Jessica's birthday present - a story
I still cannot believe what happened, even as I write. What started as a giggle and a dare, turned into the most erotic night of our lives. I'd asked Jess what she wanted for her birthday, with a bit of a hint that it did not need to be a material present, but maybe an experience.
After a day or two of wrinkled brows, with a few glasses of wine after dinner, she let out a hint that maybe it could involve fulfilment of a fantasy she'd had for years. I was dry mouthed when she told me what she wanted and wasn't sure I could go through with it. But it was her present, and she promised when my birthday came around, she would try to make my dream come true. We agreed on a date two weeks away and I set off making the arrangements.
For days before the date, my heart raced and I had a permanent erection thinking of the possibilities. It had taken many web posts and calls to make the arrangements. This was a World with which I was very unfamiliar. The possibilities were many, but keeping security and privacy in mind was hard.
I picked Jess up at the appointed 7pm and we drove in near silence to the fancy hotel. I wasn't sure if she wanted to cancel the whole idea, but a glance in her direction and I saw the glint in her eye and a flushness of cheeks that suggested otherwise.
We drove the Merc through the iron gates and up the long gravel drive towards a beautiful Cotswold manor house. Soft orange lights came on automatically as we approached. Low lying Oak trees encompassed the drive and I wavered between delighting in their cosiness and fearing we were entering a hammer house of horror. We had barely opened the car doors, when a smartly dressed young porter arrived and without a word took our small overnight bags. We followed him towards the huge dark wooden doors, which silently opened on our approach. It was impossible to work out the size of the building in the dark, but I could just sense two large wings on each side of the front, hidden in the shadows. An owl screeched and a slight shiver ran up my spine.
The entrance hall was barely illuminated and smelt of old tobacco and fine furniture wax. A combination of St James gentlemen's club with an iodine hint of clinic. At the mahogany desk stood a siren beauty. She looked of Eastern Europe origin. She wore a formal suit of charcoal grey, her blond hair caught behind into a glistening ponytail, which cascaded down her arched back. The metal glasses she wore gave her the appearance of a strict librarian. But the whole image was tilted sideways into the extremely erotic by the deep slit in her short skirt, and her barely opaque blouse unbuttoned nearly to her waist. I could not help admiring the milk white flesh above her garter and the small pert pink nipple clearly visible against her jacket. My ever-increasing erection gave another twitch inside my chinos, almost painful within its confines.
She said not one word, merely smiled and tilted her head to suggest the porter would show us to the room.
Up the winding staircase, legs weak with excitement, we followed. Jess clearly enjoyed the pert arse of the young man just as much as I had enjoyed my view of receptionist. After a short walk along the wide corridor, he unlocked the bedroom door and we were shown in. It dawned on me that since we had driven off the main road, not one person had spoken. All had been done in complete silence.
As the porter left, he handed me an embossed card. Written in dark red italic script: "8pm, 4".
Right, I told myself. Time to get real and gain control here.
Maintaining the vow of silence, I opened my bag and took out a set of thin silk pyjamas and handed them to Jess.
"Shall I?"
"Shhhhh, yes."
Jessica retreated to the magnificent bathroom and after an age re-emerged in the silk. I was grateful I had chosen a size just slightly too small. The fabric hung tight to show off each curve. Even her mons was clearly visible, the shiny fabric stretched tight across. Her nipples stiffened against the jacket. I gasped in admiration.
I returned to my bag of tricks and pulled out a thick dark blindfold and pointed to the four poster bed. Obligingly, Jess walked over and climbed up. As I lent across to fix the blindfold securely we could smell each other's scent and fought hard not to collapse in a frenzied tangled of limbs and sex. But I had to be strong. This was her present and I had saved and planned hard for this one night. Jessica's night. So be it. I hoped I'd reap the benefits for years to come.
Jess lay back and waited. I returned to the bag and pulled my four secret weapons - suede manacles with enough chain to reach each of the four posts. I gently took one hand and introduced it to the cuff, tightening the buckle just enough to ensure she couldn't release herself, but not so hard to be a distraction. I could see a smile of excitement cross J's face.
