If We Met (Part 2)

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"If We Met"
Part 2

She couldn't believe her eyes. Greg had actually turned around and followed
her back! He honked the horn, and motioned for her to pull over. She could
hardly move the steering wheel, her hands we shaking so badly. She pulled
the car to a stop at the side of the road and waited for him with bated
breath. He came up to the side of her car, and opened her door. He sounded
almost out of breath as he told her that he didn't want her to go.

"If I let you leave now, I'll regret it for the rest of my life," he told
her, in a sad tone. "Do you have to go back home so soon?" She hadn't been
sure how long their first visit would last, so she had planned an extra day.

So it was decided that they would spend one more night together. When she
agreed, he breathed a giant but silent sigh of relief. He would have done
anything to see her again. He would have driven all the way to Buffalo if
he'd had to. There was something about her that he just couldn't leave. It
was more than just her looks. She was beautiful, even more so than he had
imagined. This alone would have been enough for most men. But it was the way
she thought. When they spoke, it was almost as if they could read each
other's minds. They always seemed to know just what each other wanted. He
had never been the most philosophical person, but the way that they meshed
together was almost too perfect.

"I couldn't let you go, May. Besides, I still owe you something," he told
her with just the slightest hint of a smile. He watched her face slowly
change from puzzled to amused to radiant. God, he loved her smile.
Especially when he had caused it. She made him feel warm and tingly all over
when she smiled, and she knew it. With the unspoken promise understood
between them, they drove to the nearest hotel and got themselves a room.

It wasn't quite Christmas yet, but it sure felt like it when they entered
the room. He had promised her a Christmas present this year, and had almost
left her without giving it to her! Who knew when he'd get to see her again,
if ever, so this had to be it. He took off her coat, and couldn't help but
smile. The sight of her lovely petite frame in her short skirt and blouse
was enough to almost make him moan.

She tried to remain calm, but her mischievous little smile betrayed her
emotions. She wanted her Christmas spanking and he knew it. That didn't mean
she wasn't going to make it a little difficult for him, though.

She made as if to kiss him. When his lips were almost there, however, she
pulled away too quickly for him. She backed up a few feet and snickered, all
the while looking at him like a vixen. Her gorgeous face with that kind of
look could drive a man crazy, and it was working. He reached for her to kiss
her, but she escaped his grasp, and ran across the room, giggling.

"What's the matter, Greg? Not quick enough?" she teased. Incensed and
extremely turned on by her game, he cornered her. Her small size no match
for his strength, she was resigned to kiss him. Their lips finally met, and
the passion was ignited again. She had one trick up her sleeve, though,
before she was lost in passion. As his tongue slid into her mouth, she bit
it.

His head recoiled, but his grip on her tightened. "That's it," he said. "I
can't believe how bad you're being! I'm going to give you a good hard
spanking to teach you a lesson," he told her in a harsh tone. He told her to
remove all of her clothes except for her garter belt and stockings. She had
a great body, and those just made it look even more enticing. When she had
removed everything else, her turned her around and took the silk ribbon she
was wearing out of her hair. Her hair loosened and fell over her shoulders.

He used the ribbon to tie her hands behind her back. She wanted to resist
for fun, but she wanted this so badly that she forgot to fight back. Her
knees felt wobbly as his hands ran through her hair and then pulled it aside
She felt his hot breath again as his lips neared her neck. He planted two
long, wet kisses, on either side of her neck. She felt a shiver run through
her as he did. He reached around her to find her breasts. Her large nipples
were already hard, but they hardened even more as his fingers played with
them.

He was so caught up in the excitement, that he had almost forgot what was to
be done.

He turned her around, and helped her to lay across his lap on the side of
the bed. Her pussy was on fire as she lay down. "May, I didn't want to have
to do this (yeah, right), but you've brought it upon yourself. Are you ready
for your spanking?" he asked her sternly. She barely managed to whisper a
"yes" and conceal a moan as his hand ran over her ass.

