Blind Date

The knock at the door was timid. He could hardly hear it except he was waiting expectantly. Nervously. Like the feeling of waiting your turn before a giant water slide he was up. It was his turn.

He moved to the door and like a mystic martial arts black belt tied his headband in place. He took the envelope and inside placed the other headband. He opened the door slightly and passed it through to her quickly closing the door afterwards.

He paused.

She read the note silently.

“You made it. You about to experience something I trust is amazing and makes your heart beat as fast as mine. If you are too scared to let go then walk away now.

If not then put on the blindfold and step inside into the unknown. I will also be blindfolded but I will safely lead you from here.

Knock firmly. It is your way of consenting to be allowed inside the room and inside my mind and heart.”

He looked at the door tempted to peer into the peephole. He could hear rustling as the envelope was opened.

And then moments went by. Each moment weighing on him. Perhaps he should not have allowed such an easy option to walk away. He felt the satin padded blindfold. He was ready. He plunged himself into darkness.

On the other side he heard a footstep away from the door. Three clicks of her heels. Then the clicks stopped and after a momentary pause steps back to the door and a knock so loud it was like thunder.

He opened the door and blindly put his hand forward. His arm collided with hers as he felt her bare arm on his.

He took both of his hands and guided her through the door.

The door closed with a sudden jolt and he felt her jump in fright. He gently stroked her arm to calm her and immediately felt her quiver.

He walked her carefully past the bathroom door to the edge of the King size bed. He took his hands and traced them from her arms to her shoulders. He gently outlined her face with two fingers and then gave her a welcome kiss. Just a dry touch and then a brush against her cheeks and the tiniest bite on her neck. He heard her gasp with perhaps delight or excitement and this encouraged him.

He explored what she was wearing and imagined it to be a maxi. The smooth cloth gave way to tall slim legs. They were smooth and his greedily explored them down to her heels. Coming back up he stopped at the hem of her dress. They both froze knowing that his hands wanted to go inside the dress.

He avoided the issue by leaving his hands on this cliff edge and allowed his lips to find hers. This time his lips found her mouth and attacked her vigorously. The dryness was replaced with wet, mutual desire and his hands found the back of her head as he spread his fingers through her hair. He kissed her and she kissed him back harder.

Her hands then explored him and she surveyed his body and quickly summing up his clothing unbuttoned his shirt. Her mouth kissed down his chest feeling his slim but firm body and undid his belt and unbuttoned his jeans.

Taking the belt by the buckle he felt and heard the belt swish through his belt tabs into the fresh air. Her belt hand was free and with the other she unzipped him and his jeans fell to his feet.

Snap. The belt whipped his buttocks and she laughed.

“You are so naughty!”

He had expected to lead this adventure. This was now on her terms. He stepped out of his jeans and he took his hands and felt the back of her legs up to her backside. He had always been a butt man and felt her satin rump slowly enjoying the shape of her curves.

Fingering her panties he allowed his finger to circle her around and then took both her hands and placed them on her hips. He lowered himself down.

“I may be naughty. But I am also very good!”

His mouth found the front of her thighs. He lifted the dress and entered the makeshift tent.

His mouth spread her legs and the forward motion caused her to fall. She shrieked not knowing what was below and landed safely on the softest bed. The fluffy doona enveloped her and she giggled from the feeling. He pushed her up towards the bedhead and continued.

Spreading her legs wide he licked and sucked her inner thigh. First one. Then the other. Her breathing while fast started to sound heavier and knew that sound.

He lifted her bum and allowed the dress to move up. Her skin was so soft and he body so slim he could hardly contain himself.

He moved up her torso leaving him hand to cup her panties. He could feel her wet already.

Chasing the dress up he kissed her body leaving the breasts but then lifting her dress over her head. She dropped the belt and sat up he moved to the back and kissed her spine. He swiftly unclipped her bra as he kissed her and then buried his head into her hair biting into the nape of her neck.

She cooed with delight and bearing the passive pleasure no more spun around, pushed him down and sat on him. Scratching her nails down his chest she could feel him hard so grabbed his underpants and pushed the fabric hard against him.

He gave a guttural sigh. And she took mercy and released his cock from the prison and plunged it into her mouth.

She allowed the shaft to feel her mouth and let her tongue simultaneously caress the head when she hit the top of his cock. He was quite big and she unlike some girls really enjoyed pleasuring like this.

Using just her mouth she sucked and let go. Like ducking for apples in a barrel she found it, sucked it and then let it go twang back and then went looking for it again. They both laughed and the hide and seek went on as he shifted his body to make it harder.

He slipped off the bed totally and let her arms flail about.

“Where are you? She cooed.
“Marco”
“Polo”
They laughed.

She shrieked and jumped. Ice cold. Ooh. Ice.

She lay back and he found her body by feel. He felt his way to her breasts and used the ice around her nipples. They were already erect and the ice cold sensation was making her crazy. His hand simultaneously had gone to her pussy but distracted she had hardly noticed.

Like a slipstream of unexpected pleasure rushing on her the most intense and stunning orgasm took over. Her breathing went haywire, she shrieked and cursed as this moment stole her from a harmless game onto a mountain high. She flew down the hill in a rush of endorphins that mysteriously stole the darkness away into remarkable color of blue that exploded in her head.

“Speak. Tell me!!”
“Fuck. Ooooh. T..take me.” She stammered. “Aaaah. I’m yours. Yours.”

She almost sounded incoherent but what was remarkable she was saying these words in darkness to the stranger , yet the guttural cries were from a deep and genuine place. A spiritual place.

He sensed the moment and readied himself. He unmasked himself and entered her at the precise moment he lifted the blindfold veil off her eyes.

His big brown eyes were wide. It was genuine wonderment as he gazed into the most remarkable green and beautifully shaped eyes that were swimming in a pool of emotion.

Their bodies collided in rhythm together but it was to a beat their eyes locked together were creating. Green liquid eyes delivering a primal call to be wanted. To be taken. In response the brown eyes were focused in desire to want. But not to take but to give. To give to the one who wanted to be wanted.

The talk stopped but the guttural energy continued and escalated. Their eyes did not waver or close. Like a percussionist focussing on the conductor their eyes led them to a new place. A sacred place. The symphony exploded in climax and the eyes widened and mouth opened.

Then they held each other. Tightly. Staring. Unsure how or why it had happened this way. The blindfolds lay on the floor. They were not needed any more.