Limb after limb was encased and I stood back to admire my work. Jess writhed and buckled and then collapsed in a sexy giggle. There was just one more piece of my armamentarium. I reached in and took out a leather bound Bowers and Wilkins headphone set attached to a mini ipod. Pressing play, I gently placed the phones. Now Jessica was in her own World. Sans Sight, sans outside noises and voices. I hoped that my choice of gentle Ministry of Sound chill music would match her mood. In the enforced confines, she was limited to smell and touch as her only senses. These must surely be enhanced by the limitation of other distractions.
I had barely sat down to admire my work when the door opened slightly. I crossed the room and opened it fully. Four entered. Four what? Care workers, nurses, - I had no idea. Two young men and two beautiful women. Each dressed in White polo shirt and tight white trousers. They were bare foot.
Although Jessica, I am sure, could not see or hear much. I could see her shift on the bed with a quizzical look to her face. She had felt the briefest zephyr of draft from the open door and probably smelt the spice and vanilla perfume of the four.
Silence reined again, but each seemed to know their role.
The first man, tall, muscular Teutonic - straight out of central casting German spa - carried a small pair of scissors. He reached down to the pyjama bottoms and very slowly cut up the seam of the right leg. Jessica wriggled to playfully escape the onslaught, and then settled back to enjoy the reveal.
When the second man started on her left leg, I heard her gasp at the realisation that at least three men were in the room. The silk over her mound seemed to stretch tighter and a small dark patch gave away her excitement.
I reached across and began unbuttoning her top, but the third worker - a petite Malaysian girl, who smelled deliciously of coconut - gently pushed me aside and started to cut up Jessica's right sleeve. The tension was unbearable as area by area, Jessica's flesh was revealed, the silk falling away onto the Egyptian cotton sheet.
As I now expected, the forth - a tall athletic red head with the longest of legs - began just above the left wrist and scissored up to the collar.
Both arms and legs were now fully exposed to four who were complete strangers both to Jessica and I. Adding to the eroticism, Jessica's cunt and breasts were still covered. The silk had been split top and bottom, and each arm; but as long as Jessica remained still, her chest and groin would remain hidden behind shiny silk.
Three of the four stood back. The first replaced each set of scissors into his shoulder bag. He reached out four small feathers and handed them out. Jessica's breath was deepening and I fancied I heard the occasional groan of excitement.
Starting at her elbow, with the faintest of pressure, a feather was drawn up her arm and then removed. Then along her left knee. Once again removed as rapidly as it was applied. I began to realise that the tension was building because Jessica had no idea where the next touch would come. Arm and leg, upper and lower in random order, the fairy kisses came. As a complete tease, a feather was drawn up the soul of her foot. Jessica squeaked and pulled her leg sharply back.
The jerk had disturbed the delicate covering of what remained of the pyjamas, and I was treated to the merest flash of Jessica's cunt. One swollen outer lip left exposed to the room.
Jessica had obviously realised what was happening and was torn between the twin desires of decency and abandonment. But try as she might, at the next tickle, she squirmed and wriggled such that the trousers fell away completely.
The heady aroma of sex filled my nostrils. The delicious scent of expectancy.
The red head took a feather and led it softly across Jessica's flat belly. I could see Jess frown trying to resist the tickle. But after a short time, two feathers along each side of her proved too much and she bucked so hard the top was thrown aside.
Essentially, Jessica was now helpless and fully naked in the warm room in front of me, but also in front of four strangers. Tied at each corner to the four poster bed, blinded by the fold and, I was sure, in a World of sound. I could only guess what her imagination was doing. Had she any idea who was in the room?
I had no clue what the next step of the evening would be.
Carefully, the tiny Malaysian circled the bed and softly blew onto Jessica's skin.
Each arm and leg was massaged in the softest of ways. She reached across Jessica's face allowing her jet black hair to fall onto her cheek, but as Jessica turned to try to make a firmer contact, the girl moved away.
