Fantasy Truly "Blind" Date - Sex Stories

Fantasy Truly "Blind" Date

... hands move higher again, until they come to rest over your pussy, almost cupping it, almost touching you, almost stroking you. "Touch me," you whimper. Feeling the heat from my hands, you want so badly for my fingers to touch you, to rub your clit, to thrust inside you but my hand remains a fraction above your skin. “Touch me, you ask again.” I don't reply, but my fingers sweep over your skin. A single finger slides down your spine, then two fingers - like feathers down your neck. My hands move down, skittering over your thighs, dancing down your calves, then back up to circle your bottom, dipping briefly between your cheeks that shivers your whole body. Then back up, up, and finally, finally, I take your tits into my hands. The sensitive, dark areole dragging and rolling under the rougher texture of my hands. Now I’m touching the hard nubs of your nipples, gently squeezing and pulling on them. Involuntarily, your hips roll forward. "Please," you whisper. "Touch my pussy." Almost as if taking their cue from your hips, my fingers have already begun to shift, leaving your tits and gliding lower. A single finger glides down and then stops, the tip resting lightly on your clit. You’re not sure if I licked my finger at some point or if you’re wetter than you’ve ever been because my finger glides effortlessly round your clit. "Yes, God yes. I want your fingers inside me." You feel my hand rotate, my index finger tucking itself between your lips, driving in deeply. My thumb rests ...

... on your clit, pressing lightly. Another finger joins the first, then a third, filling you. Suddenly I am close again, whispering in your ear. "I almost wish you weren't wearing the blindfold, so you could see how beautiful you are now, your body reacting to my touch. And you can't see the effect it's having on me either. You haven't touched me, I haven't touched myself, but I'm absolutely rock-hard, and leaking everywhere.” You shiver at my voice, marveling at its unfamiliar but soothing tone. I go on. "And we're nowhere near finished yet. I'm going to keep my hands moving on you, worshiping your tits, your ass, your pussy, your legs, your arms, your neck, your back. I want you to feel, to soak up the pleasure until you're fit to burst, until the pressure is unbearable, until you cum harder than you ever believed possible. I keep one hand busy with your pussy, but move the other down from your tit, over your belly and round to your bottom. My finger quests, probes between your beautiful cheeks, hovers over the hole buried there, almost as if asking permission. Your body immediately responds in the same unwritten language as your cheeks separate slightly, as you draw your knees slightly toward your chest, my finger glides smoothly into your ass, no friction, no pain. Not even as a second finger joins the first. My hands move together, finger-fucking you deeper and harder. You’ve never been so turned on. Behind the blindfold all that exists is the sound of your breathing, my ...