Now clean, I re-enter the kitchen, 5:52 pm and reached for the envelope and the ribbon. The front of the envelope catching my eye once again I see the word again, SLUT, that is what I am, isn't it? I'm doing it. My bare feet walking across the wooden floor to the front door I peek out of the peep hole. I can't go outside naked, could I? What if someone sees? My house was right on the street, it wasn't even dark outside. I could be quick. I could do this. My heart raced and I felt just how wet I was as the juices started to drip down my thigh. My hand rested on the door knob willing myself top open it. Twisting it, my hands trembling I open the door exposing my bare body to the world. My eyes dart up and down the street as a car approaches. I quickly step outside and turn to place the envelope in the mailbox, lost in my own world. A car horn honks as my naked ass faces the street and I jump. Rushing back inside I close the door and lock it by habit and then consciously unlock it. I quickly step into the living room and pull back the curtains, two teenage boys walk past the window as I freeze, they are too engrossed in conversation to realize they are missing out on a view of my naked breasts.
I shift the coffee table into place and look down at my hand to see my hand white knuckled holding onto the black ribbon, it stands out so starkly against my pale skin. I climb onto the table and kneel as told. Reaching up I place the blindfold in place as I see the clock on the DVR one last time before the world goes black, 5:56 pm.
I wait. Time freezes. Just how long is 4 minutes of time.? I hear the front door open. I hold my breath, there is no turning back now. I'm trembling. I hear shoes snap across the floor and as my body reminds me that I need air, I take a deep breath. The cologne... It's him. A smile crosses my face as I hear his shoes walk around the table.
"I am pleased." he states. I realize that I had never heard his voice before this point, it is just as deep and deliberate, much like his walking gait that I have watched so many times as we both walk up and down the street to our respective destinations.
"Now, slut..." I feel a leather gloved hand lifting my chin to face him yet seeing nothing with the blindfold in place. But even unseeing I can picture him. The same man I have pictured so many times as I lay in bed with my hands between my legs bringing myself to orgasm after orgasm. And the smell. Oh how I loved that smell. "...you've gathered quite the audience on the street." Was he lying? Do all my neighbors know what a slut I am?
He slips a gloved finger between my slightly parted lips, as I feel my left nipple twisted hard my mouth opens wider in a gasp and he inserts a second finger. "Good slut. Show me just how much you like to suck."
My mouth begins to work his fingers. His scent continues to fill the room but my own familiar scent of arousal equally fills the air. The other hand grabs a handful of my hair and the tails of the blindfold as he forces me into a bobbing motion on his two fingers. My gag reflex wants to react but I don't dare. The fingers disappear from my mouth and my knees are pushed apart with two quick pushes. Before I take another breath his fingers are inside of me. I gasp again but remain frozen in place. A slut for his use. He fills me with his leather fingers. I'm dripping wet. I moan. I didn't realize how much I craved this.
He pushes me down onto all fours and I hear him step away. My ears perk trying to hear every little sound. A zipper? Something ripping? Before I could even get my fuzzy thoughts straight I feel his gloved hands on my ass as a hard cock fills my dripping pussy. I involuntarily rock to meet his length. It has been so long since I was filled with a real honest to goodness warm throbbing cock. So different than my trusty purple vibrator. An orgasm fills my body as he pulls my body to him and pushes deeper, stroke after stroke. Deeper and harder. My juices flowing down my thighs and gathering on the wooden table at my knees. I struggle to not slip as he pounds me again and again. And he pulls away. I hear a zipper again and the sound of muffled clapping. Wait.. clapping. Yes. Clapping. It was coming from outside the window. One clap? Two claps? I can't count the claps. My naked body trembles, wet, used, gasping for breath. The sound of your foot steps is further away now, I hear the front door open. The footsteps pause. "Well done, slut. Until next time..." The door closes. I remain trembling on the coffee table, frozen and blind. I can't bare to face and lingering neighbors at my window. How long has it been? An hour? Two?
As my mind begins to return I slide down onto the floor and reach up to remove the blindfold. I roll over to see the DVR 6:28 pm. 28 minutes. My eyes close and I drift off to sleep exhausted on the wooden floor with the curtains still parted.
[Author's note: This is a companion piece to "The Show". For full enjoyment, I suggest reading both stories.]
