It is a beautiful summer's evening; a few clouds combined with a light cool wind, which gives some relief from the sweltering daytime we have been enduring. I step lightly on the garden path towards Allan's house, nervously checking my teeth, my hair, and straightening my blouse. Did I put on too much perfume? Not enough? I don't know why I get so nervous each time I visit him, if only for the few moments it takes him to answer the door.
I reach his doorway, and ring the doorbell. I hear his footsteps on the stairs inside, a slight pause, and the door opens. He greets me with his usual warm smile and greeting.
"Hey, baby." Allan says, motioning for me to come in. Once I am inside, he puts his arms around my waist and says, "Mmm, you look very good. Too bad you won't be wearing that for much longer."
I act surprised, but I am not. It's the game we play. However, I didn't know what was in store for me that evening.
He leads me down the stairs where the door is closed. When we reach the bottom landing, he turns to face me, with a mischievous grin on his face.
"Close your eyes, baby."
I close my eyes and feel him come up to me, rubbing his hands along my ass, lifting my skirt and touching the bare skin underneath. He reaches around to my pussy, gently separating the lips and sliding his fingers against my clit as he kisses a trail from my neck to my ears and back again. He pauses, leans away for a moment, then I feel the coolness of fabric being tied around my eyes.
"This is to make sure you don't peek."
Blindfolded, I reach for him, and he kisses me deeply, tongues entwining. He slides my blouse off my shoulders, and unzips my skirt. It falls to the floor soon to be joined by my bra. He leans down and takes my breast in his mouth, while stroking and roughly playing with the other one. Moaning, I put my hand behind his head and pull him closer.
He takes me by the hand, and leads me into his suite. He takes me to the middle of the room, where he tells me to sit down. Beneath me, I feel the cushions of his futon. Allan gently leans me back so I am lying completely on my back. He leans over me, lifts my right arm and fastens it to the futon railing with a piece of smooth, silky fabric. He does the same for my left arm, and then to each of my legs.
This has been my fantasy for as long as I can remember, and one that Allan and I talk about whenever we make love. Never did I think it would actually become a reality, just something erotic to fantasize about while we were feverishly fucking each other. Allan has a vivid imagination and a sex drive to match, so our sessions were never boring.
My legs are shaking from anticipation; my heart is pounding louder than the music playing on the stereo. I arch my back trying to feel his skin against mine, but he is too far away.
"Honey?" I call. I want to feel him.
"Be patient – or you won't get your present." I hear him say from across the room. I can't quite gauge where he is. I hear running water, footsteps. Then, the only thing I can hear is the sound of my heart beating, my rapid breath and the music, still softly playing on the stereo.
Every minute seems to tick by so slowly, as my anticipation swells. I feel myself start to ache, craving his kiss, his touch, and his lips to devour my ache. Finally, when I can wait no longer, a moan escapes my lips.
I feel him sit on the bed beside me. He roughly grabs my right breast in his mouth, and sucks so exquisitely hard that it makes me squirm. His left hand is pulling and tugging on my left nipple, bringing me such intense pleasure-pain combination that I cannot help but moan and groan to each twist and bite. Suddenly, he pulls away. I feel his fingers and hands on my pussy, dripping wet with anticipation and desire.
He removed his fingers, much to my dismay, and I feel him shift his weight on the bed. I again feel his fingers reaching, and probing into my pussy, when I feel something else as well. The room is filled with the electric hum of a razor.
