Authors note: Hi, this is the first erotic story I've written so all feedback would be much appreciated. Thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy this.
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The slightest breeze of icy air brushes at my small, light pink nipples and between my toes, slowly swirling around my firm, E cup breasts, and tingling through the hairs that've just started to regrow between my legs. My anxious hands fight to stay still flat on my hairless thighs.
A drip, a single drip of arousal fluid slides down the top of my inner thigh where thigh meets butt and tickles as it slides to the hardwood floor beneath me.
I know he said to stay still and wait for him but I haven't ever not touched myself when my vagina's been this wet. The lips of my aching vagina begging my hand to rub them, to press its middle and forefinger right on top of them and move heavily in circle after circle as the air in my lungs escapes in soft, shallow moans.
But I can't touch them, the thick blindfold that he tied over my eyes stopping any visual hints of his presents from getting to me, and if he catches me trying to...
He'd tie my hands in those small black mittens that don't let me straighten my fingers, then he'd pour ice water over my vagina... again.
But my vagina's screaming for someone's touch, soft or hard, smooth or rough, playful or punishing. Any touch, I just need to be touched.
Another drip, but this one leaks out from near the top of my lips, maybe ten centimeters from my clitoris, and it slides down my burning lips and I think I hear it splash onto the other drip.
If he were to pinch my nipples now, pull them, or flick them, I'd be right on the edge of cuming. But, I think if he were to flick my clitoris, without even touching me anywhere else, I think I'd cum.
And his command comes out of nowhere, his voice kind and firm, caring and dominate, warm and accelerating.
"Undo my pants and suck me, Pet."
Without a hesitation my hands leap off my thighs up to where I assume the top of his pants are, my fingertips meet his ironed shirt and quickly drop down to his belt, I open his trousers with ease and the fingers of my right hand curl into his boxers and search for the soft skin of his penis.
Small, recently shaved hairs tickle my hand as I wrap my tiny fingers around the base of his semi-hard penis, I get a hold of the dick and pull it out.
I lean forward as my mouth opens and I welcome his dick with my tongue touching it's tip and sliding along its underside as I take it into my warm mouth.