Rainbow Diamond

The room is small and warm. The sun shines through the crack in the blinds and the music brings sounds of Thailand. The man listens. He listens for her, but for now he can hear only music. His brow sweats under the blindfold and his wrists sting where has she tightly tied him to the edge of the massage table. His palms face up as if in a mercy beg and his chest falls and rises rapidly.

The woman sits behind him. She admirers her rope work. She has prepared him well. She admirers the thick dark hair on his head and around his private parts, which contrast with his too white skin. She admirers his flaccid penis. She knows he is waiting for her.

Her hair is pushed back and up, a blonde bush at the back of her head. Her neck and shoulders are bare and she wears a lilac sarong. It is tied above her breasts and the thin material covers down to her ankles, although now the cloth is parted as she crosses her legs. On the front of the sarong is clipped a rainbow diamond, the fake diamond that she must carry with her everywhere. Her feet too are bare and her toes, like her fingers, are painted red.

She stands and moves to the cabinet where she pours a glass of water and the only sound he hears is the gentle paddle of her feet to the floor as she moves to the table. She stands by his head, not touching but he senses her. He tries to smell her, but nothing. He tries to talk, but no sentences form in the mess inside his head.

"Open your mouth." she says, her voice sharper than he expected.

He does as he is told and she moves the glass, which she holds in both hands, to his lips. She pours more than he drinks, but he gobbles thirstily anyway, then she stretches her arms forward and pours water onto his chest. Her arms are above his head as she pours and he strains to see through the opaque mask he wears. He cannot see and she places the glass by his right side as she moves to his left. Her fingers barely touch his skin.....his chest, his belly, his legs, nothing more. Not yet.

She has known him for one hour, that's all. She approached him in the park as he sat on a bench with his ugly dog on a leash. He looked strong, but he looked sad. She sensed an unhappy wife at home. It was not the priority, but maybe he would enjoy it too. She does not mind when that happens.

Now she is back at his side and she leans forward across him. First, he feels the sarong, then her breasts through the material as they brush across his chest. Her face is close and he feels her breath on his cheek. He feels her lips on his neck... then she bites, slowly and deeply, just enough to mark. Explain that to your wife, she thinks.

And suddenly she kisses him. Her mouth surrounds his upper lip then her tongue laps inside him. She pulls back his head by his hair and she takes what she wants from his mouth. He tries to respond, like this man thinks he should, but she is in control. She steps back and pushes two fingers into his mouth, roughly, pressing down on his tongue. And then just one finger, her middle finger, deeper into his throat. He is warm and wet and her breath is louder now.

"Do you want me to take the blindfold off?" she asks.

"Yes please." he says

"Maybe later." says she, but then she laughs and removes it.

She turns to have her back to him and he looks at the nape of her neck and at her generous bottom. She lifts the sarong to her waist, without looking back at him, but looking instead at his now erect penis. She is naked beneath the cloth -- he knew this all along -- and she leans towards his erection. He looks at the curve of her buttocks, then a glimpse of her small, tight anus and then at her pink labia. She is moving her body towards his bound hand and he longs for more.

She is expert, she has done this before and his hand is expertly placed. She lowers herself onto him and his thumb slips easily into her vagina. He is surprised how wet she is and she shifts her body slightly so that her pussy lips press against the base of his fingers. Two fingers, his middle and index fingers, lie naturally to either side of her clit.

She takes his penis in one hand and eases back his foreskin. The tip is wet with pre-cum and she licks before she sucks. She takes just the head at first, still using her tongue too as she listens to his immediate moans. This will not last long, she knows, so she raises and lowers her hips to increase the friction against his hand. She removes her mouth for a moment, to concentrate on her pleasure, but the vein on his member grows wider and he twitches between her fingers. She takes him back into her mouth, this time so deeply she smells his skin. But he fits her mouth well and she soon feels liquid on her tongue. And then more as he cums inside her mouth. And then another as she swallows.

He is finished, but she isn't and she slaps harder onto his hand. For the first time she looks into his eyes as his thumb presses her vaginal wall and his fingers circle her clitoris. She breathes into his face as she reaches her own climax. He thought it would be louder, but then he thought it would not happen at all.

She stands and straightens her sarong. She moves back to the cabinet, the same silent walk as before. She pours herself water and drinks... she can untie him later.