Harvest Moon: My First Bound Ecstasy Under the Ancient Apple Tree
The pebbles clattered against Linda’s window like gunfire in the dead night. My heart hammered. I froze on the dew-soaked lawn, breath ragged from the mile run across dusty fields. Sneakers filthy, jeans dusted to the knees. What if I woke her whole house? Parents, brothers—everyone. But I couldn’t turn back. Not after months apart at different colleges. Waterloo for me, Queens for her. Did she still feel the same?
A soft light flickered in her room. I stared at my feet, pulse racing. The store lifted. ‘Kate?’ Her whisper floated down. Relief flooded me. She slipped out quiet as a shadow, barefoot in her cotton nightshirt, cheeks flushed, breasts heaving under thin fabric. We hugged fierce, lips crashing. ‘You missed me,’ she murmured. God, yes.
The Approach: Pebbles in the Night
We tiptoed to the barn, horses snorting in the dark. Giggles over old memories—bare-assed Lady Godiva rides, nearly caught by her brother. She grabbed soft ropes from the tack room. ‘For the Tree?’ My stomach flipped. The ancient apple tree in the cornfield, our secret spot. Moonlit path through whispering stalks, harvest moon huge and amber on the horizon. Wolves howled far off. No turning back now.
We spread the blanket in the grassy clearing. Hands clasped, eyes locked. ‘It’s been too long.’ Her kiss started soft, electric. Nightshirts and jeans shed clumsy, skin glowing in moonlight. Her firm tits, dark nipples hard. My pussy throbbed, wet already. Naked, we explored—fingers tracing curves, nipples brushing, sending shocks straight to my core.
She knelt, tongue teasing my lips, dipping in. I gasped, hips bucking. But tonight was different. ‘Ready?’ I whispered. Her wrists bound tight—not escaping this time. She shivered, aroused. Led her to the tree’s east side, arms raised to a branch. Moon framed her—curvy, bound, curls cascading. Helpless. Mine.
The Instant: Tied to the Tree
On my knees, I spread her thighs. Grass prickled her soles. Warm breath on her slick folds. Tongue flicked her clit, fingers gripping ass. She moaned loud, echoing in the clearing. Body arched, tits thrust out. I licked deeper, circling, sucking. Her cries built—’Kate!’—orgasm ripping through, legs buckling, wrists straining ropes. Pushed me away gently with her foot, spent.
I stood, face slick with her juices, clit aching. Kissed her deep—she tasted herself on me. ‘Your turn soon,’ she panted. We basked in afterglow, moon high. Talked futures, fears—her dad, the town. No coming out. Heart heavy.
She made me lie back. Wrists still bound, she devoured me—lips on tits, tongue navel to bush. Legs spread wide. She knew my spots. Licked my swollen clit relentless. Waves crashed; I arched, screaming into the night, whole body flushing red-hot. Pure bliss.
Cuddled after, her arms looped ’round my neck despite bonds. Slept in each other’s warmth. Woke to stars fading. Parted with tears—’Christmas maybe.’ Watched her nude silhouette slip home. Innocence shattered forever. That tree, those ropes—my awakening. Linda’s scent lingered on my skin as I trudged back, forever changed.
