Part I -- Meeting {Anna}
She sat on the couch facing the locked steel door, even though she couldn't see it through the blindfold. The butterflies in her stomach were flittering impatiently and she was glad she'd had a small breakfast. Behind the blindfold, her eyes were closed. There didn't seem to be much point in having them open if she couldn't see, anyway. Wearing an eye cover wasn't an uncommon experience for her, she'd slept with a sleep mask for over a decade. It was nice to be able to block out the neighbor's motion lights at night and the bright sun that crept into her bedroom windows far earlier than she preferred each morning. Aside from the fuchsia fabric of the blindfold, she wore nothing and was repeatedly thankful that the sofa wasn't leather. She had taken a long, hot shower not long ago and her hair was still damp. The curled tendrils tickled her back each time she switched positions; it was hard to sit still with so much anticipation.
As she waited, her mind wandered to what led her to be in this scenario. She wasn't bad looking, though certainly no California dime, nor was she especially anti-social, but work kept her busy and she had a unique enjoyment of and skill for video games. She had learned long ago that female gamers were unusual to say the least, and often drew attention of a number of over eager males. While not rude, she generally turned down their overtures, both subtle and overt. She had a great gaming community that she'd built over years of playing, and had plenty of past boyfriends who shared her love of games as well as a few who had not. Right now she was "as single as a Pringle" as she jokingly told her crew, but that wasn't exactly true.
Several months before, she received an unexpected message from someone she'd considered an adversary, based on the gaming history they shared. He'd complimented her gaming style and her apparent intelligence in conversation, even when she was cursing like a sailor. At the time she'd rolled her eyed and dismissed him as another horny hopeful, but he was persistent and well worded. They got along tolerably, so she'd introduced him to the rest of her game team, and they got on as well. To the team, she treated him like any of them, kindly, with good humor, and a fair bit of shit talking mixed in. When they weren't gaming however, he kept up his persistence and something more happened. They stayed up late talking for hours, about everything. While they didn't have phone sex, since no topic was off limits, they often shared their opinions, desires, and experiences leaving her wet between her thighs, and him throbbing for her. Over time, trust grew and a bond formed. She'd sent him a few pictures of herself but when she'd mentioned reciprocity, he'd always demurred.
Last week, he'd made an indecent proposal that simultaneously terrified and titillated her. He gave her his address and asked her to mail him a key to her place. She hadn't known how to respond at first, and in fact she remained silent for two whole days. She didn't even log in to game. The morning of the third day she'd had a key made and taken an overnight envelope containing it to the post office. She logged into their chat group immediately after, assured the team she'd just been super busy, and then sent him a one word private message. "Sent" is all it said. He didn't respond, so she went to work, gamed that night, and slept. The next morning she'd checked again for a message from him, but there was nothing. He hadn't been online last night either. She started to rethink her decision as she drove to work in silence. It was a Wednesday, so work would be slow, giving plenty of time for her brain to come up with worst case scenarios.
When she'd gotten home that evening she'd found an overnight envelope on her doorstep. Lost in thought, she picked it up and went inside to nuke some leftovers for dinner. She had taken her plate and the package and plopped down on the sofa, switching on the TV to the latest show she was binging. She took a bite and pulled off the tear strip. Inside was a single sheet of paper with a crisp, neat handwriting providing instructions and a date. It was from him. He was coming on Saturday. Her heart raced and she realized that she still had the same bite of food in her mouth.
Her awareness shot back to the present as she heard a key turn in the lock of her front door. The butterflies in her stomach turned to pterodactyls. It could only be him, and as the instructions indicated she remained still, with the blindfold in place. The door opened, and heavy footsteps moved in past the threshold. There was a brief pause followed by the sound of the door being closed and locked. Then near silence as they both remained still, her breathing heavily, so heavily in fact that she wouldn't have been able to hear his breath if he was right next to her. "Anna," he said. It wasn't an inquiry, just a clear statement of fact.
Hearing him speak her name, in person, so close she could smell him was delightful yet intimidating. Her nipples became firm as a chill ran through her and a blush rose over her cheeks. She could feel a slight dampening on her nether lips, causing her blush to deepen. She licked her lips and in a barely audible whisper replied, "Steven..."
Part II -- Greeting {Steven}
A smile crossed his lips as he entered the door to find her exactly as the instructions said she ought to be. As he closed the door, locked it, and turned to face her, he said just her name, "Anna". He didn't move from his spot just past the door, watching her response to his presence. Her hard nipples, standing erect, begging to be sucked, momentarily distracted him from her beautifully blushing face. Fuck, he thought, she's more beautiful in person than her pictures promised. He felt his member start to swell in his khakis and was, as expected, thankful for the blindfold. He smiled again as he noticed the color of the blindfold. His favorite color, and such a thoughtful gesture did not go unappreciated.
"Stand up, darling" he said, as he watched her. He enjoyed the curves of her body as she stood in front of the couch, allowing his eyes to take her in fully. Her auburn hair curled tightly and tendrils of it wisped just below her breasts. The gentle slope of her shoulders drew his attention to well-formed collar bones which in turn pulled his eyes downward again to her perky breasts and hard nipples. His gaze only paused briefly this time as he continued his review, following the contour of her waist down to her amazingly grabbable thighs. Nestled between them her freshly shaven pussy was glistening visibly from the moisture leaking from her, and there was a visual trail of slickness along her inner thighs. He licked his lips and took a step closer. "Now turn around."
As he said it, she complied immediately and he found himself far from disappointed. His warm brown eyes slipped along the smooth contours of her back to her ample derriere where they rested for a moment. He crossed the space between them and placed his hands upon her hips, pressing his swollen cock against her through his pants. He felt her tremble at his touch. Then he leaned in close and whispered in her ear, "I want you, Anna."
