It’s Valentine’s Day! One of Stephanie’s favorite days of the year.  She always looks forward to seeing what romantic gesture the guys come up with.  In the past, she’s had everything from a sappy card, so cheap and unimaginative, to diamond earrings, which her mother made her return because they were way too expensive. 

She plans on getting Taylor something as well, the gifts aren’t just for the girls anymore.  She has already been picking up chocolate hearts, mini bags of his favorite chips, or boxes of his favorite candies every time her mom sends her to the store for groceries.  She plans on finding something bigger and placing it in a basket along with all the edible goodies. Taylor will need a snack after school and basketball practice.

Maybe she can go somewhere after lunch to find that. She skipped school today. She must get ready, because she has lunch plans with Matthew.  She dresses in a mini skirt so tight that she can’t possibly wear anything underneath and a tight-fitting gray tube top.  She takes out some books from her backpack and replaces them with handcuffs and four-inch heels.  She checks her makeup and hair in the mirror, pulls down her top a little more and leaves the house.  She walks two blocks east and sees her ride waiting at the stop sign. 

They drive over to the café across the street from that fancy restaurant in the middle of town and find a seat near the window.  Stephanie runs her hands through his hair and whispers something in his ear.  His cheeks grow red.  He turns to her and kisses her, his hand running up her outer thigh to the hem of her skirt.  Gently he puts the tips of his fingers under the soft fabric and runs them around her leg to her ass.

Just then, the waitress clears her throat.  They both turn their heads to look at her, no shame, just a “What do you want?” look. 

“Would you like to place an order?” she asks.

They pull themselves from each other’s grasps grudgingly and look at the menu.  Matthew orders a bacon cheeseburger with fries and Stephanie decides to just share his.  Once the waitress is gone, Stephanie throws her right leg over both of his, the already short, tight skirt rising even farther.  Looking into his eyes, she runs her hand down his right arm, grabs his hand and places it near the edge of her skirt on her inner thigh.

He doesn’t need any more of an invitation than that.  He wraps his free arm around to the side of her head and pulls her in for another kiss.  His hand rubs her bare thigh inching higher and higher. 

Stephanie pulls in a deep breath when the tips of his fingers touch the shaved lips between her legs.  He prods further, spreading apart her lips and finding that sweet spot that has Stephanie doing her best to refrain from bucking against his hand.  When he slows his rubbing, she pulls from their kiss and whispers, “Do you want to eat that cheeseburger or would you rather eat something juicier?”

After telling the waitress to cancel the order, Matthew takes her hand and leads her out of the restaurant. 

“Are you ready for our out-of-town adventure?”  He leaves the parking lot and heads out of town.

“So ready!  I’m going to blow your mind today.  You’re going to go home to that slouch of a wife and pound her just so you can imagine it’s me.  You know you can’t get enough of me.”

“I definitely can’t get enough of you,” he responds as he places his hand between her legs. “As for my wife, she has been so frigid lately.  She wasn’t like that when we first got married.  We’d screw every day, multiple times a day.  She enjoyed the adventures, the excitement.  After little Amy came along, she says she’s just too tired.  I would love to just be able to storm into my own house and take my own wife.”

The rest of the conversation on the way to the hotel is pretty much the same, him complaining about his wife or the rival school basketball team, which he coaches. Stephanie wishes she would never have brought up his wife.  She doesn’t like being the person he complains to about her.  She couldn’t care less about her.  Trying to get him to stop talking, she kisses his neck and sucks on his earlobe.  She runs her tongue around his ear and then puts it in his ear.  Her hand is exploring every part of him she can reach.  She makes sure to stay away from his crotch.  She needs him to save that for the hotel.

An hour and a half later, they finally arrive at their destination.  Matthew checks them in, and they get on the elevator.  He presses the button for the top floor.  When he unlocks the room, Stephanie is surprised to see he has sprung for a suite!  There are rose petals on the bed as well as a box of a dozen long stemmed red roses on the table.  In the bathroom, the jacuzzi tub is filled with bubbles and rose petals are sprinkled on top of those as well.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Stephanie,” he whispers in her ear.