And so it began, his right hand coming down hard on her bare bottom over and
over again. She was shocked at first by the stinging feeling, but soon
settled in and really started feeling it. The heat built up slowly, until it
became hard to tolerate. Her fake cries were becoming more believable as the
spanking progressed. He was worried at first that he was really hurting her,
but the moans of pleasure she let out between the gasps betrayed the fact
that she was enjoying it more than he was.

His slaps were becoming more gentle now, and she was worried that he was
going to stop. Her worry ended when she felt where his hand was moving to.
She couldn't see behind her, but she could feel the slaps moving back around
her ass until his fingers were brushing against the back of her thighs. She
gasped the first time she felt his fingers brush her pussy lips. She had
told him she liked that, but could she stand it? She had no time to wonder
as the rain of blows continued on her beautiful bottom. The first few gentle
hits to her lips were almost painful, and she fought her bonds to break
free, but to no avail. Soon, however, the shocking feeling was replaced by a
another one.

She could feel the warmth in her pussy rising. Soon it became so strong that
she almost didn't notice the burning in her bottom. The feeling built up
slowly until she thought she would faint. She'd never felt such a mix of
emotions before! The helplessness, the pain, the pleasure. She couldn't
stand it much longer, she knew. "Harder!" she pleaded, and his hand came
down harder. This time his fingers found her pussy easily, and she let out a
long, slow moan. "Harder," she whispered, almost cried, again. And again he
hit her harder. She was starting to shake. She knew if this went on much
longer she'd come right on his lap. "Fuck me, please," she moaned now,
almost crying.

He hit her ass three more times before stopping, and then paused to catch
his breath. He was so horny now he could hardly wait. His cock was aching to
get out of his pants. He pulled her up, and told her to kneel by the bed
while he removed his clothes. His cock was sticking out like a totem pole,
bigger than it had ever been. He couldn't believe he'd just spanked a woman!
He'd never done anything like it before. He had little time to think,
however, when he saw how horny and wet his little love slave was. He knelt
down behind her, and kissed the side of her face. "Hurry up!" she told him,
but he took a few seconds to run his tongue around the edge of her ear. She
was going wild! If her hands were untied, she'd grab his cock and shove it
right in her. She needed it so badly she thought she'd go crazy.

Damn it! She'd get him back for this as soon as she could. And she'd love
every minute of it. (YES I WILL, BABY!)

Finally, his hand was between her legs. He parted her lips with his
trembling fingers. He couldn't believe how wet she was! He let his cock
slide into her from behind, and they both almost yelled. He slid it slowly
in and out of her as they both moaned with pleasure. His fingers played
around her sides and found her nipples again. He played with them gently
while he fucked her with increasing vigour. He'd had no idea sex could ever
be this good!

He knew they wouldn't last long, so he made the most of it, giving it to her
good. Her ass still hurt from her spanking, but she didn't care. She was on
the verge of coming when one of his hands ran down in front of her. It
wandered until it found her swollen clit. He ran his fingers along it while
continuing to fuck her. She almost screamed. She came, and came, and came,
forgetting everything around her but his cock, fingers, and his lips on her
neck. For him, it was almost unbearable. She started twitching, trying one
last time to escape her bonds, she wanted to feel him so bad. He erupted
into her with the biggest orgasm of his life.

The strain left them both sweating and panting leaning over the bed. With
what little strength he had left, he untied her hands. Her aching arms were
thankful, but unable to move for the moment. He picked her up off the floor,
and layed her on the bed. After getting the covers around them both, she lay
her head on his smooth chest, just listening to his breathing.

She could stay like this forever. She'd never felt this good in her life.
How could he be this good looking, such a great lover, and still be such a
nice guy? This could only make her dread the fact that she had to leave
first thing in the morning.

With a final kiss placed lovingly on her forehead, she fell asleep with his
arms around her, silently dreaming of ocean breezes and warm summer nights
in that much too far-off dream world of Atlantic Canada.