You arrive in town late. You smile to yourself, thinking about the lunch date we have tomorrow. Sightseeing in the morning by yourself, then lunch with me...and who knows where that'll lead. You grin naughtily, thinking about all the things we've discussed. Checking in at the hotel, showering quickly, getting undressed, and sliding into the large, comfortable bed, you quickly fall asleep, naughty thoughts drifting through your head.
You awake slowly in your hotel room.
You smile lazily as you begin to stretch...only to find that you can't. You try to move your arms, and realize that they've been secured to the headboard. Your attempt to move your legs is equally futile, having been secured to the posts at the foot of the bed.
Opening your eyes, you find that a blindfold has been placed over them. You move your head frantically, trying to somehow pull the blindfold off through friction against the pillow.
"Shhhh. Relax." My voice. Your heart stops pounding, but your body still full of adrenaline. You feel my weight on the side of the bed, then the brief brush of lips on yours. You hungrily raise your head for more contact, but I'm already gone. You whine quietly.
Brief touches of my lips on your shoulder, your hip, your knee, the inside of your thigh. You gasp as each touch teasingly flickers against you, then disappears. You writhe slowly against your bonds, each touch making you jump slightly.
My fingers lightly trace up the side of your body, tracing the underneath of your breasts, over your rapidly hardening nipples. A finger finds its way to your lips, tracing their fullness. Your tongue darts out to touch my finger, and you shudder briefly at the contact. My finger slowly enters your mouth, and your tongue hungrily licks at it, your lips closing firmly on it...suckling at the length of my finger, getting it wet with your watering mouth.
A tongue briefly, ever so briefly, flicks against your left nipple, incongruously, making you jump.
My finger slowly withdraws from your hungry mouth, and you feel it leave a faint thread of saliva on your chin as it passes, briefly tracing over your stomach, then tracing the aroused lips of your slick cunt. You moan softly as I trace your lips, my finger getting wetter. You raise your hips, trying to gain more contact with my finger...but I pull away as you growl in frustration. You lower your hips, and the finger returns...slowly, lazily tracing your lips, being careful to avoid your hot, throbbing clit.