Fantasy Truly "Blind" Date - Sex Stories

Fantasy Truly "Blind" Date

We arrange for a meeting at my apartment. You are eager, almost impatient as you get ready for the big night. Maybe it’s the excitement or the electric charge passing just under your skin, but you don’t feel inhibited or anxious like you thought you might. The surge of empowerment and resolve carries you all the way to the front door. Hanging from the knocker is a red satin bag and a note. You open the note to read Put this on before you knock. –E You pull the string on the bag to reveal a black satin blindfold. A split second of doubt is dismissed by the hunger that has driven you this far. You tie the blindfold over your eyes and knock on the door. I answer immediately. My voice is deep and warm as I say hello. Lips softer than rose petals press against yours as I greet you with a kiss. It lasts barely long enough for you to feel the familiar warmth blossom low in your gut. It spreads so fast, your legs weaken and you begin to feel lightheaded. You can tell I’m very tall. From the bulge you felt growing between our embrace, you realize everything about me is big. Your heart seems to skip a beat, when you try opening your eyes -- the blindfold is a good one, you can't see a thing. I lead you into the bedroom and help you lie back on the bed. From the motion of the mattress, you can tell that I have taken off my clothes and am lying beside you, on your left. I gently begin to take your clothes off as I whisper, "We're just going to lie here and let you get comfortable. We ...

... lie still together spooning. An almost wild, but calming, energy emanates from every place we are joined skin to skin. You wonder if either of us has enough skin to touch completely enough to appease the hunger that’s been silently growing most your adult life. Our breathing synchronizes and gradually deepens, and I your muscles loosen. “Lie on your back and I want you to concentrate on all the sensations. You can move all you like, you're not restrained, but imagine you're floating, like on water. We're going to start with me moving my hands gently over you. Over your gorgeous curves, every single part of you, your beautiful breasts, your legs ... your wonderful pussy…" on that word, my voice is suddenly close in your ear. My warm breath on your neck and my lips brushing your earlobe sends a wave pulsing through you. My hands circle your breasts and I have to fight off the urge to touch them, caress them. Instead I move my hands down, over your belly, down the outside of your thighs, past your calves, to your feet. My hands make several passes like this, from head to toe, refusing to touch you where you most want to be touched. With each motion, your sensation of my touching-not-touching grows. The bed seems to have melted away. Now my hands move even more slowly up the inside of your legs. Past the swell of your calves, lingering at the knee, before climbing higher, onto your thighs where your muscles are firing and twitching, making you tremble. This time I don’t stop. My ...