She lay on the bed, hands tied to the posts above her head making her smooth round breasts stand out from her chest. Her ankles tied to the posts at the foot of the bed, one either side spreading her legs exposing her most secret intimate parts to the cool evening air. Blindfolded her other senses becoming more acute picking up the moment when the door quietly opened and he entered the room.
She could hear his breathing quicken at the sight of her laying on the bed totally at his mercy. Her own breath caught in her throat as she wondered what would happen next. She felt him coming nearer, wished he would speak not daring to make a sound herself. She had agreed to this, it had been a dare supposed to be a bit of fun, now she wasn't so sure. The side of the bed moved as he sat down next to her side, his breath crossed her nipples causing them to stiffen even more. Suddenly his fingers brushed against her stomach and she gasped realising she wanted more, allowing herself to accept that this scenario was really turning her on.
As she felt her wetness grow his fingers slowly travelled up from her navel to the point between her breasts. She tried to move so he would touch her nipple but immediately he withdrew his hand. She moaned and lay silent waiting impatiently for the return of his touch. Eventually once she was still and silent again she felt his fingertips slowly circling her navel. Oh she wanted more, biting her lips to stop from moaning she was forced to wait as his fingertips once again travelled to between her breasts. Lingering there she felt his breath on her stomach and then his lips touching her soft skin. She gasped and then felt his fingers lightly brushing her nipple. Her back arched as her breasts searched for more. His lips travelled the same path his fingers had earlier except they didn't hesitate at the point
between her breasts. His hand grasped her round breast and brought the nipple straight to his mouth. She gasped again as her erect nipple was engulfed by his mouth. His tongue flicking against the tip of nipple caused her to arch her back trying to push further into him.
His other hand pushed her back down onto the bed and his mouth released her nipple, damp in the cool evening air. Now she felt him move, he got off the bed and she anxiously waited desperately hoping he wouldn't leave the room. Shortly her fears were allayed as he climbed onto the bed this time straddling across her one knee either side of her legs. She felt his eyes rove over her body and again her wetness and the ache in her abdomen grew. His hands touched her thighs, fingertips brushing from outer thigh to inner thigh. She could feel her wetness dripping down her and into her crack between her buttocks. Those fingers were coming closer to the tops of her thighs now and each stroke caused her breath to increase. Suddenly he stopped and she cried out in anguish. For the first time he made a sound, 'shh' and