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I walked through the door and into what was designated as my room. It had been a hectic day and I was so ready to relax. Maybe I'll take a bath in a few minutes? I thought. Perhaps not. I searched through my drawers and found some comfortable clothes and slipped into them. I turned the heat up a bit, and looked at my boyfriend. He had a somewhat mischievous smile and it made me oh-so curious.
I walked into the modest living room of my boyfriend's apartment. It was fairly spacious, about 1300 square feet, and he had decorated the walls with pictures of the beach in tropical, exotic locations. He had a fake palm tree in the corner and there were mirrors everywhere - not because he was vain, but because it made the apartment look bigger. I sat down on his couch and he looked at me and smiled. I crossed my legs towards him and we watched The Man Show. I know it's not intended for females, but the show is downright hilarious.
Though the only sexual content is girls running around scantily clad, I could tell my boyfriend, Steve, was feeling a little excited. I acted as if I didn't know - I wanted to see how far this would go.
He moved his hand to my bare thigh. I was in loose, silky, orange house shorts and a comfortable Gators sweater. He began to run my thigh, each time getting closer to what was quickly becoming wet. I turned to him and raised an eyebrow, but he said nothing in return. He took his hand off of me and I quickly recognized his test.
Steve did this all of the time, in case I wasn't in the mood. That way he didn't have to suffer the embarrassment of me pushing him off of me, but he could still let me know that he wanted to play around. I was very curious, though, because he normally is a morning person and it was nearing nine o'clock at night.
I turned his head towards me and looked him in the eyes. He knew then, that I was all game. I kissed him, at first very lightly on the lips. I kissed him a second time, with more passion. I pulled his lower lip into my mouth and sucked on it gently. He moved over so that our bodies were directly in front of each other and this time he kissed me, his tongue softly probing my mouth. I loved the way he kissed me and I started feeling myself becoming even wetter thinking of what else he could do with his mouth.
He looked at me, seeming somewhat unsure of himself. We'd been dating for over a year so I didn't understand until he said, "are you game for anything?"
My mind raced - I knew he had something in particular in mind. But what? I looked into his eyes as if the answer was there. "Sure," I said tentatively.
His eyes brightened and I didn't know if I should be scared or excited. He opened the door to his room and led me in. There were candles of all sizes and I could tell by the amount of melted wax that they had just been lit.
"Oh, Steve, it's so pretty," I admired.
"Enjoy them while you can," he replied.
Now my mind was tripping over itself in confusion. Neither of us was too self- conscience, so I knew it wasn't an issue of turning out the lights while we did the deed. I doubted he would just blow them all out since he had just lit them. Before I could continue trying to figure out what was going on, I turned around to see a blindfold in Steve's hands.
"Now you have to promise not to take it off, ok?"
"Umm… ok." Why would I take it off? I wondered. It had been a fantasy of mine for a long while now but he hadn't been very explorative until recently.
"Okay," he replied. He smiled at me, and I simply assumed that it was because he was excited about what he was about to do to me.
I pulled my hair back into a ponytail and he tied the blindfold on tightly, but not uncomfortably. He led me to the bed and sat me down.
"This has to come off," he said. He pulled my sweater up over my head and my smooth breasts came into view. I felt the air rush over my flushed skin and the goose bumps raced from the nape of my neck down my spine. "Mmmm," I moaned softly, waiting for what was next. I heard his sift in position and felt his fingers lightly touching my nipples. He knew that drove me mad, to be teased so, and I knew that he was building up the excitement. This was going to be a great night.
He moved his hands to my curvy hips and up my sides back to my breasts. He cupped the right one in his hand and I could feel his hot breath just and inch away. I was dying for him to suck my nipple into his mouth. I moved so that I pushed it into his mouth and he pulled back at first, than came back. He licked around my nipple in circles that slowly got slower and smaller. I wanted him so bad, here we had just begun to fool around and I could feel my sex started to throb with want. He finally pulled my nipple into his mouth and I savored the feel of it - his soft, hot tongue licking my hard, erect nipple. I tilted my head back to show my enjoyment, and to encourage him to keep going. He cupped my other breast with his hand and then he sucked my nipple into his mouth and flicked his tongue over it quickly. I began to quiver, it felt so incredibly good and I was quickly becoming very hot. I wanted him inside me so very bad - to feel his hot, throbbing manhood sliding in and out of me…
He moved over the other nipple to give it some very wanted attention. He played with it some and sucked on it. He sucked it into his mouth and flicked his tongue as he did before - I'd never get tired of that. Each time he did I would squirm in hot lust for him, waiting. He nibbled on it very lightly and I moaned to him to let him know how much I liked it.
I heard him move again. "Scoot back," he said, and I gathered he was standing.
"Wait," I asked, and reached out to him. He was indeed standing, and I intended to show him just how much I enjoyed his company.
I let my hands wander until I found the button to his pants, and I unbuttoned and then unzipped his pants. I pulled them down slowly - it was my turn to tease now. He stepped out of them, knowing better than to stop me. I let my fingers glide up his muscular legs to the top of his boxers and I began to pull those down also, although painfully slow. I pulled them over his rock hard cock and down his legs. He stepped out of those too, and waited. I let my hands rub up his stomach. He didn't have a six-pack, but it was still pretty firm and I like my guys fairly thick anyways. My hands slid around to his back and down to his ass, which I gave a firm squeeze and then pulled him forward. My hands reached around front and found his dick, waiting ever so impatiently for me. I smiled, knowing what a tease I was being. But it was ok - I was going to more than make it up to him.