I sit comfortably in the high winged lounge chair in the warm hotel room. Through the window the sky is clear and crisp, and its deep blue is distinctly chilly. The hard blue reminds me of scornful eyes.

A faraway tiny silver jet airliner crawls slowly through the azure.

"Where do you go to my Lovely,
when your alone in your bed?"
I hum the words softly to myself.

A soft tap at the door and it opens.The sound of the lock and then footsteps.

As per my instruction, Lindt Girl is in her school uniform. Neat and clean and tidy. Her perpetually wild hair is tied back with a piece of ribbon and her skin is freshly scrubbed and shiny. Without make-up, she looks far younger than her already tender years. Dark blue skirt, pleated at the side, hem high above the knees...a little too short perhaps? Blue cardigan over a fresh white blouse. School tie with a chevron pattern, white ankle socks with a double blue ring around their top and a pair of those black school shoes with the small silver buckle. Shiny ear rings and that tiny nose stud.

The cardigan seems a little tight and her full breasts strain against it as if seeking their freedom.Like kids waiting for the bell to ring.

Lindt Girl moves over and leans down to kiss me on my mouth. Peppermint breath. Clean soapy smell. Her hand brushes nonchalantly across the bulge in my jeans. Lindt Girl knows all too well what effect she has on me.

"Are you wearing those panties I asked you to wear Beautiful Girl?"

"You'll have to find out for yourself Mr White".

She unbuttons the cardigan and pulls it off down her arms. The short blue skirt rides higher and her breasts thrust against the white blouse. She is braless, and I can just see the outline of her black nipples through the thin white material. The red and blue school tie remains in place, hugs the deep cleft between her breast and heads south almost to her belly button.
As if signposting the directions to ecstasy.

She opens the small shoulder bag she carries with her. I half expect to see a cling wrapped pack of sandwiches, an apple and a bottle of Oros, but she pulls out a chain of condoms. Lindt Girl is always prepared.

I tie the blindfold over her eyes and lower her gently on to the bed.

"I have the long soft ropes, Beautiful Girl"

I loosen the School tie, reach up and strap her left wrist with it to the vertical of the headboard.I tie her right arm with a rope and then kneel down and bind her ankles with two more. The ropes reach to the feet of the bed, and Lindt Girl now lies spread-eagled before me like an offering on a worship pyre. Her breathing is ragged, and her skin is hot and her breasts thrust against the white blouse.

I casually unbutton the blouse, slowly, button by button. It is like unwrapping a particularly exquisite and cherished gift. As every inch of her sleek dark skin is bared I kiss and nibble and nuzzle it.
There is no rush.


I bite her left nipple. I bite it hard. Lindt Girl whimpers and pulls against her bonds and attempts to lift her knees. The nipple curdles and retreats and then swells and grows and lengthens as a I kiss and nibble and tongue it gently. Over and over.
There is no rush.

I am knelt between her spread thighs and I explore the soft hot flesh of each leg above the knees and trace it with my tongue up to the very edge of the short blue school skirt. She flinches with each kiss and nibble and lick and gentle bite. Her left inner thigh and then her right. Her breathing is heavy and her breasts rise and fall and her skin is goosebumps and she strains against her bonds and her low mews are an erotic symphony.

Push the skirt slowly upwards, milimeter by tiny milimeter until I reach the rim of a very tight pair of white cotton boyshort panties. Lift her slightly from the bed and roll the skirt up and around her waist.

The panties are tight and the swollen lips of her vulva are clearly outlined in the thin damp material, and it rucks up into the deep verical cleft. One fat lip slightly more engorged than the other and the hot damp muskiness draws me ever closer.

I dip my tongue into the crotch of her hot wet panties.

Forgive me for reposting this little story under a new title, but I just got lambasted by PM for tying up and having sex with a 'School Girl'!

How ironic .... on a sex for sale site?

Raises an interesting question.....

When does one man's fetish become another man's perversion?

That is the Irony of life

Fetish or Perversion?

I believe that it is just one long continuum...the one blends seamlessly into the other.

So Laura, do you have your School Uniform on?

I have now developed a fetish for women in school uniform!

OMW..the porn!!

Any ladies in Durban offering this?