She takes off her g-string, spits in her hands and rubs her cleaned shaven meaty pussy lips. I leaned back on the couch as she climbed and mounted me....She grabbed my cock and rubbed her pussy lips with the tip a few times, then with her feet on the couch facing me she slid my long big black cock into her warm tight wet meaty pussy. She pushed down, then came back up, each time gasping and if to catch her breath. She thrust and wiggle her hips, with every thrust she gets wetter, and moans. But I didn’t.I figured she would be getting off soon anyway, she was your stereotypical business woman, or “strict teacher”, if that was your thing, with her hair tied in a knot on top of her head and glasses that seemed a little too big for her face. She was wearing a black jacket with a grey blouse underneath and a skirt that slid up from her knees when she sat down, and she had long, slim legs in high heels. Not dressed for a long train ride.I, on the other hand, was dressed for a long ride.. I laid her on her back and gently tied a rope around one of her wrists. I then secured her hand to the bed post. Her other wrist received the same, tied to the opposite post. I spread her legs apart and anchored them to bed posts also. What a site, her well formed body stretched out and held that way by the white ropes. Her large, firm fleshy mounds. She looked fantastic. For the next two hours, I kept her like that and explored her body. I covered every inch of her, from her toes to her. We swam and splashed and played for a while. It was lots of fun. She seemed quite unselfconscious about her nudity and I was having fun too.We laid down on our towels after a while. Tara had a question for me, “Can I ask you a personal question?” I nodded. “How long since you’ve been laid?”“More years than I want to admit to,” I responded.“For me it was before I came here,” she continued. “That’s way too long for me. I have a boyfriend in Chicago but he’s for convenience. Fun and sex. He hasn’t.