It Was My Turn......
I lay on the bed, naked except for the red satin blindfold that covered my eyes. The room was warm, yet I felt cool, quivering with anticipation, my nipples hardening from the gentle sweep of air from the ceiling fan. The three had slowly and deliberately removed all my clothes after slipping on the blindfold.
The touch of their hands on my gradually revealed bare skin was thrilling, as they lingered so teasingly as each garment was removed. The last, of course were my satin panties, and each of them took a turn stroking my moist folds through the thin material before they, too, were removed.
I was already aroused, even though they hadn't yet begun to truly please me. I could hear soft sounds as the others in the room shed clothing. I was warned not to reach out and touch. This was their turn to pleasure me. Then I felt the soft, gentle pressure of fingertips, first on my tummy, then on my thighs, then on my face, and I realized that all three of the others were beginning to tease me, first with gentle flutters, then with more sensual full caresses.
I tried to distinguish the two men from the lady, but could not. They were all so gentle. The hands stayed on my skin, driving me delirious with anticipation. No one was yet stroking my intimate parts, the ones that were fairly screaming with desire to be touched.