I'm in the car. I'm almost there, and she has her instructions. She's waiting for me.
It's night, and the house is dark. I come in through the front door and drop my stuff at the table. I can't wait to see her. I walk up the stairs to the bedroom.
A bedside lamp is on.
I stop in the doorway and watch her. She knows I'm here because she heard the door and my footsteps on the stairs. But she can't see me because she's blindfolded. She's laying on her back in bed, naked, legs spread wide, and she's playing with herself with her favorite vibrator. I can hear her moaning softly.
She's a beautiful woman. Young and short and dark, with full lips and breasts. I watch as she moves her hips against the vibrator in her hand. She's pushing it in deep tonight, a sign that she's really hot for sex.
Instead of moving into the room, I stand and enjoy the show for a moment. She knows I'm watching. I can tell it's turning her on, and she puts on a show by arching her back and moaning a little louder. She throws her arm wide and grabs at the sheets. It's her way of enticing me to join her.
I undress. I can see that she's close to orgasm. She must have been at this for a while. The sheets underneath her are damp.
She moans louder, and starts to buck her hips, and I know she's cumming. She pushes the vibrator in deep, and holds it there. Her movements are jerky and her legs are trembling. I take in the sight of her, and gently touch my cock as I watch. Finally, she collapses.
After a while, her movements become slow and languid. Then the vibrator begins to move again. Gentle and shallow.
Quietly, she says, "I need you."
I go to her. I place the flower I brought for her on the bedside table, and lay down on my side next to her. Within arms reach, but not touching her. I say, "don't speak tonight. Just listen, and do what I say."
She smiles a little.
I tell her, "We're going to play a game. Your part of the game is to lay there silently and masturbate. You're blindfolded so that you can focus on what you feel. My part of the game is to ask you questions about what you want me to do to you while you masturbate. If you want to do what I say, keep playing with yourself. If you're hesitant to do what I suggest, slow down. If you don't want me to do something, stop masturbating and I won't do it. Understand?"
She doesn't say anything. But she moves her hips slightly, and pushes the vibrator a little deeper inside her.
I'm watching her. I speak in a slow, quiet voice. "Good. Let's start easy. I'll set the scene. You're home. It's late at night. You're lying in bed, naked and blindfolded. You're using your vibrator to play with yourself as I watch, naked, beside you. First question... do you want me to kiss you while you masturbate?"
Her strokes with the vibrator are deep and slow. She likes it that way. I lean forward and gently touch my lips to hers. Our kiss is soft, passionate, and lingering. I run my tongue across hers. As we kiss, I can feel her body moving, masturbating underneath me.
