I don't know where I am, but I realize I can't move, because my hands are loosely tied to a headboard. I realize I am not alone in the bed. I look over and see a naked man's back with a visible tattoo across his upper back. I am scared because I don't remember how I got here, MY bed doesn't have a headboard and I am not sure where I am.
The man looks vaguely familiar from the back, he is fit but fairly pale, with short dark hair, but I can't see his face. I glance down to make sure I am not undressed and I am mortified to see myself in nothing but a flimsy pair of lacy panties and a thin silky tank top I like to sleep in during the summer months. I blush, wondering exactly what led to me being in this bed with a strange man, when he stirs and starts turning toward me.
I hold my breath, strangely excited and scared at the same time. Right before I see his face, I get very dizzy and close my eyes. I feel his fingers trailing up my inner thigh, skipping over my intimate areas and then skimming lightly up my stomach. I feel goosebumps rise over my entire body.
I start to open my eyes but he places a hand over my eyes, and whispers "Not yet," then loosely covers my eyes with a soft blindfold. I sharply suck in a breath, as he trails his hand back down my chest, deliberately skirting my breasts with circular motions. His rough, warm fingers head back toward my lower abdomen and I feel his warm breath blow across my skin as he starts kissing his way down to the edge of the lacy panties.
I feel the panties start sliding down as he continues kissing my belly and lower. I am trembling in anticipation and I am not sure why, but I am not even a little scared. I feel his warm hands settle on either side of my hips, as he lowers his body and fits his upper body to the space between my now spread legs. The panties barely cover my already wet crotch and I am anxious for him to touch me there.
I feel his warm lips touch the top of my labia through the panties, and then he exhales a long warm breath right over the most sensitive part of me. I almost come up off the bed, and I hear him laugh softly. "Oh, you like that, do you?" He repeats the action a few more times until I am squirming underneath him.