I squirmed playfully as the silk scarves are wrapped tightly around each of my ankles in turn. Looking down my body at James I can feel myself getting wetter, I am completely naked, and am watching him secure the scarves to the bed posts from between my breasts. My nipples already semi erect and I can see he is as turned on as I am by our little game, his cock bobbing, erect between his thighs as he moves around at the end of the bed.
I reach my hand up and gentle caress the nipple of my left breast as he climes up the bed towards me, gently kissing up the inside of one leg, across my belly and up to the mounds of my ample breasts. "Stop touching yourself or I will tie your hands as well!" He says playfully. I just smile back and continue tweaking at the sensitive skin. He jumps off the bed and reaches into one of the draws in the dresser pulling out another scarf, this one black and thicker than the others he advances towards me again, "Going to change the rules a little tonight, I don't want to you to see your surprise before it happens!" Before I have a chance to realise what is going on the blindfold is around my head and tide tightly, blocking out all sight from the room, I feel him getting off the bed again.
With my arms still free I push myself up on my elbows and attempt to hear for him in the room, the fabric of the blindfold covers my ears too, muffling the sounds I can hear, and then music starts, something I don't recognise but it has a soulful regular rhythm and the tune fills my head, soon I am lost to the sound of the jazz saxophone and am unable to hear anything else. Sitting still I wait, soaking up the delicious feeling of being tethered and yet free to move my upper body, blinded by the scarf and deafened by the music, my body aching for some kind of stimulation.
I felt the bed move under his weight as he moved up between my outstretched legs, but still he did not touch me, then he was still again, my pussy ached to be touched and I could feel his breath gently lingering on my wet outer lips, "Come on James stop torturing me like this, and touch me!" I said, a little more needily than I wanted to sound, but I was so wet and so ready for him. James said nothing and left me a moment longer before I finally felt that first contact.
It was so light at first, a gentle brush of his tongue against my shaven outer lips, so gentle I almost thought I was dreaming it, but with each lick the pressure became greater and faster and I lay back against the pillows in readiness for what was going to happen next. He was an expert, his tongue knowing just where to press and slide, while still avoiding the most sensitive parts, bringing me closer and closer to the edge, making me wetter and wetter. I writhed against his face trying to force him to touch me where it ached the most, knowing one touch would send me over the edge. But he wouldn't give in. My fingers tangled in his short blond hair trying to force his head down, to drive his tongue deeper, I was so close to coming but with my legs tethered as they were I was not able to lift my pelvis enough to cause the friction I needed and I began to get frustrated, moving as much as I could pushing with my hands and groaning out of desperation as well as pleasure. He liked to keep me on the edge as long as possible and he had said that I would get an extra surprise tonight!