I scooted an inch away from her. “You’re not tying me up, are you?”
“Just covering your eyes.”
I glanced warily at Mr. Gordon. His look was impassive. The material went over my face, plunging me into blackness. Elizabeth’s arms grazed my shoulders and her breath fanned out over my neck, giving me goose bumps.
“Is that good?”
“I-I guess.”
Her hands were on my back, gently massaging. “You’re so tense.”
Not being able to see actually lessened the rough edges of my anxiety. I knew Mr. Gordon’s attention was on me, but it was easier not being aware of it. The feel of her hands sent tiny pinpricks of sensation down my spine. Strong fingers began to knead, rubbing and easing away my nervousness. I had never been fond of Jazz, but this piece was the right mix of rhythm and mystery, with an edge of something forbidden. Soft lips brushed my neck, making me jerk slightly.
“There now,” she murmured. “You have to shut your brain off. I want you to feel, not think. Can you do that?”
“Y-yes.”
“Good.”
Warm lips grazed my neck, sending an avalanche of tingles into my tummy. Fingers loosened the muscles in my shoulders, while she kissed me beneath my chin and lower. She felt silky soft, and so unlike a man. There was nothing hard or abrasive about this encounter. Her hands drove into my hair, fingertips massaging my scalp. Her personal attentions were having a surprising effect on me. I was almost grateful for the blindfold; otherwise I would have shut my eyes, because everything she did felt wonderful. The edges of my robe slipped from my shoulders, exposing the tops of my breasts. I had almost forgotten we were being observed, and I preferred it that way, actually. The blindfold was a safe haven. I could retreat into the rooms of my imagination and pretend that this was only a dream. Kisses landed on my neck, while hands massaged my arms, her knuckles brushing the edges of my breasts. The silken material dropped to my stomach, my nipples hardening instantly. I was almost fully exposed now.
“So pretty,” she whispered.
Her lips touched mine, the sensation forcing my belly to contract and shudder. I had never kissed a woman before, nor had I ever wanted to…but the sweet smell of her breath and the sound of her breathing had me turning towards her, wanting more. Gentle hands drove through the strands of my hair, as her lips touched my cheek. Tiny kisses fell on my nose, chin, and mouth, where she licked me. I swallowed, anticipating a real kiss, but she caressed the skin beneath my chin instead, her hands gently rubbing.
“These are amazing.” Her fingers were on my breasts. I reached for her in that instant, which was shocking. It was an involuntary reaction. “You can touch me.” Embarrassment had me dropping my hands. “There are no rules, Gretchen,” she purred. “You can do whatever you want.”
I opened my eyes behind the blindfold, seeing a sliver of light near the bottom portion of the material. I tilted my head back to catch a glimpse of a man in a chair, but it was gone in a flash because her hands held my head, while kisses fell on my cheeks. Will she kiss me now? An out of control tempest raged inside of me, forcing my abdominal muscles to contract and release. I felt like a rubber band that had been pulled out, stretched to capacity. Her mouth covered mine at last. A silky tongue was urgent and coxing, encouraging me to respond, which I did. My perception was altered because of the blindfold, the darkness creating a dreamlike place where I could run and hide. While her hands cupped my breasts, mine rested on her shoulders, feeling the thinness of her form.
“Take this off,” she murmured, grasping the robe, revealing my stomach and thighs. “Lay back.”
I fell to the bed, my legs dangling over the end. All thoughts of hidden cameras and eccentric billionaires were forgotten, as my female lover kissed my neck, descending to my clavicle, where she left a series of wet spots. Her face was cushioned in the valley of my breasts, her lissome body rubbing against me, the friction almost unbearable. She moved with the grace of a dancer, each touch a measured seduction. The wetness between my legs was alarming. I would have to ponder the state of my arousal at another time, because my breasts were in her hands, the nipples being rubbed against her cheeks.
“Like erasers.” A nipple was in her mouth.
Velvet flames shot straight into my core, where they caught fire. Sensation throbbed from the inside out; the feelings were so intense; I grasped the bedspread. She slid between my legs, pressing her length into my pelvis. There wasn’t a part of my body that wasn’t cognizant of where she was and what she was doing, because everything was connected. When she suckled a nipple, my pussy contracted. The movement of her hips had me lifting my ass off the bed to rub myself against her. I tossed my head against the quilt, from side to side, while kisses fell to my stomach, the quivering mass revealing the magnitude of my need.
Her hands were on my thighs, while those soft lips left a path of dampness, nearing the apex of my core. I’d never been all that enthusiastic about oral sex, finding the act embarrassing, but as her breath hovered over me, heating my skin, I couldn’t help wondering what a woman’s tongue would feel like. She nudged my clit with her nose, sending a shockwave through me.
“Oh!”
“I think you’ll like this.” Her voice was husky and low.
She kissed my shaved mound, pausing over me, hesitating. I had a horrible moment, thinking that perhaps I smelled so bad she couldn’t continue, but a second later, her tongue swiped a path of wetness from the bottom of my slit to my nub. My brief instance of panic vanished, replaced by the extraordinary sensation of a woman’s tongue stroking me, dipping into the dampness of my opening. Her face was soft against my skin, her mouth sucking gently, pulling on the edges of my labia. A tongue speared me aggressively, wiggling and lapping deeply.
“Oh, my God…”
The persistence of her attention had my back arching, pressing my pussy into her face. I had released the quilt, letting my fingers find her hair, feeling the silken strands. I was mortified by my behavior, but I couldn’t resist pushing her into me, wanting more. The length of her tongue drove through my wetness, laving the insides of my tunnel and then pushing against my nub, which felt like a pebble. Saliva dripped between my cheeks, wetting the bedspread. I was lost in sensation. Because of the blindfold, my reality was confined to taste, touch, and sound. The sinuous wetness of her tongue, the heat of her breath scorching my sensitive skin, and the constant pressure that was applied to my nub, inched me towards oblivion.