I received the e-mail late in the morning, when it comes it's usually earlier. I got that pang of excitement reading it. 'I can be there in half an hour. Call me if it's ok.' I ran to the phone, called the number and he answered..'is it ok?' I said 'Yes'. Get ready, I'll be there in 20 minutes. I want you on the chair, blindfolded with your hands tied. I'll let myself in.' He hung up.
I ran downstairs and prepared myself. I undressed and sat on a blanket on the chair, blindfold, hands tied together. I was nervous waiting. I hadn't heard from him in a few weeks. Neither of us are gay and we are both married. A couple of years ago we met by happen-stance. I can't remember how we got to the point we are now..him e-mailing and me getting excited waiting for him.
I hear a car pull up outside...foot-steps up the stairs. The door opens and I hear footsteps approach. The rope holding my hands is yanked up and over my head then fastened behind the chair. Not a word is spoken. I feel a cold hand rub my cock...then my balls...then nothing. Then I feel a very cold hand do the same thing. Wow, the difference is amazing. He would stroke with the hot hand, then the cold. He kept changing back and forth. Then, all of a sudden, the hot hand stroked my cock as the cold hand held my ball sack. In just a few strokes I came with an intensity I hadn't in a long time. He rubbed and pulled until I was drained and left panting tied in the chair.
I heard a bit of movement around me, then heard the door close, then the car start and then nothing. He was gone.
The phone rang ten minutes later. It was him...'I got held up, I should be there in ten minutes.' Then I heard a huge laugh and the call was disconnected.
As I write this I keep checking my e-mail. Nothing today.