Doctor Copper

This is part 1 of three? maybe four. probably still needs some work

It had been years since I’d visited silicon valley and San Francisco, but on this trip I had made sure to have a few days to visit old friends and just hang out.  I looked forward to my first Bondassage session; the bay area being a hotbed of tantric expertise.  I was a fan, maybe even an addict, of sensual massage, and also a fan of being tied up.  Ms. Copper promised both.

I met up with Ms. Copper on an unusually dry November evening, a Sunday.  I arrived at 5pm, and she showed me in.  It was a pleasant 17C outside, and so she had setup her table in a room with a view of the bay, with the windows wide open, the shutters slightly turned to have the the waning sun illuminate the floor rather than our eyes.  

She tied me up with a gleeful smile, and blindfolded me, and turned on the music… It was a fantastic experience, and I could tell when she was done with me that she had taken as much, if not more, from me, than I had got from her.   She seemed to know more my body than I knew.  The sum of our happiness afterwards was significant larger than the sum before we started.

Perhaps you expected this story to be about Bondassage and what she did to me; it’s not, the Bondassage was just the beginning.  Ms Copper and I sat down and began to chat some more; with headphones on one can’t chat during a session.  She brought out some bits of fruit, and after a few minutes wondered if I was hungry for something larger.  She was, and as I had arrived at her place by transit, she suggested we go for dinner and she’d drop me off back at my hotel later on.  I was quite agreeable to this idea.

We got jackets on, and went into her garage, and her vehicle was a Harley.  She found me a spare helmet, and goggles.   She pressed herself against me, pushing me against a wall, and kissed me; nay, it was more like she tasted me.  “Now, “, she added, “you’ll have to hang on to me tightly.”. She turned around, and rubbed her ass against my crotch. She took my arms, and put them around her waist, and crossing my hands on her chest, and placed one hand on each ample breast. “This is how tight. Don’t be shy; I’ve already bitten you”.

Mounting the bike behind her, my now raging hard-on pressed against her leather clad ass,

I hung on to her exactly as she told me.  She took off up the coast, straight up 1 towards Half-Moon Bay.  The ride was bumpy, and I’m sure she pressed her ass against me far more than was necessary; between the evening dusk, and being behind her, I couldn’t see the road that well, so each patch of rough road was pleasant surprise.  Although I’d been on the road before, I usually had been driving, and I took in the view.  

We stopped about half an hour up, she pulled off the road onto a small path, went through a field and we were at the edge of a rough beach, along the left a 30foot cliff rose, and she navigated across a short span of gravel to a spot with a bit of shelter.  I was surprised to see another bike there; it had a trailer, and that kept me at first from noticing it was identical to Ms. Copper’s bike.  

She had me grab the two bags that were in the paniers, and she me along the cliff to the south.  The surf crashed in the darkness a hundred meters or so to my my right, keeping my attention.  We rounded a corner and found ourselves in a wide, slightly shallow cave. The cave was 10 feet in height, and provided very good cover; a fresh bon fire burned in the front of it, and a few recliners were around.  A single figure rose from a lounge recliner to greet Ms. Copper. They embraced out of my earshot.  The figure wore a hooded swim parka..  “This is Darla Gold”, she told me. “She says we can enjoy her fire”, and Ms Copper moved two long lounge chairs so that they had a view of the surf, but were close to the fire. “Sit, enjoy the view, let your eyes adjust, so we can look at the stars”

I sat, the suggestion, occupying my entire mind for a moment.  I reclined.  The scent of a spliff came to me; and then Ms.Copper was again next to me, handing me the reefer, I took a long pull, and Darla’s hand above my head came out of the darkness, as the spliff continued to travel.  Ms.Copper snuggled against me; she had removed her jacket, leather pants, and seemed to be wearing only boy shorts and her long-sleeve cotten turtle-neck.   She pulled a wool army blanket over us, and I leaned down to kiss her.  She tasted of sweet fruit.

Our lips parted, and the smoke whirled around my head, and I closed my eyes; a body pressed against me on the left,, and I my eyes, and it was Ms. Copper, and she pulled me towards her, and we kissed, and it was if we had never met before. The kiss was hesitant and so full of anticipation, and I just fell into it without another much of another thought.

