Afternoon tea with benefits (F/F)

[Janbound]

Jan, a 36-year-old blonde with a curvy figure, stepped into the quaint Cornish tea room, her eyes scanning the vintage decor that whispered of a bygone era. Her red heels, so impractical for cobbled streets she’d found out, clicked on the stone floor as her striped skirt flowed. The scent of freshly baked scones wafted through the air, mingling with the comforting aroma of steaming Earl Grey. She had come to this picturesque town to escape the weight of her recent divorce, seeking solace in the quiet rhythms of a place untouched by the chaos of her past. The cobblestone streets and the soft hum of the ocean had promised a gentle balm to her bruised soul.

Her gaze fell upon a young waitress with a shy smile, who moved gracefully among the tables, white apron over her black T-shirt and red skirt and most surprisingly, barefooted on the cool stone floor. There was something about the way the waitress's apron strings danced around her ankles as she worked that sent a shiver of curiosity down Jan's spine. She felt drawn to the girl, an unfamiliar sensation that whispered of desires she had never allowed herself to explore. The waitress noticed Jan's lingering gaze and offered a knowing smile, setting a cup of tea and a plate of scones before her with a gentle grace that seemed to hint at secrets waiting to be uncovered.

As Jan sipped her tea, the warmth spread through her, not just from the liquid in the cup but also from the way the waitress's eyes lingered on her, sparkling with mischief. The room grew fuzzy around the edges as the two women shared a silent conversation filled with unspoken understanding. The waitress leaned in, her voice a soft murmur that seemed to resonate in Jan's very bones. "Would you like to try something... different today?" she asked, her bare toes curling and uncurling as she spoke. Jan felt a thrill of anticipation, the hint of an adventure that was as unexpected as it was alluring.

With a nod, Jan followed the waitress through a hidden door at the back of the tea room, into a dimly lit chamber where the air was thick with the scent of leather and the faint sound of jazz played from an old-fashioned record player. The walls were adorned with velvet tapestries, and a plush red leather chair with restraints stood in the center of the room. The waitress, whose name she had learned was Lila, walked over to a wooden chest in the corner and opened it to reveal an assortment of silk scarves and shiny handcuffs.

Lila turned to Jan, her eyes glinting with excitement. "I take it this is your first time?" she inquired, her voice a delicate blend of confidence and tenderness. Jan felt a rush of nerves, her heart pounding in her chest as she nodded. Lila's smile grew wider. "Don't worry," she assured, "I'll make sure it's everything you've ever dreamed of."

With gentle hands, Lila began to unbutton Jan's blouse, her touch as soft as the whispers of the sea outside. Jan's breath hitched as the fabric fell away, exposing her lacy bra to the cool air of the room. She felt a mix of vulnerability and exhilaration, like standing on the edge of a cliff, ready to leap into the unknown. Lila put her arms around Jan and un clipped her bra, then flicked the shoulder straps off. Jan let it fall to the floor, surprised an her lack of self consciousness as her naked breasts felt the cool breeze upon them and Lila took her hand and led her to the chair, her bare feet silent on the cold stone floor. Jan sat down, her heart racing as Lila secured her wrists with the velvety scarves, each knot a promise of the pleasure to come.

The waitress's bare toes played with Jan's heels as she stepped closer, her gaze never leaving Jan's eyes as her toes hooked the heels off her feet. She bent down, her breath warm on Jan's cheek, and began to tie her ankles to the chair legs with the same tender care she had used for her wrists. Jan felt the leather of the chair's upholstery against her bare skin, the soft caresses of the silk against her wrists, and the warmth of Lila's body as she leaned in to whisper, "You're so beautiful." The words sent a shiver down Jan's spine, and she leaned back, feeling the restraints hold her firmly in place. Lilla’s finger tips traced the arches of Jan’s feet causing her to giggle and fight against the restraints. “Ooohhh.” Grinned Lila. “Is someone ticklish?”

