out her G-spot. I could feel the texture of her front wall change as I drew my fingers fractionally back out and I began working gently but relentlessly on that area. I bent to mouth her clitoris while I did this but she yelped when I suckled it.
“Too sensitive. Too soon.”
So I restricted my efforts there to gentle blowing and the occasional stroke with the tip of my nose while I played “come hither” with her inside. Her orgasm this time was very different. It seemed to come on her in waves. She was even more vocal and she soaked my hand with her juices. She lay, spent, on the bed; her arms and legs splayed.
I got her a glass of water from the bathroom and had a few sips myself. Then I sat over her, playing with her breasts and the wonderful firm muscles in her abdomen. My cock, which had been feeling completely jaded, began stirring. I stood up.
“Turn over.”
As she did this, I retrieved her scarf from the pocket of her coat and came back to the bed. It was folded on the bias into a loose band. It was made of heavy, rich silk, but it wasn’t very big – maybe 28 inches square, so the long edge was no longer than 40 inches, but that was plenty big enough for my purposes.
“Bring your knees up under your breasts,” I commanded
“Mmmmmmm,” she said as she complied. “Don’t forget to use a condom.”
“First things first,” I said. I clumsily folded the scarf down and down and down into a long, thin sausage and crawled onto the bed behind her.
“Bring your head up. Look at the wall.” She raised herself up on her hands an knees and raised her head. “Eyes closed.” I lowered the scarf over her eyes and drew it snugly back around her head, knotting it twice at the nape of her neck.
“Ooooh, very Nine And A Half Weeks,” she whispered, her voice catching in her throat – nervousness?
“Drop down onto the bed again.”
She relaxed her arms, letting her face come down onto the pillow and then, turning her head sideways, she spread her arms out wide, seeking the edges of the bed.
I reached over to the bedside drawer and pulled out a condom. I rolled it down over my quivering cock with my right hand while fingering her pussy gently with my left as I positioned myself to enter her. Her pussy was moist, warm and ready and I slid easily into her. She grunted a little as I pressed it home. Then I began doing tiny, tiny thrusts – maybe a quarter of an inch. I reached around underneath her and cupped her breasts as I pushed up against her, more wriggling than thrusting.
“Is that a good angle for you?”
“Can I move my legs?” she asked.
“Of course.”
She slowly straightened out her legs, and my cock slipped out. She froze. I drove it snugly back inside her and held it fully in as she adjusted her position. She ended up with her legs out straight, pressed tightly together with my legs outside her, pressing inwards. I could never have entered her from that angle, but given that I was already in her we could use the position really well.
I placed my hands over hers, still splayed out wide, and then slid them back to grip her wrists.
“Press down on me. Let me feel your weight.”
I relaxed my arms somewhat and let my torso press her into the bed.
“Oooooh God, yes.”
Gripping her wrists tightly, I began lengthening my thrusts. She lay completely still under me, biting her lip as I ground in and out of her. I judged my withdrawals very carefully, because I knew that if my cock came out of her, I’d never get it back in without moving her and that would totally break the mood. I was in as dominant a position as I had ever enjoyed with a woman and I wasn’t going to let a careless move ruin it.
She began testing the strength of my grip, writhing underneath me and trying to pull her hands away from my grip. I let more of my weight press into her back and gripped down tight on her wrists, my efforts hampered as both her wrists and my hands were slick with perspiration.
Realising that her efforts to escape were futile, she began rubbing her forehead against the pillow and the mattress, trying to dislodge the blindfold. She partially succeeded in these efforts, but by the time the scarf slipped down over her nose, I was starting to lose control.
I let go of one of her hands and cupped my hand over her mouth stifling her groans of pleasure. She fought against my hand, trying to jerk her head from side to side and then pulling at my wrist with her free hand, but it was to no avail. I muted all her sounds including the long wail she gave as she came to orgasm. Her struggles put an end to any thought I might have had of prolonging my delay. With a handful of juddering thrusts, I came and my softening cock flopped out of her.
I collapsed onto her back for a moment, blowing like a whale and then rolled off her. She nestled in against me and said, “Owen! So dominant! Who would have thought it?”
The blindfold had fallen down around her neck like a chic neckscarf. I played with it idly and stroked her cheek with the tip.
“What can I say? You bring out the cave man in me.”
This is from Intersection, with Richard Gere:
And this is from a BBC interview:
As always, if anyone can point me to some more images, I'll happily include them. Didn't Sharon wear a pilot's neckscarf in Police Academy 4? If anyone knows where there are screengrabs, I'd be very happy to know. And no, before you ask, the bandana in The Quick & The Dead does not count as a scarf ...
Call me old-school, but this is class, elegance, femininity, style. I think RandX found and posted this one originally way back in the early days of the Scarf Web Site.
Remember this image of Valerie Plame from 'Vanity Fair?' She's wearing an Hermes 'Les Cles' in pink. And what style is she wearing it in? Kelly style. It is almost ubiquitous to call a headscarf that is crossed under the chin and tied to the rear or side of the neck a 'Kelly Scarf.'
"Oooh! Such a pretty model. She's so classy. I love her headscarf. I wish I had the courage to wear a scarf like that. It's so Grace Kelly!"
There's even a dramatic moment when Clark Gable pulls the scarf down off her head and leaves it draped over her shoulders - very symbolic. But no 'Kelly' headscarf.
Might be a Kelly, might be a Classic, either way a small, grainy picture and it looks like a monochrome chiffon scarf rather than a good silk print.
Better scarf - looks like a Gucci, but not a Kelly tie and still in black & white.
The only image I have found in 13 years of web browsing. Looks more like a nun's wimple than a sexy headscarf, but it's the best I've got. Anyone out there got anything better they'd like to share? Notify me in comments.
