As I recall we last left off with a blindfold being placed over my eyes. Since trust was hugely emphasized at the beginning of this adventure I quickly conceded. The driver carefully placed the black satin just so, giving my cheek a gentle, adoring stroke letting me know all was well. We were off to places unknown, and my heart was racing nearly as much as my mind.
As the wheels turned below me, a soft melodic sound filled my ears. It was too faint to decipher, yet something about it felt familiar.
"Sir, what is that tune playing? Could you please turn it up?"
For some reason I could feel him smile. He said nothing, but I knew deep down that his face showed great approval. The music was instantly amped and the most beautiful rendition of Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata filled the air.
"How did he know?" I mused, quiet and under my breath.
"He knows far more than you can imagine young lady," the driver quickly replied catching me off guard.
As I rode I listened to the Sonata with wicked delight. Something happens within me whenever I hear those notes, and that potent crescendo. Beethoven in my opinion was something supernatural. Without hearing, he managed to reach a spot in the human ear that most couldn't possibly begin to reach. In turn, he managed to embrace the very spot in my soul that bled passionate and pure. With every treble and each calculated measure my excitement grew. As the notes enmeshed and mingled into a fine masterpiece my pleasure equally rose, keeping up tempo and stride. If one listens carefully to this particular sonata one would easily equate it to the hedonic tones of raw, undulating sex. Pure, passionate, beautiful, and moving.
There was something in the way the music made the nerves in my body sharpen. With each bump and dip of the road my delicate nipples were relentlessly stimulated. The velvet and lace of my corset acting as lips against my skin. The cool, smooth texture of my silky skirt danced against my bare lips like nimble slippers, gliding and bouncing in time. I felt so vulnerable, and so alive. I could feel the goddess in me breaking from her shell. This would indeed be a night to remember.
Losing my sense of restriction and boundaries I was not surprised when my hands instinctually began to inch up the fabric of my skirt. Were I subdued enough the driver might not notice. With liquid motions my hands gracefully liberated my body from the shroud of material. Feeling audacious and naughty, a part of me almost wished the driver was watching my every move. Perhaps he would even derive some carnal pleasure from the show I was about to put on. Yes, that was my desire. Pleasure. Emanating from me, surrounding me and infecting all those near.
