Scents And Sensuality - Sex Stories

Scents And Sensuality

The first thing I noticed was the sweet, sensuous smell. I twisted my head from side to side, but it seemed to be coming from all around. “What the hell’s that?” I whispered. “It smells like a Turkish brothel in here.” “And you’d know, sweetie,” he said, taking his cue as I knew he would. “Don’t you like it?” “You know I do,” I replied. “It’s sandalwood and rose, my favourite.” I felt his hand on my arm as he guided me forward. The silken blindfold was much more effective than I’d expected, and I really couldn’t see a thing. I had a feeling the lights were still out, although there must have been some form of illumination. Of course, that explained the scent – it was candles. A little shiver ran down my spine. He’d gone to some effort to set this up, and I was enjoying it already. The lack of sight just seemed to sharpen my other senses, and I tried to work out where in the room I was. “Don’t move,” he said softly, and I stood still, swaying slightly. I didn’t feel quite steady, and almost toppled over when I felt his hand on my foot, slipping off my left shoe. I steadied myself on his arm while he removed the other. The carpet felt warm and soft under my bare feet. I wriggled my toes. Then my mouth went dry as I felt his hand at my back, taking hold of the zipper of my plain black dress. Slowly he pulled it down all the way, one long smooth movement as far as the curve of my bottom. I had enough sense not to move, not to help in any way. For the moment, he was in charge. ...

... The one request he had made was that I shouldn’t wear any undies. I held my breath, as if by inhaling I would break the spell, as his hands slipped under the shoulder straps and gently pulled them off my shoulders and down my arms. I felt the unsupported material slide down over the gentle curves of my bosom and gather around my waist. In the warm silence, I sensed that he was staring at my bared breasts, the pale mounds topped with the dark pink buds of my exposed nipples. The gentle pressure against the dress would have left them stiff and erect. I allowed myself to breathe slowly, my chest rising and falling. His hands brushed my skin as he eased my dress over my hips, letting it shimmy down my legs and gather round my bare feet. I carefully stepped out of the bundled material, not caring if it got creased or not, just eager to know what would happen next. “This way,” he whispered, and guided me forwards. After a few tentative steps my thighs bumped up against something soft. I assumed it was a bed, and a shiver ran down my spine. There was usually only one thing that happened when I was naked on a bed with him, and it wasn’t playing Scrabble. “Lie down on your back.” I eased myself onto the bed, and did as he instructed. I felt awfully exposed, and this feeling only increased as I felt him ease my legs apart. I had enjoyed a long soothing bath before coming out, and had taken the opportunity to trim the short neat hairs of my pubic triangle; just enough foliage to announce ...