It's my birthday, again. And as the old line goes, you only turn 50 once.
I told Rita I didn't want anything. Money's tight, and I really don't need much but a good book, a decent bottle of wine, and a reliable internet connection. I would love a nice blow job, though. Of course, I've told her that every year for the past 27 years. Some years I get some good head. Some years I get a shirt.
This was going to be one of the good years. The kids were farmed out to friends' houses for the night. We enjoyed a nice dinner, just Rita and me. We got home a little later than planned after a half-moon lit walk on the beach on a surprisingly uncold winter night.
She poured me a tall glass of organic port and we went upstairs. When she stepped into the closet to change, I quickly stripped, kicked my clothes under the bed, and slid under the comforter. Rita walked back out of the closet in a new, smooth, silky floral nightgown. The gown ended just moments below the apex of her thighs. The neckline plunged deep between her shallow, small-breasted cleavage. The thin material did nothing to hide the stiff nubs at the end of her tiny tits. I haven't seen her in lingerie in years. Yes, it looked to be a good night.
She crawled cat-like up on to the bed, on all fours, then slowly peeled back the blanket. "You didn't waste any time", she said as scanned my complete nakedness. She gripped my already hard cock in her long, thin fingers. Her eyes focused in on my shaft, stroking me with one hand and running her fingertips across my balls with the other. A fingernail scrape along the base of my shaft, teasingly close to my butt hole, sent an erotic shiver through my body.
"Stay here", she gently commanded as she reversed course off the bed. She reached into her top dresser drawer and pulled out several long strands of cloth of different colors. "Get off the bed for a moment", she told me.
I complied with a smile. She smoothed out the down comforter and positioned a single pillow at the center of the bed. "OK, lie back down here," she said.
"You're being naughty tonight", I grinned. "What's gotten into you?"
"It's your birthday. Be patient," she replied. "And lie down."
She leaned down and kissed me while taking my left hand and stretching it out to the corner bedpost. Two quick loops around my wrist and a knot around the post. I laughed. "Oh my god. What are you gonna do?"
Rita never said a word. She slid herself across my chest letting me see that there were no panties covering her blonde mound. I felt her damp hairs as she moved to the other side of the bed. She grabbed my other hand just as my fingers reached the edges of her pussy. She pulled it away from her and repeated the strapping. I was completely stretched, yet not all that uncomfortably, across our small queen sized bed.
She did the same with my feet, two loops around the ankles before securing both legs to the bedposts. I'm naked, spread and exposed. I feel a cool breeze against my balls. My cock lies rigid now against my stomach. Rita kneels at my side admiring her work. "Comfy?" she asks.
"I think so." I watch her eyes in anticipation. She bends over, taking my cock back in her fingers. She licks slowly up the full length of my dick. She does it again, and then one more time. The sensation is overwhelming. I can't move and I can't react physically to her touch. The cool air in the room rolls in on the wet side of my cock. Then her mouth envelopes my cock, taking in the head, then down down down until a full portion of my seven inches is inside her.
"Oh god, yes", I moan. "Do you know what you're doing to me? I'm not going to last long like this. You look so hot doing that. I like my birthday present," I grin.
"Ahhh," she sighed. "But what if you couldn't see what was happening?"
With that, she reached over and grabbed the last sash, the black one. Straddling my chest, she placed it over my eyes, covering my eyes from the top of my forehead to the tip of my nose. "Lift your head," she asked, and I did. She wrapped it twice around my head, and tied a snug knot at back of my neck.
"Oh, Rita," I whispered. "What's gotten into you?"
"It's your birthday," she whispered softly in my covered ear. "Now stay here for a moment."
Rita turned off the bedroom light and left the room.
I was naked, bound, spread-eagled, and blindfolded in the dark. Fortunately it wasn't too cold, but as the moment turned into minutes, and minutes turned into a quarter hour, I began to worry. Is she getting back at me for something?
