Blindfolded and loving it.
Movie night? "Cool", you think, "a night out is very much needed."
Before you can even knock, the door swings open. I have an evil grin on my face. You're about to greet me as I put my finger to your lips. "Shhhhhhhhhhh..." as I pull you close.
I lead you in and shush you every time to try to utter a single syllable. I sit you down, take off your coat and kneel before you. My hand runs up your calf as I slowly remove one of your shoes. I purposely told you to dress nice so dress, pantyhose (no panties) and heels so I could draw out what I have planned.
I repeat the process with your other sensual leg. Your legs look even more delectable in those silky smooth coverings.
"Please stand up." I look down at you.
"What do you have in mind?", you say with a playful smirk.
"Don't make me ask twice, you won't like the consequences."
A shiver races up your spine, and you like it.
Something tells you to jump to your feet but I look into your eyes and say low, "Slowly."
You continue to look into my eyes as you raise your body up to meet my gaze. (Why are you starting to feel damp?)
"Turn around and take off your dress."
I lustily watch as you slink out of your garment and stare at that incredible ass.
You turn around to see me MUCH closer than I was a second ago. Before you can gasp I pull you closely and kiss you hard and deep.
I work my way around you. Reaching from behind I run my hands up both sides of you from your ankles to your thighs, hips, sides, breasts and shoulders. You shudder as my talented fingers caress your neck and then you feel the blindfold cover your eyes.
You feel gentle but firm hands pushing you. Disoriented you feel my hands pushing you into a sitting position. Then you feel them sliding down your legs to your feet. They're raised to swing you onto a firm mattress.
Your fingers and toes wiggle with anticipation. You just noticed the soft music playing, the scent of vanilla, the warm ambience of candlelight and the feel of silky sheets.
You feel your heart skip a beat as you hear a low evil chuckle.
Something soft and fuzzy is now roaming all over your body. "Smart girl, no panties and no bra...somebody expected to get groped in the theatre. Naughty naughty."
The fuzziness of whatever is caressing you from neck to thigh is raising goosebumps all over. You can hear me sharply inhale in appreciation.
You try to reach out to me and you feel your wrists as you hear a growl...
"Do that again and I'll restrain you!"
You've never heard anything but kind or sensuous words from me, your wet pussy just got wetter.
Then, without warning, you feel my fingers pressing against the spot in the pantyhose that's drenched. A loud gasp escapes your soft lips as your hips involuntarily thrust up.
"What do we have here, princess?", I say sarcastically, "This might need inspection."
"But first, we need to make sure those hands are put to the best use.
You feel something leathery around your wrists. After a few minutes you realize that your hands form the same shape as if you were about to catch a ball. Your fingers feel out inyou can feel my hair. After a couple of more minutes you now know yet you can't move your wrists but your hands and fingers are free to explore my head and hair.
You're being pulled forward by your arms as you feel your legs go over my shoulders. Settling back in, you can feel my breath on the crotch of your pantyhose. Then you shiver as I rip open the crotch of those pantyhose.
Then I proceed to draaaaaaaaag my tongue from the sheet aaaaallllllllllll the way up your lips to your juicy clit.
You clench your fingers into my hair as I utter an approving moan. I pull back and you think, "My hands are basically attached to his head! I can shove his face back in there. I can grind into that tongue. Drench his beard. He's given me control! FUCK YEAH!"
You grip my hair, hard, and pull and thrust but realize you're not moving. My hands are pressed on your hips and you can't thrust! Teased and aching for my tongue but fucking denied.
"Tell me what you want.", you hear my ffirm voice come from between your thighs.
"More?", you say.
"More what?",I ask.
"This is where you make me beg.....Please! Please!!", you say.
"That's the best you can do? Is your memory of my tongue that bad?
Using your manners is correct...use your words with that.", I say, expecting your passion to loosen your tongue in order to get mine.
"Please flick your tongue over my clit. Please use your tongue. Please put your tongue inside me. Use your fingers. Please make me come.", you moan.
