I hear you come in. I'm nervous. My sense of hearing and smell is heightened and my skin is prickling in anticipation. I'm curious as to what I will feel first.
I here you approaching quietly across the carpeted floor of the living room. I can feel your energy close to me. A quiet 'zzzzsht' your undoing your jeans. There is the muffled sound of you removing them and the quiet thud of them hitting the floor. 'click, click, click-click, click'... you're wearing a button up shirt again. I just barely hear it land on top of your jeans.
I can see you in my mind's eye I can see you standing there, naked except for your black socks - I hazard a guess based on past experiences. I hear nothing but I know you're petting your cock into fullness right in front of me. You're most likely looking me over.
I have on a little teal pair of panties and a matching bra. I've used white nylon to bind my ankles and knees. My wrists are also tied behind my back. The way my arms are pulled back it causes my breast to jut forward and they spill somewhat out of the too small bra.
I'm kneeling, sitting back on my heels and holding myself straight up, chin up. I have a blackout sleep mask secured in place with a scarf. I am utterly blind. I'm wearing deep red lipstick, which stands out enticingly below the blindfold. My mass of curly hair is playing wildly over and under the scarf.
I get a chill, knowing that you are just standing there, watching me. My breasts tingle and the nipples harden causing me to breath a little deeper. I feel myself flush and the heat between my legs starting to build. You walk around me, inspecting the restraints and then return to standing in front of me.
You step closer. I can smell your musk. Your cock is touching my face. You're dragging it across my cheek, my nose, my chin... You brush my lips with it and they part instinctively. I take the head of your cock into my mouth and swirl my tongue over its smooth, hot surface.
"Mmmmm, that feels good," you murmur and you press your hips farther forward.
Without the use of my hands, this is a new experience for me. I feel awkward but I don't mind. I wish I could see the red rings my lipstick must be leaving up and down your shaft.
While I'm sliding my mouth over your cock you reach down into my bra cups and pull my breasts free. The bra below them makes them push out even farther. You take both nipples firmly between thumb and forefinger, pulling and pinching them hard. I wince, but not from pain. The sensation is electric! A bolt of energy hit's me in the back of the throat and between my legs simultaneously. It's inexplicable.
You see that I've left a couple of condoms on the shelf for you. I hear you tearing the foil of one. You step away from my mouth and I wait while you dress yourself. I'm finding it very hard to be still. A moment goes by before I feel your hand caress my face and your mouth press against mine. You walk behind me and push my shoulders down all the way to the floor. I twist so that my face is turned sideways and my right shoulder rests comfortably on the carpet. My wrist lay at the small of my back. With my legs tied securely together it forces my ass high and I'm feeling very exposed.
You sit down next to me and I'm curious for a moment. I feel you pull aside my panties before your fingers start running up and down my slit. I'm so wet and you're tracing the moisture out, spreading it over my lips and running it over my ass. I clench briefly and my anus winks at you. Sliding two fingers down again you find my clitoris and begin to rub. I moan, arching my back and rolling my hips to better accommodate you. I can't help it. I start to rock back and forth, jockeying for your hand. You slide your fingers inside of me and I sigh as my vaginal walls clamp down on them. Your fingers curl down to find my g-spot while your thumb draws quick circles over my clitoris. You are alternating between this expert attention and crudely thrusting you fingers deep inside, you knuckles colliding with me.
"Oh gaud! I'm going to cum!" I gasp as I begin to shake, my muscles bearing down on you. You are rewarded with a handful of glistening moisture.
I'm still catching my breath and undulating when you get up, lifting me by the hips to a standing position. You wrap your arm around my waste and lift me before tossing me onto the sofa face down. You lift me by my hips again, positioning me so that my knees are near the edge of the sofa and peel back my panties until they are around my knees. I twist the other way so that my left shoulder is braced against the cushions and my face turned out.
