We had a great morning at the pool and the beach. I had been in my purple bikini all morning and we had just relaxed and played in the sun and surf. The beach was more crowded today than New Years Day after everybody had recovered from the New Years Eve revelry. It was time for lunch and even after an ocean swim I was still a little sandy for the restaurant even with my coverup on. I think you saw that as well. I have no problem wearing a swimsuit into a resort restaurant at lunch but I had sand all over and needed to rinse off.

We went by the room entering from the patio door and it had not been made up yet. You know that tiny disappointment you get when you enter a hotel room and the bed is still not made and the towels changed. Not a problem though as I just wanted to dip in the pool really quick, rinse off and then throw my towels in the corner they would be picked up later.

I jumped into the mini pool and rinsed off. I pulled my bikini top forward and swooshed around through my bush. I ran my finger through my bottom cheeks rubbing sand off and flipped my top off wiping each breast. I grabbed a towel by the poolside pile and went in to get a dry swimsuit for lunch from the bathroom.

When I got inside Chris picked me up and tossed me damp on the bed. Oh my gosh! Let me pee first. I jumped off the bed and ran into the bathroom. My tummy was tingly as I peed. I still saw some sand on my body, but I did not think enough to hurt. I hope there is none in my bush. Of course there is I thought. Maybe I’ll get lucky and it will stay there.

When I got back into the bedroom I was surprised Chris was still dressed. “Are we leaving for lunch?”

“Tracy just get on the bed.”

So I jumped back on where he had thrown me earlier. He followed me and we just kissed. Long passionate kisses. But I noticed his breathing was not as relaxed as usual. And why were we still in damp swimsuits? But I do love a good make out session. So I pulled him close.

That must have been what he was waiting for because when I pulled him close, he pulled out my little belt from somewhere (I am pretty sure it had been in my shorts the day before) and looped it around my wrists.

I just laughed. “What are you doing Chris?”

“ Just stay there.” Then he pulled out his bigger wider belt that he wears sometimes and looped it around my ankles. I just giggled and pulled myself into the fetal position on the bed. My knees tucked into my tummy with my bound wrists pulling them tightly to my chest.

Then he took my body and rolled me onto my tummy pulling my arms out from underneath. He pulled them out and above my head, still laying on the bed and took his suitcase security strap, that you often see foreign flyers use, and looped it through my wrists and around the bed post at the foot of the bed.

What? What is going on here. Then he looped his larger suitcase strap around my ankles and pulled my legs toward the head of the bed but the opposite post. I was laying diagonally across the bed. Then he cinched the strap on my ankle tight pulling me diagonally across the bed with my arms tightly above my head and my legs straitened out and pulled by my ankles. I could not really move at all. I was tight but not taught if that makes sense.

I could see out our back porch window from my vantage point with my chin on the bed.

Then I felt him pull the tie on the side of my bikini bra. He reached under and grabbed the damp material and threw my little purple bra to the floor. I could feel grains of sand as he pulled on the bra. Oh gosh, there was still sand! Then he did the same to the side of my bikini bottoms. He undid each side and then pulled them from underneath me to the side. I now just laid there on my tummy and pulled between the two posts. He gave the luggage straps another pull. They went a little tighter.

“Oh my gosh Chris! I can’t move!”

“Just lay still Tracy, I’ll take care of you.”

He disappeared for a moment to the bathroom and returned, standing behind me by the bed. I could not see him, but I knew that he was there. I could feel the little hairs on my body tremble. That sixth sense we all have. It was not danger I felt, but I had certainly never been in this position before. What was he doing? I could see the little pool if I rotated my head a bit to the left, through the bedroom patio door. But while I could feel Chris’s presence, I could not see him. All I could feel was the cool air conditioning over my naked body.

Then I felt it. A warm drop on my bottom. It started out warm and grew bigger. Now there was a puddle on my bottom spilling into the small of my back, a little trickle between my legs. Then finally contact, his hands on my body pushing the puddle up my back to my shoulders and as far up my arms as he could reach. And then down my bottom and legs to my calves and even toes. I could now smell the unscented massage oil. He reapplied it two more times. My body was warm from the sun and now had a generous and slippery coat of oil as he kneaded my body. I could feel my tummy flutter and the knot that often proceeds an orgasm slowly start to get tied in my abdomen. Chris got on the bed. I could feel his weight over me and he straddled me. Oh! Wow. He had taken his swim trunks off. I could feel his penis touch my back as he leaned over me, running his hands down my arms, massaging my neck and shoulders, really pushing into my back. As he moved his body back his body would lift a little and I could no longer feel his penis touching me. Then his hands got lower on my back. His thumbs in my butt dimples as he called them. Occasionally I could feel his warm breath over the cool AC on my back.

