As soon as my orgasm dies down I remember Matt.. My embarrassment hits me like a freight train when I realize how exposed I am and I sit up and slam my legs closed, leaving Eli staring at me with a confused expression.
"Matt isn't in bed." I whisper...
"Okay...." Eli looks at me as though I've finally lost it and I lean into his arms, still exhausted and vibrating with aftershock.
He cranks his head back and forth from one direction to the other until he is satisfied there is no one outside except he, and I, and the wildlife.
I whip my head around toward the heavily wooded area behind Eli's head but I also find nothing...no one staring at me from the trees, no one watching me with intent eyes...but I know what I saw. Matt was there. He was watching me. And it wasn't an accident.
"Baby girl...are you okay?" Eli says to me, concern painted on his handsome face. He knows I've had a lot to drink and he undoubtedly thinks the combination of hard liquor and the isolated environment are making me see things that just aren't there.
At this point I'm beginning to doubt myself but I don't have long to linger on that notion because Eli's fingers are already grazing the bottom of my skimpy athleisure top. I have nothing underneath it and I know he's hoping to get it off of me. I lift my arms obediently as I look into Eli's eyes. The dying fire makes them dance with lust as he lifts my top up over my outstretched arms. His mouth is on me even before he tosses my tiny top into the patch of grass behind me. I start to make a mental note to try and find it before we pass out but that lasts for less than a second because Eli's mouth is not gentle.
He bites and sucks and licks as he looks up into my eyes. I'm naked, save the teeny tennis skirt and the fluffy, scrunchy socks that were under my Timberlands. I giggle as I look down at the socks and Eli is puzzled for a split second following my gaze and landing on the socks. He also starts to laugh softly and asks me if I'm too cold to take them off. His concern is thoughtful and sweet but I'm very nearly stripped already so I take a second to peel my socks off and toss them behind me toward what I think is the grass patch.
Eli rocks back on his heels and his eyes burn into mine. He is running his thumb across his lower lip, the way he does when he's really focused. And right now he's focused on me.
"Stop."
His voice is still soft but noticeably more commanding and I stop fidgeting. My hands are covering my exposed nipples and my legs are pressed together while my skirt sits lonely on my hips.
"Let me look at you" I know by his tone he's serious but it's still hard for me to let my arms down and unravel my legs from each other to fully expose myself in the moonlight. His eyes drink me up and I squirm under his gaze. I can feel the heat blooming in my chest all the way up to my ears and I hope it's at least dim enough that Eli can't see the way I'm blushing. I can feel the breeze on me now that the fire has died down and my skin pops with goosebumps. Eli is in no hurry as he reaches up and languidly brushes his fingers against my nipple. They are painfully hard and I desperately wish it was his warm mouth but as usual, Eli takes his time. He rolls my nipple between his skilled fingers and I moan quietly and wriggle in my chair. I hear the slap before I feel it against my erect nipple.
"I said sit still, Princess. I want to look at you."
I sit up sulkily and pout. Now I really hope he can't see me in the dark as I try to prepare myself for his next assault. It doesn't come. Eli is looking at me thoughtfully once again as he stands in front of me and pulls something from his pocket. My eyes strain to see what Panties? A strip of fabric?
Oh, shit. It's a blindfold. And then everything goes dark.
I can feel Eli deftly securing the blindfold behind me and I struggle not to reach up and cover myself again. I'm not scared. Exploration and kink is not new to us. However...I can't say I've ever been blindfolded outside and it makes me feel so much more exposed.
