As you walked through the door, you knew adventure was afoot. Like the cool October night you had just come in from, the house was mostly dark. Several candles were burning, providing enough illumination for you to see our massage table erected in the middle of the living room. A fire was ablaze in the wood stove and the temperature of the room was higher than usual. This reinforced the thought you'd already had, that you would very soon be separated from your clothing.
You saw me appear from the kitchen, goblets of white wine in hand. I sip from mine and set them down. Moving closer to you then, my hand caressed the side of your neck, gently bringing your lips to mine for a long and sweet, wine tinged kiss. As you say: "I so needed that." you see me putting my finger to my grinning lips and shaking my head "no" to request your silence. I hand you your wine. Giving me a quizzical look, you nonetheless stay silent and watch as I retrieve mine. I then guide you to the couch where we sit embracing, sipping our wine and watching the flames in the stove dance; the crackling wood being the only sound in the room.
The wine finished and helping to mellow the atmosphere even more than the fire and quiet already had, I stand up. You see that I wish you to do the same when I take you by a hand and gently pull you towards me. A kiss, my hand in your hair and then both my hands slide down your body and legs as I drop to a knee. You feel my fingers move back up your legs, under your sweater dress this time, to your waist. They then peel down your hose and panties; you step out of them as they reach the floor. As I stand I bring the hem of your dress up with me, then over your head and off. Underneath you have one of my white dress shirts on, I smile, we both know that ever since the first time I saw you wearing just my shirt, nothing else, it was a strong turn-on. As I begin to unfasten its buttons your hands move to my waist, working at the buttons of my jeans. I take your hands in mine and move them to your sides, slowly shaking my head "no" again. I return to the shirt and finish unbuttoning. It opens revealing creamy skin and the lush curves of your breasts still confined by your bra. I work the small clasp between them; loosing the cups and pushing the bra and shirt back off your shoulders to add them to the clothing already on the floor.
The heat you feel building inside joins with the fire's warmth. You notice how striking the flickering light appears as it plays on your now exposed body. You feel a little self-conscious; especially as I am still dressed as I stand there admiring you in the warm light. That anxiety passes as I take you in my arms. We hug and indulge in some deep kissing. Then, still in silence, my hand on the small of your back guides you to the massage table. You move onto it, laying face down as I've indicated. I then produce one of your scarves, folded to employ as a blindfold. It's placed across your eyes and tied at the back of your head. I stroke your hair for a few moments, and then begin to massage you, my fingers manipulating the skin and muscles of your neck and shoulders. As relaxed as you had become in the warmth and peacefulness of the room, now, as my hands knead and caress your body, moving down your back, you become happily more so. This calmness is only disturbed as you feel my hands on your rear and working the tops of your thighs. There is a strong measure of delicious tension as you feel the heat within you trigger your sweet juices. You to anticipate the moment my tongue will flick at your inflamed clit and when my fingers, and ultimately my cock will be sliding into your hot and silky sheath. But as the massage continues down your legs, away from your heat, you fall back into full relaxation. We both enjoy a prolonged tease, so all good things in their time.
You feel my hands at your feet, rubbing them. I work my thumbs along their soles from the heel to the toe, then back again. Moving to your toes, I give each recently painted toe a little pull to stretch and relax it. You feel soothed and happy but give a little jump and giggle as I unexpectedly lift your right leg and run my tongue around and between its toes. As I lower your leg to the table, you lie there in the silence, feeling the warmth of the room and the glow inside you. You hear me moving about the table, but unable to see, you wonder what is to happen next.
A slight touch at your neck, a soft but pronounced tickling... A feather! And then a second one which starts you squirming as I play them across your shoulders and try to reach those very sensitive spots under your arms. You giggle and pull your arms close to your body to keep me from them. I quickly move the feathers to your feet, tickling each one vigorously. You try not to laugh, to respect the silence that has been a partner in this evening, but it still happens. You don't speak, but your sweet laughter fills the room, your feet kicking from the knees to avoid the bedeviling quills. Then the feathers move on from your feet, upwards. They dally at the backs of your knees and you notice how the feeling there is more sensuous than ticklish. With that thought still in your mind, the feathers light touch seems to grow more insistent as they move higher. It's as if they were fingers on the soft skin of your thighs, urging them apart. Almost unconsciously, you do spread your legs wider to allow the feathers easier passage.
The two feathers meet at the apex of your legs, to work as one on the aroused folds of your pussy. The soft quills tease you, making you wish that something more substantial was pushing at your steamy opening. To make that known to me, you rest your forearms on the table and push your butt up and back. The thought had come to you that some of our most intense love making had been when I penetrate you from behind. That maybe by exposing yourself so wantonly to me, I'll do so now. But what you next feel is one of the feathers fluttering even more energetically along and between the lips of your pussy as the other begins stimulating the now exposed crinkle of your anus. A groan of frustration escapes your lips even as you begin to focus on how good this teasing feels. The quill at your pussy is touching and sliding just so, causing pleasure to fan out from the taut bud of your clitoris. And the sensation, well even just the naughtiness of the thought of the feather playing at your asshole is adding its own heat to the fire building between your legs. You can hardly believe all this is just from the feathers' light touch. And in the next moment you fly over that edge, you cum quickly and sharply. It's breathtaking and for a few precious moments your heart and pussy throb together strongly. As you return to earth, now back to lying flat on the table, I'm gently stroking my hand along your spine. I lean down and kiss you. Then breaking the silence for a moment, I whisper: "It's time to turn over Lover."
Even before you can get a word out, you feel my finger at your lips to prevent it. You say nothing, still allowing me to call the shots, but you also take my finger into your mouth to give it a few suggestive sucks as you turn onto your back. You also reach for and find the lump in my jeans, confirming that your spell is still upon me. But then a surprise as I take that hand and you feel me tie something silky about its wrist, then the same is done to your other wrist. You find your arms now tethered to the table, but not tightly so, you still have some limited range of movement. As you're still considering your bonds, I place stereo buds in your ears. Hypnotic, ambient groove is playing, which along with the blindfold, takes you further into your head and away from the surrounding room. Next you feel me bend your legs at the knees, sliding your feet back towards your rear until their soles are resting flat on the table. Once you're legs are so positioned, they are bound to their respective sides of the table with soft cloth ties at the ankles. The music wafts through your head at a comfortable volume, but high enough to cancel out any sounds in the room. The blindfold keeps you from seeing what I'm up to. Though your restraints are comfortable and fairly loose allowing some movement of your limbs, you are still restricted, secured to the table. You have enjoyed our previous adventures and do trust me, but still there is a kernel of apprehension within you at having been made so vulnerable. Regardless of that you feel how taut your nipples have grown and realize your pussy is still lubricating freely.
What's this? A feeling of something close to your face, warmth, a breath? You purse your lips and then mine are upon them. The kiss goes on into another and another. Though I'm not touching you elsewhere, you feel our kisses throughout your body. The overall effect, the music, the sensory deprivation, being restrained, it all adds up to an odd, out of place feeling. But the feeling is also liberating in a fashion, worrying having been made pointless. The kiss ends but you keep the feeling with you. You try to stay on the comfortable little cloud of care-free that this seems to be. You relax and let your thoughts drift, waiting for what is next. With the long-form and repetitive nature of the music, you find that even your perception of time is being distorted.