His hands finally reached my bottom. I knew it was going to happen, but the massage had been so nice. I felt new oil on my bottom and his warm hands pushed it to my cheeks. He spread my bottom open and pushed the oil along my crack, across my pucker, to my labia. He reached between my closed legs pushing the oil as far down my labia across my vulva as he could. I could feel the oil just get sort of lost in the hair down my crack, down to my vulva. He just kept pouring more oil until I could feel the same slipperiness on the hairy parts of my body as the skin he had previously massaged. Every time he would rub his hand across my pucker I could feel the tight bundle of nerves tingle. It was still a little sore from yesterday and the oil and his touch was pleasant and made it feel better. Secretly I was hoping not to have my pucker played with too much, but not enough to say anything at this moment as I felt the oil warm and cool on my pucker under the rooms fan. When a tiny grain of sand which must have been hiding in my bush came up with his fingers and ran across my sensitive skin between my pussy and my pucker, it felt like a tiny fiery sting. But not enough to quell the knot tying in my abdomen as I felt my breath catch for the first time.

His hand lingered at the bottom of my bottom. Just barely probing my pucker (My gosh it was still tender), entering between my labia. My tummy tightened and I caught my breath. God please touch my clitoris I thought. But he never went quite far enough down. Finally, I tried to move my hips. I know how to grind my own clit thank you. But as soon as I moved, he stopped me and re tightened the luggage straps.

Then I heard my little travel vibrator start up. It touched my back between my shoulders. My body trembled. Now my nipples were growing erect being squished by the bed.

The vibrator went down my back and to my bottom. I felt him open my cheeks again. I could feel his breath. Then his tongue touched my pucker. I tried to squirm away and even “lock” my butt cheeks closed. My butt cheeks are really strong! But he just patiently out waited my clench. Massaging oil in there until finally I felt his finger slide into the crack again and the muscles relaxed a little. He drew the vibrator down entering between the cheeks. He traced it past my pucker and I could feel the heat radiate from that little spot. Then he drew it lower to the bottom of my pussy. Just tracing that little bridge of skin between the pussy and pucker.

“Oh my gosh!”

Then traced the vibrator back up from my pussy to my pucker. I was quivering now, but slowly. I needed penetration. But more than that, I needed to touch my clit or have him touch it or grind on it against the bed. But I simply could not move.

Then the vibrator started circling my pucker again. Just probing the surface of it. I could feel him push it in slightly.

“No Chris! I am still sore. Unnnggghhhh…”

He would pull it out as soon as it felt tender and then push it back in.

“Chris! What about housekeeping!” In all of the contrasting signals my brain was processing I saw the unmade bed for a flash and though about housekeeping. Seriously. But I could not move and could not see the door from my viewpoint of the back patio.

Then I heard a second vibrator turn on. This second one he traced down my back and then just placed it between my legs nestled against the bottom of my bush and labia. Centimeters from my clit I desperately wanted it to touch.

The knot is my abdomen was growing by the moment. I could feel my wetness but it was disconcerting because there was so much oil I could not feel the normal indicators of my own wetness on my labia. As he pulled the first dildo to the bottom of my pussy I could feel my own wetness now exposed to the cool air.

In this position, pulled between the posts, my primary sensory indicators were the cool fan on my oiled skin, the buzzing of the vibrators and their contact with my body. But the know in my tummy was starting to numb those out. But I knew it would not peak like this. It would just build and ride that crest. Thrumbing through my body, building but not cresting.

“Unghhhhh…Chris.”

Then I finally felt it. I felt his finger slide between my labia sliding down from my bottom into the entrance of my vagina. He pushed inside of me and just stayed still before moving it in and out. He wasn’t really going to finger me right now was he. I was tight as a drum, my body pulsing and his fingers were sending waves through my body. But I needed something to touch my clit. Just a little bit.

“Please rub my clit Chris.”

