First Time Blindfolded

Hallo everybody! My name is Amy, and I thought it would be kind of fun to tell you about the first time my boyfriend and I used a blindfold during sex. Let me tell you... it was an experience like no other. You'd think that by removing one sense, the others are heightened. Well, that is true to some extent but it is much more than that. If you're not able to see, you also can't really "brace" yourself. It is difficult to put into words and explain, but those that have tried it will know exactly what I mean. It makes you feel way more vulnerable. It's perhaps a bit uncomfortable in the beginning but if you surrender to that feeling, trust your partner completely and truly give yourself over, there are just not many sensations that can match that...

The evening began as many others, with my boyfriend and I snuggling on the couch watching TV. I was leaning with my back against him, my head on his chest, and his left arm was wrapped around me with his hand resting on my stomach. Nothing out of the ordinary, until I felt his hand slowly creep upwards to my chest.

I gasped and giggled, "Someone seems to be in the mood..."

I turned towards him, and he just smiled. He moved forwards, his body towering over me, making me lay on the couch on my back. Next, he lowered his body on top of mine and moved one hand in my hair and the other on my side. It was so uncharacteristically bold of him but I loved it. I tried to make another smug comment, but he quickly shut me up by moving his lips to mine and kissing me deeply. He started to slowly gyrate his body, causing my legs to part. His hand crept under my shirt and under my bra. It was so sudden, so urgent. It almost felt like he wanted to rip the clothes off my body and take me right there and then! He made me feel so incredibly hot, so desired... I wanted him... I wanted him now! And then... he stopped... just like that. He stood up and walked towards the cupboard and started to look for something. Let's just say I was a bit more than mildly annoyed and asked him what the big idea was.

"I have a surprise for you! Come to the bedroom in like 15 minutes, okay?!".

Indeed, after around 15 minutes I heard him calling my name from the bedroom. I stood up and walked toward the bedroom door and opened it. The view took my breath away! The curtains were closed, a beach towel was on the bed and the room was lit by dozens of flickering tealights. Classical music was played softly in the background and the whole room smelt strongly of vanilla and lavender. The doofus used all our scented tealights but it didn't matter, the gesture was so incredibly sweet, and I loved it! He was sitting at the edge of the bed in his black bathrobes gauging my reaction. I was totally flabbergasted and didn't know what to say. With a smug, confident grin plastered on his face he stood up and walked towards me.

He stroked my cheek and looked at me with his beautiful blue eyes. "Tonight is all about you... on one condition"

My eye caught his other hand removing something from his pocket. A sleeping mask, like the one you get from the airport! It was instantly obvious what he meant, and I was so excited. I asked him before if he would like to try it one time, but he never seemed interested.

"Yes! Let's do it!" I replied with a smile from ear to ear.

"Okay Amy, strip completely naked, put on the mask and lay face down on the towel. I'm going to give you a massage."

I wish I could say I was more elegant about it but I hastily undressed, leaving a sort of naughty "breadcrumb" trail of discarded clothes towards the bed, and laid face down on the towel with the mask on. My boyfriend followed soon after as I felt his weight shift the bed a bit. I didn't really know what to expect. I also didn't know if he was naked too or still in his robes. All I know was that I was a bit anxious but also incredibly excited. I felt him lean over and grab something from the headboard, and just a few seconds later, I felt a couple of ice cold spritzes on my back, making me yelp.

"Relax, it's just the oil sweety!" he snickered as he began to slowly rub the oil into my back and shoulders.

The oil heated up quickly and I just gave in to his strong hands rubbing all the tension and worries away. He started with my neck and slowly moved down towards my shoulder and upper back. Then to my lower back, and back up again. It would have been such a relaxing massage if it weren't for the fact that I was acutely aware of the intention. My naked body was in front of him while I couldn't see. I was his plaything now and although he was gentle and sweet there was always this flicker of expectation that he would pounce on me and take me. The longer the massage went on the more it smouldered inside me. Every time I felt the pressure of his strong hands, I'd feel the butterflies welling up inside my stomach.

