CHAPTER 8: BLINDFOLDED PLEASURES
As I pulled my car into Travis's driveway and stopped behind his car, I didn't see anything different from most times I had come to his home. His was the only car in the driveway in front of the garage like normal. There had been no other cars parked in front of his house on either side of the street. As I approached, though, I was so focused on his house and his unusual suggestion that I ignored the number of cars parked on the street several houses from his.
I stepped out of the car and stood quietly for a moment to gather myself. I felt the soft, humid breeze wafting over my naked skin. No, I wasn't standing on his driveway naked but the thin, loose wrap-around beach cover-up I was wearing was next to being naked. He had suggested, and I had ultimately agreed, it would be a fitting way to arrive when clothes were not going to be otherwise needed. The garment was so loosely tied at the waist that it gaped from top and bottom, the sides seeming to only meet at the waist. It was a short walk to the front door but one that felt very exposed the entire time.
He must have been waiting as the door opened as I stepped up the stoop to the door. As I entered his house, his hand pulled the bow at my waist and the cover-up fully fell open. He kissed me hard, one hand behind my neck pulling us together, the other hand fondling my breasts before slipping down to my pussy, my legs opening even before the hand reached its target.
"Mmmm," he uttered as he broke the kiss. My pulse was pumping in anticipation just coming to the door. The casual, intimate manner he touched me and my eagerness for the touch were now normal. A finger slipped past my pussy lips into my hole and I moaned and sighed. "Your nipples are hard and your pussy is dripping, Tessa. Your body is ready. Are you ready?"
I looked up into his eyes. They shined back to me with lusty playfulness. I nodded but then spoke my readiness to leave nothing to assumption. I shrugged off the cover-up, allowing it to fall to the floor behind me, and kicked off my shoes. He was dressed. I was standing in his entryway naked. Anticipation of the unknown was driving me higher with arousal and nervous energy. My long hair was pulled back into a ponytail as he request so it would be out of the way. I could feel a tingle in my pussy, not just wetness but a real feeling, a physical reaction. My nipples were so hard, I could feel them, too. I didn't know for sure what was going to happen. That's not true, of course. I knew I was going to be fucked. What I didn't know for sure was by who or how many. This was the result of the level of trust I had come to have in Travis.
Travis reached behind him and returned with black cloth. The blindfold. I was to be blindfolded today. Or, at least, for a good portion of the day. This was his latest idea for me. He assisted me in putting it over my eyes. It fit snugly, the thick elastic strap tight around my head. The fabric was soft and very comfortable and allowed no light to pass anywhere. I shivered. My world was instantly dark. I still felt Travis next to me but I still flinched and gasped at the same time when his fingers took my nipple. It was very disorienting. There was no visual signal allowing me to prepare for whatever was coming.
He asked me again if I was ready. I verbally assured him I was. I also shivered. The only sound I could discern was the usual neighborhood sounds outside and the sound of sports on the TV in the family room. And, the pounding of my heart.
He took my hand and my elbow and began leading me blindly from the entryway. This was his idea for my experience: I would be led blindly from place to place, from man to man, from use to use. When he explained the idea, he told me anyone involved would be told not to ever talk to eliminate any possibility of my recalling a past encounter. I, therefore, assumed his three friends would be who I would be given to. He had also commented, 'But they will make sounds. No man, Tessa, can resist reacting when pounding your holes'. The comment had been so lewd, so graphic, so crass, but it also was a comment of appreciation and praise and it had filled me with desire even on the phone.
He stopped me in the hallway. I knew it was the hallway by the change in sounds coming to me. I sensed him doing something and then told me to bend over. It reminded me that I was naked, but this was Travis who knew every inch of my body and had used it in every way possible. I felt a hand pull an ass cheek to the side and cool lubrication rubbed over and into my asshole. He repeated with more being pushed inside with two fingers.
"We don't know when this will be first penetrated," he commented with a slap to my ass. A casual comment that sent another shiver through my body. He told me all my holes could be used. I accepted that. After all, he regularly used my holes and throat with his big cock. That was what our relationship was based on.
He wouldn't tell me who the men were or even how many. Did I trust him, he asked. Of course, I had responded. That was that, then. That was how I came to be naked and blindfolded in the hallway of his house waiting for him to lead me to my first unknown encounter with an unknown partner.
We continued walking after that stop. His bedroom, I thought. His bedroom was at the end of the hallway. There were other bedrooms and a separate bathroom we passed. One bedroom near the main part of the house was used as a home house. He turned me left and I was sure it was his bedroom. A few steps inside and he stopped. I knew the bed, a king-size, was ahead. A chest of drawers to the left, a small closet in the corner, and the master bath to the right. I was very familiar with the room.
His hand left my elbow and slid over my bare back to my left shoulder as I felt a light kiss on the right side of my neck. "Have fun," he whispered.
I heard the slowly retreating sound of his shoes. I imagined him stepping backward while watching me standing naked with an unknown man somewhere before me. Was the man already naked on the bed with a hard cock waiting? Was this a hide-and-seek beginning?
I flinched at the touch of my breast. I might have thought it unexpected but of course, it was expected. I just couldn't see it coming. I couldn't see who it was. I put my hand on the hand at my breast. My action wasn't to reject the touch or even to minimize it. I slid my hand along his forearm, up his bicep, to his shoulder and neck. All my touch encountered was bare skin. This was a man similar in size to Travis ... similar to his friends. Could this be Tom, Warren, or Carl? Might this be a friend I haven't met?
