Restrained

As I rode my bicycle into my apartment complex one afternoon, my neighbor, Annette saluted me with a wineglass from her balcony on the next building over, "Alex, Come over and have a drink!"
Curious, however never one to pass up an offer from a lovely woman, called back, "I'll be over as soon as I shower."
Annette smiled back at me and winked, "Don't take too long, I might get cold."
After I put my bike up, I showered quickly, slipped on some shorts and sandals, and grabbing a bottle of wine, headed over to Annette's apartment. As I raised my hand to ring the bell, the door opened and Annette grabbed my hand, pulled me into her living room, and closed the door. She was listening to some soft jazz and as I turned to face her she swept up to me and pulled me into the kitchen. Semi-shocked in surprise, I let her lead me.
Annette is a pretty brunette; about five foot eight, with red and gold highlights in her long brown hair. She has a nice figure, firm, pert breasts, a lovely round derrière, and long, shapely legs. Today, she wore a short skirt, sheer blouse, and some sexy strappy white heels the accentuated her pretty feet. She was bubbling with enthusiasm as she poured a glass of wine for me, refilled hers, and raised it in a toast. "To my new promotion as sales manager," she crowed, her dark eyes flashing.
I met her glass in midair with a clear tone of crystal and said, "Congratulations Annette! You really deserve it! Why don't you have a party?"
"I wanted to tell you first," she said, stepped up to me and standing on her toes, gave me a quick, bold kiss, "I wanted to thank you for being so nice to me last Friday at the pool." I felt her erect nipples brush my chest and she looked at me with a smoldering, yet wistful look on her face. My head swam with the heady scent of her perfume..., and something else....
Last Friday. She came down to the Jacuzzi, where I was listening to jazz and drinking Margaritas, and talked about her life, job, love life, etc. for more than three hours. I listened as this beautiful lady told me her stories as we sipped our drinks. She had just moved in the week before, was through with her boyfriend, and fed up with her company for moving her on short notice. As she left the pool, I wanted to go home with her, but she abruptly left as quickly as she had come. I hadn't seen her since then.
I looked down at her and said, "It was my pleasure. I enjoy spending time with a lovely lady, even if all she wants is to have someone to talk to."
Annette looked up at me with a mischievous, little girl smile and whispered, "If you want to spend more time with me tonight, we can do more than talk." I felt her foot lift to caress the back of my calf.
I felt stirrings in my crotch as sipped her wine and winked. "I can't think of anywhere else I would be stupid enough to go tonight," I whispered back, swept her into my arms, and kissed her. She responded ardently, her tongue caressing mine as she rubbed herself against the hard bulge in my shorts.
She broke off the kiss and led me to her bedroom and we sat together on the Ataşehir Escort edge of her four-poster bed.
She looked at me, slyly, the tip of her tongue peeking between her lips, and one eyebrow arched high. "I want to tie you up," she said.
"Pardon me?" I replied. I'd fantasized about it, and I found the idea of surrendering myself to Annette like that exciting. "Are you serious?" I asked.
"Yeah," she said. "I'm serious. I want to tie you up. You know, to tease you and torture you..., in a good way, of course." She smiled.
"Of course," I replied.
Annette climbed on top of me, pushed my hands over my head, and pinned them to the bed. She straddled my chest and her skirt rode up her thighs. Just below the hem of her skirt, I caught a tantalizing glimpse of her mound covered by neatly trimmed reddish-brown hair. "Interested?" she asked.
"Well, of course I am," I flushed as she looked at me with lust in her eyes, "but it depends. What would you do to me?"
A devious, sly smile came over her face. "Anything I wanted," was her reply. I looked up at her beautiful face and with only a slight hesitation, said, "OK."
"Excellent!" Annette said as she bounded off the bed into the bathroom. I didn't know what to expect until Annette returned with a handful silk scarves. I sat up in the bed and watched her.
She pulled my shirt over my head and threw it on the floor. She pushed me back onto the bed, straddling my chest again. Annette looped one scarf around my right wrist and secured to the bedpost. She used another to fasten my left wrist to the other post at the head of the bed. I simply lay there, unable to move either hand.
Annette knelt up, bringing her pussy to within inches of my face. I stuck my tongue out to taste her, but she was just beyond my reach. She laughed and said, "I guess you'll never look at me the same way again. I hope you'll remember this the next time you see me!"
"How could I ever forget this," I said breathlessly.

Annette pulled my sandals and shorts off and giggled as my rigid cock sprang straight up. She securely tied my legs, spread-eagled, to the two bedposts at the bottom of the bed. I lay there, naked, unable to move, with my cock standing rigidly at attention. Annette then lightly ran her hands up and down the length of my body, running her fingers across my chest and up and down my shaft. She bent down and gave the head a quick kiss as her dark eyes flashed with excitement. Then she got off the bed and slowly, tantalizingly unbuttoned her blouse, dropped it to the floor, slid her skirt off and stood at the foot of the bed for me to see in just her heels. Her smooth evenly tanned skin flushed darkly and her pert breasts quivered with excitement as she ran her hands over her luscious body. Annette raised one foot to my crotch and ran her lovely foot up and down the length of my shaft, the tip of her heel lightly scratching my balls. I squirmed in helpless delight and then she suddenly pulled her foot away and left the bedroom