I opened the door for Miranda and waved her into the apartment. Her sheer, flowing blue dress swam around her body as she sashayed her hips walking past me. Her hip movement was partially a result of the heels she had been wearing all evening, but I knew Miranda better than to think that was all there was to it. Glancing back over her shoulder, she caught me staring at her ass and shot me a seductive smirk. In that moment, Miranda's eyes were an ocean of playfulness and I swear that she started swinging her hips more provocatively now that she knew I was watching how the dress flowed around her figure.

Miranda paused as I closed the door behind me. Still facing away, she bent over at the waist and began to undo the straps on her heels. Her dress didn't ride up enough to give me a view, but the fabric stretched more taut over her ass. She was teasing me and I couldn't help but to walk up behind her and raise my hand. Miranda must have known what was coming. She paused and arched her back, eagerly awaiting the slap she craved. When my hand made contact with the sheer material shielding her ass from the outside world, she let out a giggle. "Don't be afraid to hit me harder, baby. You know how I like it."

I raised my hand once more and delivered another, more forceful spank before walking past her. She giggled again as I moved toward the kitchenette of the apartment. I opened the refrigerator and grabbed two bottles of water. It had been a long night and I figured Miranda might be thirsty. I certainly was. However, I was thinking of the wrong type of thirsty: when I turned around, Miranda was waiting for me, with only one strap of her dress over her shoulder and the other hanging loosely. My eyes fixed on hers as she sauntered toward me.

She placed her left hand on my chest, softly pushing me back against the closed refrigerator door. She leaned in, pressing her body to mine, and planted a quick kiss on my lips. She once again locked eyes with me. "Those heels are hell on my back. Can you rub it for me, baby?"

Before I could stammer out an answer, she took hold of the tie hanging from the collar of my lavender shirt and pulled me in for another kiss. Following her to the bedroom was a simple decision after that.

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I rolled my sleeves up to my elbows as she lay face-down on a towel on the bed. She had moved both dress straps off her shoulders, but left it on (for now). Her body looked so inviting lying there. It would be so easy just to run my fingers from her calves to her thighs to under her dress, but I exercised restraint. I grabbed the massage lotion and walked over to the bed. I climbed over Miranda and straddled her, my crotch at the cleft of her ass. She nuzzled back against me affectionately as I moved her hair out of the way and pulled the zipper on the back of her dress.

I could feel her relax under me as I pulled the dress down to her waist, exposing her back. I unclasped her strapless bra and pulled it out from under her, tossing it aside. I applied lotion to my hands, ensuring their warmth, before pressing my palms to her back. Almost immediately she was sighing in relief, indicating that I was doing well. Miranda wasn't hesitant to re-situate herself every few minutes, seductively grinding her ass against me as she did so. No doubt she could feel the tent forming in my pants, but I sensed that was her goal.

As I worked my way down to her waist she was becoming restless, shifting against me more and more often. However, she wasn't the only one who could be a tease. I finished rubbing the lotion into her waist before climbing off her, leaving a hand on her back to indicate that she should remain still. She raised her hips, inviting me to slide her dress off the rest of the way, but I ignored her. Instead, I applied more lotion to my hands and started working on her calves. I used my thumbs to dig away the muscle tension and worked my way upwards, one hand on each leg.

When I reached her thighs, she had had enough waiting and pulled her dress up over her ass so that it lay in a pile around her waist. I followed her thong panties with my eyes as it disappeared between her supple cheeks. I knew that she desperately wanted me to play with her body, but I wasn't done teasing her. I slowly and methodically worked my way up her thighs. Each time I approached her sex, she shifted her body toward my hands, but I just moved to the outsides of her thighs. When I began massaging her ass, Miranda was quite the needy girl. She would vocalize quiet purrs of pleasure, but wouldn't outright tell me what she wanted. I kept my touch away from her dampening pussy.

I was soon ready to turn Miranda over and she rolled onto her back almost immediately when I made it clear that I was done fondling her ass for the time being. She covered her breasts with her hands as she made eye contact with me, feigning modesty. The look she gave me was so unbelievably sexy that I had to do something about it. It wasn't what she had in mind, though.

I pulled my tie loose from my neck and unbuttoned the top couple buttons of my shirt. It was getting awfully hot in the room and Miranda's almost-naked body wasn't helping the situation. She spread her legs for me, using her eyes to plead with me to climb on top of her and give her what she wanted. But she saw that I had other plans when I wrapped my tie around her head, using it as a blindfold. She couldn't tempt me with her sexy eyes if I couldn't see them. Miranda's immediate thought was to use her hands to remove the blindfold, but I was able to interrupt that idea by using my belt to secure her hands above her head. She was far from helpless, but now all she could do was keep her legs spread and pout her lips seductively.

I climbed between her spread legs and brought my hands to her breasts, taking one in each hand. I sensually kneaded the flesh, paying special attention to her nipples. She let out a shaky breath as I squeezed each between my fingers. I watched Miranda pull against her bonds, but they wouldn't give. I traced my hands down her sides tediously slow, exploring her curves, until I reached her thighs.

I slowly walked my fingers to the inside of her thighs and Miranda was practically shaking with anticipation. The lightest touch outside her thong moistened my fingers. I could feel her folds as she tried to grind into my fingers. She gasped when I pulled aside her panties and pushed two fingers deep into her warm wetness. As I sensually flexed my fingers inside her, the noise of Miranda's quiet moans competed with the squelching emanating from between her legs to dominate the noise of the room.

I brought my other hand back to her right breast and squeezed it again while my fingers danced inside of her. I glanced to the nightstand, thinking of the vibrator hidden therein, but Miranda's hips were already flexing from pleasure. I hadn't expected her to be so close to an orgasm this quickly. I gave her breast one last squeeze before bringing my other hand between her legs as well.

It took me a second, but I could tell when I had located Miranda's clit by the moan she let out. I increased the pace at which I was fingering her, watching her chest heave as she fought back the orgasm, trying to make the pleasure last longer. But my fingers were unrelenting. Before long, I heard a soft, "please, Sir. May I cum?"

"Go ahead, babygirl. Cum for me."

I felt her pelvic muscles contract around my fingers, but I didn't cease my onslaught of her sex. It was difficult to keep stimulating her clit while her hips bucked so violently, but I did my best to keep up until she finally began to relax. I gingerly pulled my dripping fingers from Miranda's sopping pussy as she recovered. I cleaned my hands while she caught her breath, still bound to the bed and plunged into darkness.

"Are you going to let me take care of you now, baby?" she asked, pouting her lips.

I opened the nightstand drawer. "Maybe later," I responded as I wrapped my fingers around the vibrator. "I'm not finished playing with you yet."