Elated with this turn of events, Stephanie squeals and jumps into his arms, wraps her legs around his waist, and kisses him passionately.  He carries her to the bed and throws her down.  As he’s about to climb in on top of her, she tells him, “First, grab my backpack.  I have something you might want to see in there.”

Matthew lifts his eyebrows and retrieves the backpack.  He hands it to her, and she digs around, pulling out the handcuffs.  She dangles them on the tip of her finger. His eyes widen as she says, “I told you I’d bring something to spice things up.”

“My goddess, you are amazing,” he says as he takes the handcuffs from her.  “Before I put these on you, why don’t you do a little strip show for me,” he tells her.  She smiles and gets up from the bed. 

Seductively, she grabs the hem of her shirt, dancing slowly, she brings it up to the bottom of her breasts.  She rubs her flat stomach and runs her hands over her still covered chest.  She runs her hands through her hair, turns around and bends over, grabbing her ankles.  Matthew can see straight up her skirt and can tell that she isn’t wearing underwear.

Slowly she runs her hands up the back of her legs as she stands up straight.  Her hands catch the bottom of her skirt, and she drags it up to her waist, leaving her ass bare for his viewing pleasure.  She rubs her ass and smacks it, making it jiggle just a little.  Turning around, she puts her hand between her legs, runs her finger between her already wet lips and runs it down his face.

All the while, Matthew is transfixed.  He can’t get over how lucky he is to have found this slutty teenager who wants nothing from him other than a good fuck.  And damn is she a good fuck.  Her body is so tight, so beautiful, and that shaved cunt is glorious.  His cock hardens as he thinks about ramming it into her tight twat. 

Stephanie has now stepped out of her skirt, heels still on.  She slides her top down so that it covers where her skirt used to be and unhooks the strapless bra she has on.  The bra falls to the floor, and she kicks it away.  Her breasts don’t even fall much.  They’re perky even though they’re huge.  She pushes them together and brings one up to her mouth.  She licks her nipple and then takes it into her mouth, sucking on it.  She grazes it with her teeth and then bites down, letting out a little whimper.  She repeats that with the other breast. 

Matthew is stroking himself.  He’s so ready for that last piece of clothing to be off her, but he dares not interrupt the show.

Finally, she steps out of the top as well and walks towards him on the bed.  He grabs her ass, pulls her to him, and kisses her stomach, squeezing her cheeks and pulling them apart.  He fingers her little hole.  Then he trails his tongue down stopping just before he reaches her cunt.

With one hand, he grabs the handcuffs off the bed and attaches one to her right wrist, then drags her on to the bed.  He wraps the chain around the headboard and then attaches the other to her left wrist.  She spreads her legs, one foot on each side of the bed.  For a minute, he just stares at her in her naked glory.

“Oh, no!  Please sir, don’t hurt me.  Whatever will you do to me?” asks Stephanie, trying to sound innocent.

“A few things come to mind,” he tells her.  “I might have to try them all.  Any limits I need to know of or a safe word?”

“Fuck, no.” Her innocent act falls away, “I trust you.  I wouldn’t have brought handcuffs if I didn’t.  You may have noticed, they’re not the easy release kind either.  The key is in the side pocket of my backpack.”

“Perfect.” He strips out of his pants and takes off his shirt, then climbs on top of her.  “Foreplay next time, you got me too worked up with that striptease,” he informs her as he grabs her by the waist, bringing her up to the level of his cock and slams his six-inch erection into her waiting pussy.

He marvels at how tight she is, knowing that he’s certainly not the only guy she fucks on a regular basis. Running his hand up her stomach, he pulls on her erect nipple as he pounds into her pussy over and over. She moans with delight.

“Fuck me harder, baby,” she pleads.

Far be it from him to deny her.  She likes it rough, and Matthew loves to give her what she wants.  As he picks up speed, ramming into her sopping wet pussy, he pinches her nipple, and she gives out a small cry of pain.

He feels his orgasm building. Releasing her nipple, he puts his hand back on her waist. Rocking back and forth and using his hands to move her on him, he plunges deeper and deeper into her, his balls slapping on her ass. Unable to hold it any longer, he cries out and releases his sperm into her.