With a gentle tug, Lila pulled Jan's skirt up, revealing her lacy panties. Jan felt a rush of heat between her legs, and she couldn't help but let out a soft gasp. Lila looked up, her eyes gleaming with excitement, before she leaned in to kiss Jan's neck. Jan's eyes rolled back in her head, the sensation sending waves of pleasure through her body. Lila laid back in the floor and reached under Jan’s skirt, her bare feet moved to Jan's thighs, her toes tracing circles on the sensitive flesh just below the fabric. Jan felt the wetness grow, and she squirmed in the chair, the restraint of the scarves biting into her skin just enough to remind her of the thrilling situation she was in.

"You're so responsive," Lila whispered, her voice almost purring like a contented cat. "I can't wait to see how much more you'll enjoy this." Her toes moved higher, reaching the edge of Jan's panties and giving them a teasing flick. Jan's hips jerked, and she bit her lip to stifle a moan. The anticipation was exquisite, her body begging for more.

Lila's bare feet slid up Jan's thighs, the coolness of the stone floor contrasting with the heat radiating from her skin. She deftly hooked her toes under the elastic band and began to tug the panties down. Jan felt the material glide over her sensitive skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. When they were around her knees, Lila playfully tickled the back of Jan's knees before grabbing them with her hand, removing them completely, tearing the soft material, her movements as graceful as a dancer's. “You won’t be needing these any time soon.” Jan was now fully exposed to the cool air, her breathing quickening as she felt the first touch of Lila's bare soles against her bare skin.

The young waitress stepped closer, her legs straddling Jan's, and lowered herself onto Jan's thighs. The sensation of Lila's warm soles on the tops of her feet made Jan's body tense with excitement. Her eyes widened as Lila began to rub her feet up and down Jan's thighs, the soles of her feet gliding over her skin with surprising gentleness. Jan's breath came in ragged gasps as Lila's toes grazed the sensitive area around her crotch, the anticipation building like the crescendo of a symphony.

“That’ll my break over for now.” Said Lila. “Don’t go anywhere will you.”

“But...my tea...it’ll get cold!” Jan managed to gasp out between her breathless moans.

“Hahahahah. I’ll have something else to keep you warm later.” Lila said. She picked the remains of Jan’s discarded panties off the floor, after kissing her tenderly in the lips she gently pressed the won’t, damp material into Jan’s mouth then tied a silk scarf between her teeth to complete the gag. She slipped a velvet blindfold over her eyes, fastening it with Velcro behind her head then padded silently back to work, leaving the older woman alone, topless, knickerless, blindfolded and gagged , tied to a chair with her skirt hoisted up exposing her most private place.

The waitress returned to the tea room, the sound of porcelain and the hum of customers a stark contrast to the intimate scene she’d just left. Jan could hear the muffled chatter through the wall, the clinking of teacups and the occasional laughter. It made her feel naughty, thrilled and somehow, a bit scared to be so helpless a few metres away from people drinking tea. Her heart was racing.

The sensation of Lila’s bare feet had been electrifying. The way her toes had danced over Jan’s skin had been a tantalizing tease, and now, with the blindfold and gag in place, Jan's other senses were heightened. She heard the squeak of the chair as she shifted, the fabric of her skirt rustling against the leather of the chair. The smell of leather grew stronger as she breathed in deeply, her chest rising and falling with each shallow breath.

As Jan waited, she felt a bead of sweat trickle down her spine. The anticipation was unbearable. What would Lila do next? Would she return to continue this erotic dance, or would she leave Jan stranded in this sea of unexplored sensations? Each second that ticked by was a silent symphony of desire and uncertainty. Jan’s mind raced with images of Lila’s bare feet caressing her skin, her toes curling around Jan’s body, exploring her most sensitive spots.

[LunaDog]

Absolutely magnificent!

[StringTheorist]

Wonderful description, @Janbound . I'm eagerly awaiting the sequel(s). High tea? Dinner tea? Evening Tea?

ST.

[radarlove67]

Wonderful story Jan, I like your style.

I look forward to future instalments.