After about 5 months of chatting, opportunity presented itself in the garb of a business meeting in her city. I was supposed to be there for 2 days an... had checked into my usual hotel where I had been going for years. After a hectic day at work, I called her for dinner which she declined as she had a prior engagement but was ready to meet at some place for a quick snack. We met at an upscale restaurant which was convenient for both of us. I reached the appointed spot and I was waiting for her. There were many false beliefs about sex and faulty attitudes which led to repression in females. Many guys thought that when married you just hopped on and pumped away without regards to their partners feelings. At least my parents had taught me to have a regard for the women, never hurt them and try to please them whenever possible.In the early sixties I was 29 when my work took me 800 miles from home into another state. Before the trip I phoned a guy I had met through a mutual friend. I closed my eyes as my sweaty hands lifted from my crotch unhiding my hard-on which stuck out in front of me ridiculously. She pretended not to notice and carefully squeezed each cuff around my wrists. I could feel hidden latches fastening together inside of them. The latex of her outfit scrunched as she squat down with the pair of ankle restraints. I stared down at the top of her head hiding my hard-on in my restrained hands as she proceeded to carefully tighten them. Her hair shined. I had a husband to be with and whenever I watered her plants, I would have the opportunity to daydream about her, here amongst her possessions. Realizing the lateness of the hour and remembering that Doug promised to call at 10:30, I left her bed and began to dress. Louise asked me if my clit was still tender and gave my ring a flick. I swear it felt like she'd touched my clit with a cattle prod, the way I jumped. It didn't really hurt but the earring sure did make my little clitoris hyper..