When he is done, he pats her stomach and gets off the bed, leaving her there breathing heavily.  He heads to the bathroom to clean himself up.  Stephanie lies there, waiting for him to be done so he can let her out of these cuffs.  When he gets back to the room, he pulls up a chair next to the bed and sits there, still naked.  He picks up the room service menu from the nightstand and looks over it.

“Forgetting something?” Stephanie asks.

“Hm?  No, I don’t think so,” he answers.

She laughs a little but is also kind of annoyed.  “Can you let me out of these cuffs?”

“No, I don’t think so,” he answers again.

“What?  Matthew, I need to get up and go clean off.”

“No.  You’re going to stay there like a good little girl while I order some food.  When it gets here, I’ll make sure to feed you.  Until then, I’m just going to look at your gorgeous body, maybe cop a few feels, keep you excited until round two.”

“Round two?”

“I told you I had a few ideas, and I was thinking of trying them all.”  He moves to sit next to her on the bed, rubbing her breast, playing softly with her nipple.  He grabs the phone with his other hand and calls the front desk.  He places an order for a fruit and cheese tray, never stopping his fondling of her, and hangs up.

Stephanie quietly chastises herself for not bringing the quick release cuffs, but she does trust him.  His touch is so soft.  Her body tingles.  He runs his fingers softly all over her.  She looks at him longingly.  His wife is a fool, she thinks, not wanting all of this, all the time.  He gently pushes the hair out of her eyes and kisses her lips.

When he hears the knock on the door, he grabs a towel from the bathroom and wraps it around his waist.  He takes the tray and closes the door.  Bringing the tray over to the bed, he takes a grape from the stem and feeds it to her.  When the tray has been halfway eaten, he puts it aside, smiles at her, and climbs back onto the bed.

“I hope you’re not full.  I’ve got something else for you to eat.”  He throws his leg over her chest.  His partially hard penis dangling in front of her face.  He shakes it so that she has to work to get ahold of it.

She moves her head and finally takes it into her mouth, feeling it grow as she sucks on it.  When it’s fully hard, he takes over.  He grabs the back of her head and begins fucking her mouth.  He grunts and thrusts and is amazed as always at how much of him she can take down her throat.  Just as he is about to cum, he pulls out and squirts it all over her face.  She uses her tongue to lick up as much as she can reach.

“Your turn,” he tells her, and she is glad he didn’t just walk away again.

He slides down her body and puts his face in front of her pussy.  He uses his tongue to play with her clit and feels her jump and buck.  Hears her little yelps of painful pleasure.  It’s killing her that she can’t touch him, can’t run her hands through his hair or push his head down and rub it in her cum.  He lifts her to his mouth and pleasures her like no teenage boy can.  He rubs her lips with one hand as he’s eating her clit and then slowly slides in two fingers.

She moans. “Oh yes, fuck me again,” she tells him.

Matthew slides his fingers in and out of her pussy, so wet and slippery.  He inserts another and begins moving his fingers faster. He puts his pinky and thumb close to his other fingers and puts them in as far as he can. Stephanie is twisting and pulling herself up by the cuffs, but he pushes forward, not letting her back up from his hand.  Putting as much of his hand as he can inside of her, he is unrelenting in his fucking. He is rewarded as he begins to feel her orgasm building. Finally with her full body shaking, she shakes releases her orgasm with a long, low moan.

“Satisfied?” he asks her as he moves to sit next to her on the bed.

“You might just ruin me for other men.  There’s no way Taylor could ever top this.  He doesn’t have the same imagination.  Grab the key from my backpack, please.  I have got to go get cleaned up.”

After an hour and a half ride back, they stand outside her car behind the café and make out again.  School is almost out.  Their timing couldn’t have been more perfect, though now she doesn’t have time to make it somewhere to add something to Taylor’s basket before he picks her up for dinner tonight.

“Outside next time,” he tells her as he holds her hand and steps away.

“At night,” she responds, letting go of his hand and staring at him as she slips behind the wheel.