Date: Fri, 17 Dec 1999 17:55:10 -0800 From: J. Ocean Subject: my-seventeenth-summer-4 My Seventeenth Summer, Part 4 Things actually didn't change much except that I became Madeleine's lover as well as her maid and gardener. It was lucky that I'd already been working for her, since it meant that I didn't have to make excuses to my folks to spend time at her house, as they had no reason to suspect that anything was going on other than my picking up some extra cash. I should have felt weird, I guess, sleeping with Madeleine when she was paying me. At that point, I would have done everything I was doing for her, and anything else she asked, for nothing. But she kept paying me at the end of every week and I didn't feel ashamed; I felt like I was doing good work and that what was happening between us sexually was something separate. I spent a lot of the money on new underwear, lingerie, and skimpy, sexy outfits that I thought Madeleine would like. We got into a sort of daily routine. While she was at work during the day I'd do whatever chores needed doing, run errands and do the grocery shopping, and spend the rest of the time sunbathing and reading. Most days around 6:30 or 7 Madeleine would call me to let me know she was on her way home. I'd meet her at the door like some kind of 50s housewife, martini in hand, wearing something sexy (bra and panties, bikini, tube top and miniskirt) and sometimes nothing at all. Madeleine would smile, kiss me, take her drink, and slide a hand between my legs to feel my wetness, which was always well advanced in anticipation of her arrival. "I see you've been warming up," she liked to say. Then she'd have a seat on the sofa and I'd take off her shoes and massage her feet as she told me about her day. I'd slowly work my way up her legs, feeling her tight, strong calves and kneading her smooth, muscular thighs, then hike up her skirt and pull off her panties. Then I'd lavish attention on Madeleine's sweet pussy as she leaned back, sipping her martini with one hand and stroking my hair with the other, occasionally pulling my head tight against her crotch as the passion took hold. When Madeleine was satisfied she'd lift my chin and kiss me on my now juice-slick lips. That was a signal that it was my turn. She liked me to pose for her, spread- eagled on the dining room table or on all fours on the divan or upside-down on the recliner with my head on the ground and my feet in the air. She'd stand up, smoothing out her skirt, and walk over to me, still in her suit (now sans panties, of course). Removing any clothes I might still be wearing, she'd stroke, cup, and suck my tits, kiss and lick her way down my belly and bush, and give me several overwhelming orgasms. Then it was time for dinner. It gave me great pleasure to serve Madeleine stark naked, still feeling the warm afterglow of our lovemaking session, bustling back and forth between the kitchen and the dining room. Often I'd be standing over the stove and suddenly feel her lips on the back of my neck as her hand reached around to cup my still-tingling pussy, pulling me tightly against her. By the time we were finished eating, it would be getting late. I hated to leave but my mom insisted that I be home by ten. I'd get dressed and put the dishes in to soak, then after a long embrace I'd be on my way, dreaming of tomorrow. On the weekends Madeleine would usually still be asleep when I got there, so I'd make breakfast and bring it to her in bed. Nothing made her happier than to be awoken by the feeling of my tongue sliding into her cunt, so I'd always creep into the room and slip under the covers as quietly as possible. For awhile after that we'd alternate eating breakfast with rolling around locked in a sweaty, fervid 69. Then we'd while away the rest of the day laying around naked, reading, watching movies, whatever. One particular Saturday it was early afternoon and I was lying naked on the couch watching a movie as Madeleine did some paperwork. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Madeleine walk into the room and lean in the corner, watching me watch the movie. I could tell she was enjoying it so I kept my eyes on the screen, sensing her gaze on me, feeling my nipples grow hard and my vagina moist. It had been long enough since breakfast that I was starting to feel horny again, and I hoped she had something nasty in mind. After about ten minutes she came up behind me and kissed me on the ear, and whispered, "Morgan, do you trust me?" The question took me by surprise but I didn't hesitate in my answer. "Of course I do." "Good," she said, and then darkness enveloped me. She had slipped some kind of blindfold over me and tied it behind my head. The sound of the TV died away as she switched it off and the room was quiet as Madeleine took me by the hand and pulled me up from the couch. Her hands encircled my wrists and brought them behind my back, then I felt the cool touch of metal and heard two clicks--handcuffs. Madeleine took me by the arm and led me from the room. This whole thing was taking me by surprise--I felt strange, nervous, but excited. We walked into the kitchen--I could tell from the feel of the linoleum--and stopped. I heard the jingling of keys and then the sound of a lock being turned and a door opening. I remembered that there was a door leading off the kitchen that was always locked; I'd never known where it led. Apparently I was going to find out. Madeleine took me by the arm again and led me down a flight of carpeted stairs. At the bottom we took a few steps forward and then she turned me around. Her hands gripped me around the waist and lifted me up; when she let go my naked ass was on a cool, soft, leathery surface. The keys jingled again as Madeleine unlocked the handcuffs and removed them. She reached around and stroked my thigh. "Good girl, Morgan," she said. She gently pushed me down onto my back; the surface was cushioned but firm and felt good against my body. Madeleine lifted my arms up over my head. I heard rattling and cool metal closed around my wrists, then my ankles. My legs were apart, my arms held tightly enough to get my attention but not enough to be painful. "If you only knew," Madeleine said. "If you only knew how lovely you look right now." Nothing happened for a minute. Then I felt Madeleine's hands reach around my head to untie the blindfold, and I could see again. I was in a spacious, dimly lit room with wood-paneled walls. I met Madeleine's eyes and saw a lot of things playing there: lust, mischief, a hint of cruelty mixed with affection. She had me completely in her thrall and was loving it. And so was I. Madeleine did a slow striptease, though it didn't take long, because she was only wearing a T-shirt and jeans. She jumped up onto the platform where I was bound and straddled my stomach without actually touching me. Smiling slyly, she circled her nipples with her fingertips, causing them to harden exquisitely. I wanted to suck them but I couldn't move. She leaned forward, dangling her breasts over my head, then back, running her hands up her legs to her pussy, where she spread her lips and eased a finger inside with a little squishing sound. Now she was driving me out of my mind. It was killing me not to be able to taste her; I strained against the chains that held my wrists and ankles, fruitlessly. I sighed loudly and tried to relax, not struggle, and enjoy watching her. She leaned forward again and stared into my eyes from inches away, her raven hair brushing my face, and brought her fingers, deliciously redolent of her wonderful scent, to right under my nose. "I bet you'd like some of this, wouldn't you?" It was a rhetorical question but I tried to answer anyway; my voice wouldn't work, so I nodded. Madeleine sat up. "Well, that's too bad," she said. "It's no fun if you don't have to wait." With that, she leapt up, turned, and left, closing the door behind her.