John was nervous, his heart pounding and his mouth dry. When he left home the feelings had been more of excitement, but the journey over was long enough for him to think about what was about to happen, and for the nerves and adrenalin to start flowing. Phrases like "fuck" "fucking hell" and "what the fuck am I doing" had been muttered by him in the car, along with "oh my fucking God, this is crazy". Colourful language was something he was fluent in.
He parked his car close to the address he had been given.
He sent a text which read simply, "I am here."
Without waiting for a reply, he placed the phone in his pocket and walked over to the apartment. Looking under a plant pot by the door, he found a small bunch of keys, just as he had been told that he would. He moved over to the main entrance and tried the key in the lock. It fitted, and now John knew for certain that this was not a trick, or a scam. Walking inside, he made his way to the door of apartment number four, used the second key and opened the door. There was no turning back now.
The flat was smallish, but nice and tidy. Doors to the kitchen and living room were open, and both rooms were unoccupied. Loud dance music came from behind a closed door. Once John had opened the door and stepped inside he paused, drinking in the scene with his eyes. On the bed was a woman, on all fours, wearing only black high heel shoes and a skimpy black thong. Wild curly blonde hair cascaded from her head, covering her face, and as she writhed around, almost like she was dancing to the music, John could see that she was wearing a blindfold. Occasionally she let out small whimpers of excitement and anticipation as she moved. John wasn't sure if she was aware of his presence, the music was so loud that she may well have been totally oblivious.
Everything was going as planned, but this was as far as their planning had gone. Although they had spoken on the phone and exchanged pictures, they had never met each other before. She wanted to be a slut for him. He wanted to fuck her, lick her, touch her, use her - she was going to be his anonymous lover.
He placed his sunglasses on the side and walked over to the bed. When he gently touched her back with his fingers, she let out a little scream, and he ran his hand over her back, across her firm bum. Moving her hair away from her neck, he leant forwards and kissed her. He could feel the smooth skin of her neck against his lips, could smell her scent as he breathed in. He kissed his way down her neck, across her shoulders, down to her bum, kissing, licking and occasionally gently biting her soft skin. She continued to move around underneath him, her excitement clear, occasionally uttering quiet words under her breath that John couldn't quite hear.
His hands were also touching her, feeling her, moving across her body and gently teasing her. John climbed on the bed behind her and pulled her arse back against him. He still had his jeans on, but he knew she'd be able to feel the hardness of his cock as he pressed it into her. She pushed back hard and began to move her hips, rubbing her pussy and arse against him. He held her, one hand gripping her hip, while the other continued to caress the soft skin of her back and bum. He pulled away from her, and, keeping his hands on her hips, he knelt on the floor behind her. His face was level with her arse, and he gently blew on her before leaning closer and giving each cheek a playful, gentle bite. She let out a little squeal. He continued to bite her cheeks, then began to kiss and lick her, moving his mouth over the tiny red marks where he had just bitten her, then down onto her thighs, finally he pushed his mouth against her silk covered pussy, pushing his tongue out and forcing the fabric into her pussy slightly. He could smell the scent of her pussy and get the faintest of tastes of her through the material. The scent and taste made him want to fuck her there and then.
She slumped forwards, turning on to her side as she did so. Still blindfolded, she looked vulnerable, sexy, slutty and wanton. John pushed her gently and she rolled over onto her back, legs wide apart, knees up, available.
John climbed on to the bed, kissing his way along every inch of the smooth skin of her thighs. He spent time licking the soft delicate skin in the crease between her thighs and her pussy, knowing that she would be imagining him licking her. She placed her hands on the back of his shaved head, gently scratching him with her manicured nails. He went back to lick and biting her thighs and she let out a loud sigh, sitting up slightly, her hands desperately trying to guide John's head back towards her pussy.
This time he was feeling slightly more generous, and pressed his tongue hard against the fabric, feeling her pussy open up to him as his tongue pressed into her. He could taste more of her now, her juices coming through the silk and onto his tongue. He pulled the panties to one side, then delicately his tongue danced across her pussy, from the bottom all the way up to her clit, then back and forth like this several times, until she tried to push his face against, tried to force him to lick her harder.
He pulled away from her pussy, forcing her to wait. Kissing his way across her stomach, his lips and tongue once more teased their way across her smooth body. Reaching her firm breasts, his mouth spent a few moments teasing her nipples, which were already stiff.
Moving further up her body, finally, his hard cock was pressed against her pussy once more. As she began to rub herself against him, he leant his head down towards her face. He had still not seen her eyes, but she looked beautiful and vulnerable, under his control for the moment at least.
She was startled when his lips touched hers, but quickly wrapped her arms around his strong shoulders, as their kisses moved from gentle to passionate, their tongues probing, with the occasional little bite of tongue or lips.