He knew what he was doing. He was teasing me, gracing the sides of my breast with his fingers, moving toward my butt and then backing up again. Now and then he would lean over and kiss my ear, telling me he loves me with that deep voice of his. He made me feel vulnerable and small, totally subjected to his whims, yet I felt safe and protected too. At that moment I was truly his, and I was more than content with it. Nevertheless, I tried to tease him back. I'd arch my back and push my ass up like some sort of cat in heat, coaxing him into losing control, but he would just gently push me back down again.

He continued to move his hands down more, massaging my thighs. Up and down... up and down... every time he moved up, I could feel his thumbs mere inches away from my most intimate spot. I was burning up... I wanted him... I needed him... I wanted to beg and scream but I hold out by biting my lip. It almost felt like we were in a competition of who would hold out the longest, and I was losing badly.

After a while, he told me to turn around and lay on my back, and I obediently complied. Another couple of spritzes, another yelp, and his strong hands were back on my body again. He massaged my front with the same sensual, methodical precision as he massaged my back. He started with my neck again and moved down to my shoulders, then past my breasts, almost gracing my nipples, to my stomach and finally to my thighs. I was trembling with excitement, and I had to clench my jaw to stop my teeth from chattering. There were almost no new places for him to touch anymore, and I felt it coming. He was about to claim his prize and the anticipation was killing me! He leaned over and kissed me. The surprise feeling of his lips on mine almost woke me from my trance and then in one swift motion I felt his hands move up and grab my breasts. After all the teasing... all the delaying... to be touched so suddenly and with such intent, it made my head spin, and I couldn't help but moan. As though he'd pressed a button, I opened my legs for him, and he didn't miss a beat. He moved his hand down until I felt his fingers on my pussy.

"God you're soaking wet!"

He pushed a finger inside me, and then a second. Still with one hand on my chest he started to finger me like only he can. The fires were lit, the flood dams were broken. This little competition of ours was over, and I clearly lost. In hindsight I never really stood a chance. I couldn't hold it anymore! In a stark contrast to the romantic atmosphere in the room I begged him to fuck me... take me... use me... fill me... and everything in between. I would have given up a kingdom just to feel him inside me for a second...

He didn't reply. I just felt him lean forward and grab something from the headboard again.

"I swear if he's grabbing that massage oil again and spritzing me, I'm going to kick his ass!!", I thought to myself.

But I realized it wasn't the massage oil, when I heard the unmistakable sound of a condom being unwrapped. Not long after, he moved between my legs and positioned himself.

"Please... please... please... put it inside me..." I whimpered, as I felt the rock hard head of his cock slowly pass between my lips and enter me.

It started out gentle, loving, with slow deep strokes, like I'm used to when I have sex with him, but that changed quickly. The teasing must have gotten to him too. He went harder and harder, until the music wasn't even audible anymore over the sounds of our bodies smacking into each other. I braced myself against the headboard to keep me in place. With my other hand I reached over to his chest. I felt his muscles, the dampness of his sweat. He was breathing heavy, almost grunting. He felt so strong! It was like I was being fucked by a beast!

Suddenly, he moved his body back and grabbed my hips with both hands, lifting my ass up. He was squeezing me tight, and I knew it wouldn't be long now. It was the last stretch! The sprint to the finish line! I was so ready. The world melted around us and I just let the pleasure wash over me. My climax reached me before he could finish, and he just kept going and going. My whole body was screaming for him to slow down but I was determined to endure. He had earned it! I was so sensitive, and the pleasure overwhelmed me. I had difficulty breathing. I felt tingles on the soles of my feet and in my fingertips. Against the darkness of the mask, I saw flashes of light... white, green, red and blue. I might have been on the verge of passing out until finally, with a final thrust, he hilted himself inside me and finished too.

We were both exhausted and he collapsed on top of me. We laid there for a couple of minutes just to get our bearings back. Finally, he pulled out and laid besides me. I removed the mask and looked into his face, which was glistening from the exertion. He stroked my cheek and just smiled, no words were needed. There was nothing left of the beast that had ravaged me mere minutes earlier. All that was left was the sweet man I fell in love with so many years ago.