"Do you trust me?"
"Yes," he replied quickly but with just a trace of nervousness in his voice.
I slipped the blindfold over his eyes and whispered, "Cinnamon" in his ear.
"The safe word," he said quietly, turned to where I had been moments before.
"Uh-huh," I replied as he jumped, startled because I had moved without making a noise and my voice came from in front of him.
Standing, I began unbuttoning his shirt. He leaned forward, his lips searching in vain to kiss me.
"No, not yet, no kissing, it's not when you are ready, it's only when I am ready," I said as I leaned out of the way of his inviting lips and tongue.
He started to say something and I "shhh'd" him. "No more words, just silence."
I hadn't stopped unbuttoning and now his shirt was open.
He was tall, about 6.1 and about 200 pounds, is in good but not great shape.
Muscular and attractive in a small-town way, but not "Hollywood" handsome.
I reached up and using both hands, careful not to rub my body against his any more than necessary, I removed his shirt. I quietly inhaled, momentarily losing my way as I took in his scent.
Thinking to myself, "Motor oil, new tires, old leather," it was a combination of his cologne and natural scent that always made my knees a little weak.
He was older than me, a lot older. Older even than my own father, at fifty-five. Few of my friends would have even given him a second glance.
Quietly confident, calmly powerful, there was something about him that was different from the guys I was normally attracted to.
At only 27, he had asked me in moments of self-awareness, "What was it I saw in him and why was I wasting my time with an old man when I could have anyone I could choose?"
Each time he asked, I answered the same way, "I have tried younger men, and more than a few younger women, each was okay, but no one makes me feel the way that you do," he would try to convince me I was wrong, but the deepness in his deep blue eyes belied those words. I would lose myself in them, and each time we would kiss and soon the conversation would be lost in the passion we shared.
I was secretly pleased that as the months passed he was asking this question less and less.
His shirt fell to the ground and I used both hands and fingers to lightly caress his shoulders and chest, blindfolded I knew that his eyes would be closed anyway. We stood like that for several minutes, I could feel his heart beating, and I felt the rise and fall of his chest and lungs. My fingertips danced and grazed barely in contact with his skin.
A soft breeze eddied around us and teased at the loose strands of my blonde hair. Despite the warmth of the air, small goosebumps appeared on his skin, nervousness or anticipation, I couldn't decide which.
I knew my goosebumps were from anticipation. I had wanted to try this for a long time. I had asked, thinking he would say no, but to my surprise, the answer had been yes.
I had placed the order barely fifteen minutes later and after waiting for what seemed like forever, the package arrived today.
When I suggested tonight at the campground by the beach, he never hesitated.
Now I knelt in front of him; balancing on my knees, I undid his belt.
I loved being on my knees in front of him, I had been on them many times since we had met, tonight was different though.
I noticed his breathing was coming heavier and a light sweat seemed to cover his exposed skin. Pausing, I ran my hands over his ass, down the backs of his pants, and then back up the front of him, purposely avoiding the growing bulge that seemed to be right at my eye level. Everywhere else, I touched, caressed. My fingers traced the underside of his crotch as I finally cupped the soft material that covered his sex.
He inhaled and groaned slightly as my hands finally acknowledged his erection.
My fingers found the button on his pants, deftly undid it, and then slowly unzipped his fly. I could feel him pressing against the zipper. Free of the constraint, his underwear tented into my face, the salty/sweet aroma of him filled my senses.
In the fading light, I could see a growing dark spot of pre-cum on the material and the outline of his cock pressing into the sheer material of his underwear.
I reached up to the waist of his pants, hooked my fingers and thumbs around the belt loops, and pulled down. The material resisted because of the flare of his ass, I pulled harder and the material gave way. Careful not to pull down his underwear ... yet, his pants came down his thighs and then calves. When the material reached his ankles, without being asked, he lifted one foot, then the other as I pulled his pants off and they joined the shirt on the soft ground.
My hands roamed his ass through the thin material of his jockey briefs. I had bought them for him, as silky and smooth as panties, these held something that you would never find normally in panties; the bulge stretched the sheer fabric to the limits. The dark spot had only grown since we began and I used my lips to suck the clear fluid from them.
A moan escaped from him as my lips and hot breath nuzzled up against his underwear while my hands and fingers explored the backs of his legs from his knees to his toned ass. Although in his mid-50's, he had stayed in shape and I could feel the strong muscles from those exercises.
