We are alone, in private. We have just arrived back from a wonderful, romantic dinner. Closing the door, I tell you to just stand in the middle of the room and close your eyes.
You wait as I take out a blindfold and place it over your eyes. "Just enjoy," I say.
My fingers caress, oh so softly, your face, your cheeks, your neck, lightly sliding down to where I can undo your top. I let it slide down your arms and off onto the floor. I kick it out of the way.
My fingers trace over your shoulders as I walk around you, behind you. I undo your bra and that too slides down your arms.
Now I take your hands and pull them behind you, gently, and tie them there so that you cannot interfere. I walk back around you, my fingers lightly running over your skin. I feel the softness at the top of your breasts, and then my fingers gently trail down (missing your nipples), down over your stomach, to your hips.
Your skirt is next, sliding down your legs to the floor, where it too is quietly kicked to the side. Your slip follows, then your panties. I am careful not to touch your pussy, just your hips as I do this.
You can feel my nearness, my breath on your legs, and knows that I can smell your arousal. I stand back up and take up a soft piece of silk. I let it play so softly over your face and neck, wrapping it around your head and slowly dragging it lower and lower. I want to awaken every nerve in your body. I let it flow over your nipples, finally touching them for the first time. As the silk falls around your hips, I let it tighten a bit, then down around your legs. I spread them a bit, exposing your dampness.
Then I take one of your feet and begin to massage it, touching harder for the first time. As you are concentrating on that, my tongue starts to lick your leg. I work my way back up yet again, but this time my tongue leads the way and my hands follow, massaging you. When I reach your head, I kiss and lick all around it (not your mouth, not yet, but your cheeks, your ears, the sides of your neck, the hollow of your throat).
I move behind you, still nuzzling your neck and my hands slide over your arms and onto your breasts. Finally I touch your nipples. They are hard and you push your chest into my hands. The moans you are making are so erotic! They have been the only sounds since I told you to enjoy, otherwise there is just an intimate silence, and the occasional soft sounds of skin on skin.
I slide around you and let my tongue trace its way down to your breast. As my hands move to your waist, my mouth finds one of your nipples and starts to suckle gently. My hands work behind you and caress your buttocks as I play on your nipple with my tongue.
Your moans are louder now, and you are having trouble standing still. My tongue once again begins to slide over your skin, down between your breasts, to your navel. It traces around, then thrusts into it once, hard, before continuing on down towards your waiting, needy sex.
I pause with my face before you, so close you can feel the heat of me on your thighs, feel my breath warming your already hot pubis. I stay there and smell you, enjoying the heady aroma, but I have to keep pulling back as your hips arc forward to try to get satisfaction. I do not want to touch you yet, not there, just enjoy the sight and the smell and your obvious need.
I wait a while longer to keep the tension going.