Well, I did abstractly notice that I guess Darla, now on my right, had pulled my shirt up, and was biting gently on my nipple, and my pants were undone, but my brain did not remark on it, so much as wonder why it was being distracted from this kiss.

The kiss was so amazing, it was minutes before I even thought to grope, Ms. Copper her some more with my left arm.  When I finally got around to that, I found her ass as I had left it, full, round, firm and needing squeezing.  I wanted my right arm to help too, but it was under Darla, it seemed, and unable to move.

Ms. Copper held the back of my head with her right, and the spliff in her left, and she broke off the kiss to suck the last of the butt, blowing her smoke at me.  After that kiss, I needed all the air I could get, and that toke filled me… the night sky spun… was it a minute or an hour, I was not sure.  Longer I thought, because Ms. Copper returned to kiss me from the right… I guess she got up and walked around the recliner while the stars swirled… my hand wanted to grab her ass again, but that hand was tied.  

But my hand wasn’t entirely useless, as she straddle my leg in a way that permitted, nay, encouraged, my fingers to stroke her labia, and this caused her to interrupt the kiss for a gasp here and there.

Darla, now on my left, clearly preferred my hands tied, as that wrist was now immobilized as well… she pulled my pants down, and freed my erection by pulling it out the pantleg of my shorts… this motion always gave me an extra pulse of naughty desire… and I heard Darla murmur appreciatively as I grew larger.   The soft wetness I felt must have been a tongue, and the constriction, some kind of cock ring behind my balls…

Darla must have been shy to show me her face, as whenever my eyes unrolled from inside my head, Darla would have switched sides, but she’d still be under the blanket… licking me, tit fucking me, or just playing with me.  Ms. Copper must have had her tongue in my mouth the entire night long… sitting on my hand, having me pleasure her with one hand and then, when that hand began to cramp, she’d switch sides…

It was a warm night for November, but it was a bit of chill that woke me up, the sky still dark. Two bodies were pressed against me for my natural warmth, heads on my chest, my still restrained hands, cupping their now bare asses.  My cock still throbbed a bit, the cock ring still held me a bit hard.   Warm girl goo coated me from knee to belly button...

I finally saw Darla on my left… or wait, that was Ms.Copper, so Darla was on the right. No wait, that was Ms. Copper.   Huh?  Twins?  I was too relaxed to be surprised, or worry much about it… (Or so I thought for the next two days)

Slowly we awoke with the light slowly growing, and I was released, and I got dressed.

My shorts were gone; destroyed one of the ladies said, giggling.  I went commando in my jeans.  

As I helped pack up the small camp, I was thrilled to find that each time a lady passed me, she spanked me, and then reached between my legs for a further grope.  Once I was even playfully tripped and felt up… I had not removed the cock ring as their suggestion, and I sure enjoyed being desired.

One of them, I think the one I arrived with, that is, the “original” Ms. Copper, whispered in my ear, “she really needs oral right now”, and pushed me towards Darla.  

I approached, shy at first, and then, as Ms.Copper pantomimed having her ass smacked, I became emboldened, and stepped up behind her.  I placed my hands on her hips, and kissed her neck, and before she could turn to kiss me, slid my hands down her ass into her shorts,, dragging them down.  She understood wordlessly, and I guided her to the single remaining chair, and knelt in front of her.

I worshipped her silently, intensively, focused and serious… and then Ms.Copper spanked me as Darla moaned.  That made Darla giggle, which made it impossible for me to remain so serious, and soon we all laughed, except that my mouth was full.  Soon Darla’s laughed returned to being moans, and then some sound in between….

Darla lay still in recovery while Ms.Copper and I took the three loads of things up to the trailer, and on the way back she said to me, “Thanks for that; it was great.”

I went down to grab the last things, and Darla, and smiling at me, she followed me back up the cliff.  When we arrived I discovered the motorcycle with the trailer was gone along with Ms.Copper.  Darla said, “I think you were promised a ride back to your hotel?”, and motioned for me to get on behind her. Helmets secured, we tore up highway to LaHonda, and then over the mountains, back to my little hotel in Sunnyvale.