My lips kissed up and down his covered cock as my fingers and thumbs slid towards his waist. Repeating as before, my thumbs hooked the waistband, this time of the underwear, and pulled down.
Caught again by his ass and then by his wonderful cock, there was resistance. Taking my time, I pulled the fabric out, stretching it over the thick cock and heavy balls revealing them to the twilight.
He wasn't the biggest I had ever had, but he might be the thickest. His pre-cum made strands of what looked like a spider's web of clear fluid as I continued to pull his underwear down to his ankles and off. He used my head to steady himself as he lifted one foot and then the other to allow me to remove his last bit of clothing. His socks and shoes having been left neatly by the picnic table earlier.
Still, on my knees, my fingers clasped his cheeks and my tongue circled the smooth shape of his circumcised cockhead. Running my tongue around the rounded shape, I licked it as if it was an ice-cream cone, I could feel him shiver. My fingers glided over his ass, every once in a while, I let my fingernails rake deeply on his shaved ass leaving red scratches.
I loved that he kept himself shaved bare, he loved my nakedly bare little body and when I asked him several months ago, there was no hesitation to provide the same benefit for me.
I teased him by moving my lips to his smooth skin around his sex, softly kissing and sucking on everything but his cock and balls. I kissed and made small hickies at each place they visited. My fingers moved constantly on his body, eliciting a steady stream of moans and shutters as I worked on bringing his excitement up in steady steps as if climbing up a mountain.
With my hands massaging his ass, I took one of his smooth balls into my mouth and used my tongue to caress and pull on it. His fingers moved through my hair and I could feel his body tensing as I switched to the other one and back again.
I ran a finger from the base of his balls back up the path to his asshole as I moved my lips up the shaft of his cock. He shuttered again and begged me to take his cock into my mouth.
My small fingers rimmed his asshole, teasing and eliciting him, this was all new to him and he fully embraced the feelings. I loved how he would do that to me and it only made me more excited to know he liked it. I wanted to run my tongue there too, but there would be time.
I looked up and smiled at the blindfold. Waiting for almost longer than I could stand, in reality maybe ten seconds, my warm mouth took him. His cock passed over my lips; I could feel the veins with my tongue and the sides of him brushing against my teeth and the insides of my cheeks.
He whispered my name over and over again and pulled my head towards him, forcing his cock deeper into me until the tip brushed at the back of my mouth. I managed not to gag, I felt him withdraw to my lips, and then pushed himself back into my mouth. Once, twice, then, again and again, I lost track of how many times his cock pushed deep into my mouth and back out again as he fucked my face.
Completely lost in the feelings from my mouth we seemed to continue forever. Sensing he was almost ready to cum, he almost screamed in frustration when I stopped and straighten up. Putting a finger to his lips, I reached for a bag I had set on the ground.
I whispered, "Patience, you are going to like this."
I withdrew something that looked like a combination of harness and underwear. The leather straps that formed the harness were black and rugged. The underwear portion was silky and sheer. Two protuberances marked the inside of the underwear. Both were made of flexible but hard rubber, one was larger than the other.
He jumped when he heard the snap of a tube being opened but was disappointed when nothing happened to him. I squeezed out the cool gel and smeared it onto my hands and covered the two objects. Taking a second amount, I inhaled as I covered the bare skin of my pussy and then my own ass.
Already soaking wet from enjoying giving him a blowjob, I saved most of the gel for my ass as I coated the tiny rosebud that was my asshole.
Rimming myself, I gasped as I penetrated myself with one finger over and over again. Each time I penetrated a little deeper, to one knuckle, then the second, then added a second finger. Whimpering softly, I refocused because right now wasn't about me.
Satisfied that I was lubed up, inside and out, I positioned the harness and the two objects, one pushed into my pussy and the other into my ass.
I had to wiggle around a little, adjusting the attachments for the best fit. I closed my eyes for a moment and I bit my bottom lip as my knees were wobbling a little with the pleasure and pressure as I fit everything into the right spots.
When I had ordered this, I couldn't believe the number of choices and I had almost missed this one. He had found it and encouraged me to order it; I remembered his hands were almost shaking as he pointed to it.
Forcing myself to concentrate I tightened the harness and couldn't help shivering with pleasure at the pressure as the two objects buried deep themselves deeper inside both my pussy and ass. Despite trying to focus on him, another series of small whimpers and moans escaped.