Do You Trust Me? - Sex Stories

Do You Trust Me?

She lay face down in the dim light, stretched out diagonally on the plush, king-sized bed. Her body glistened from a mixture of water an perspiration. Her legs were parted slightly in a very seductive fashion, although she was oblivious to how she looked. She had pulled her hair off of her neck just before extending her arms over her head. She was relaxed and comfortable. As she listened to soft background music, her lips curled into a soft smile. She was filled with thoughts of the shower she had just experienced. His hands had been all over her. On every curve, in every crevice, gently messaging, caressing and spreading the luxurious lather over her back, and her breasts, and her belly, and her bottom. Then he had followed with his lips. They made sure there was not a bit of flesh which was untouched. How did he know where to touch her? How did he know when and where to squeeze firmly, and where to brush gently over her skin. How did he know where she wanted is tongue and where she wanted to feel his teeth? In a moment of unconscious masturbation, she pressed herself into the soft mattress below her. She was turned on more than she could ever remember, and the sensations where heightened to incredible levels by the fact that he had made her place a blindfold over her eyes when she left the shower. She soon felt his warmth and weight settling down onto her thighs. She knew he was straddling her, because she felt his skin on both sides, but why was he doing this? She ...

... heard him shuffle around, and whisper into her ear. “Do you trust me? Do you want to go on?” “Oh yessssssss,” she hissed, her lower body pinned between her lover, and the soft bed. “Okay my love, enjoy.” Suddenly his hands were on her heels. (She thought, he must be facing my feet, how odd!) Lifting it towards him, he had begun rubbing a fragrant oil into her left foot. He worked slowly from the tip of each toe, to her ankles, kneading gently and coating her skin with each stroke. It seemed like an eternity before he moved on to her right foot. As he completed each part of her body, he moved on to the next, alternately climbing past her calves to the backs of her knees. Each succeeding movement took him closer to her waist. When he had finished the tingling flesh behind her knees, he lifted his body, turned around and began where he left off, gently, deliberately running his hands up the back of her thighs one-at-a-time all the way to the curves of her butt. God, she couldn’t wait for him to touch her “there”, to touch her as, and caress her. She felt a rising heat and moisture between her legs, she was sure was ready for whatever was next. Just when he reached the fold between her buttocks and her leg, he stopped. “Oh, please touch me!” she moaned, “please put your hands on me, or your fingers in me, please don’t let it stop there.” “Uh uh, not yet. Everything in its time,” he said. She felt him turn again, and slide his weight forward until she could feel him straddling her ...