And with that, one hand slowly reaching a finger into my vagina, he reached his other hand around pushed it between my chest and the bed and pinched my nipple. I could feel the knot explode right there. While he had pinched my nipple the orgasm started from my clit. I could feel the ties on my wrists pulling me as my arms tightened and the same with my ankles. My butt cheeks also clenched and I could feel Chris pull them apart and start licking my little pucker furiously again. Probing my pucker. Trying to push inside of me and then licking down to my pussy.

The orgasm tried to convulse through my body, but my limbs could not move. My head and neck were the only things free to move and I just writhed there as his tongue probed my pucker, his finger, the entrance to my vagina and his other hand tugged my nipple. Then he let go of my nipple and the knot in my abdomen started getting tight again.

Then he replaced his tongue on my pucker with the vibrator and just let it sit.

“Unnggghhh… Please don’t push it too far in Chris.”

I could feel the warmth radiating from my bottom. But my freshly triggered nipples and clit throbbed to try and match the warmth of the pucker stimulation. I was loosing my breath when I felt his penis slide in. I had expected the vibrator to touch my pussy again, but this time the warmth of his penis just kept sliding in. It was welcome, that feeling of comfort. Finally recognizing something in my body that was familiar in all of this nonsense. I pushed back what little I could to meet him. I could do nothing. I simply could not move. I could barely catch my breath.

He would thrust his penis inside me. Long deep prone strokes and then just pull out, resting the vibrator on my pucker. It was maddening.

“Chris! WTF. Please rub my pussy.” I needed my clit stimulated.

Then I would feel the penetration again. Deeper. His hands pulling my bottom cheeps apart while he would just thrust. The cold air touching my crack again. Then he would reach around a pinch a single nipple.

The orgasm again triggered in my clit and radiated through my body. I could even feel my pucker pulse and vagina contract on his penis. But he would just pull out and put the damn vibrator on my pucker. Starting the whole cycle again. The slow come down and un knotting. The breathing stabilizing but then the vibrator settling on my pucker and winding things up, the warmth radiating and then his penis entering again thrusting and then my nipple would get pinched or tweaked setting off a fresh orgasm.

I could feel the sweat trickling down my oiled back now pooling along my spine.

“Chris stop!” I whimpered. I don’t know how long I can take this. I was catching my breath again. Oh my gosh. I can’t do this any longer.

“Don’t worry Tracy. You are almost there.”

My bottom was sore. My nipples were tender now, like my pucker was and even though it had been the center of my four orgasms, my clitoris was almost anxious and left out, craving contact by anything. I felt like it was throbbing but desperate to be touched directly.

As my last orgasm subsided I felt my bottom cheeks spread and Chris’s tongue touch my pucker. It swept over the little knot and then touched the bottom of my pussy. I could not open my legs up wide enough to give his tongue access deeper to the top of my pussy and clit. As the warmth of the knot was building again I felt his penis enter my vagina and thrust. Unlike the previous times he simply kept thrusting. I could feel his penis grow and pulse. And then I could finally feel my own deliverance. Chris’s hand sliding under my hips as he thrusted. His fingers pushing past my bush. I could feel him open my labia with his fingers as his hand slide between my legs down my labia up to their convergence at that little fold of skin covering the center of my orgasms to this point. As he slid them his fingers finally made contact with my clitoris and I exploded. I could feel his penis deep inside of me, but my orgasm was overwhelming. The primary thing I could feel was the electricity arcs emanating from my clit across my body. Down my tied arms and legs to my fingers and toes. I could feel my appendages flex giving them fresh blood flow and relief. My whole body was tingling. I could barely feel the pulsing of his penis now as I noted that his breath had quickened and he was collapsing on my back still thrusting his pulsing penis in my vagina from the back, his fingers still massaging my clit squeezed between my hips and the bed.

Chris pulled his penis out. As well as his hand that was under my tummy. He touched his wet fingers to my lips. I could taste myself on his fingers, but also cum was present. He rubbed his fingers on my lips and then kissed me. I realized for the first time after the kiss that my legs were free. After the kiss Chris untied my hands. I just laid there. My body is shaking but also still immobile from the long time of being tied up. I just caught my breath. Chris gave me a glass of water, but I could not hold it. He just placed it next to me on the couch at the foot of the bed. He stroked my back and I could feel another tiny grain of sand trace down my warm skin. Re setting little trembles of electricity through my body becoming alive with blood flow again.

“What the heck Chris!”