First Times： Nine Tales of Innocence Lost(56)

“You’re beautiful,” I said.

“Thank you.” She tilted her head to the side and brushed my loose hair over my shoulders. “Put this on.”

She handed me a blindfold.

“What’s this?”

“It’ll help with the nerves, and heighten your sensations. I’m going to blow your mind. No one will ever make you cum like we do.”

I shivered. I couldn’t believe I was doing this, but I let her tie the blindfold around me. She stood in front of me as she did it up, close enough that her breasts brushed mine as she moved. The movement was casual, innocent, and made heat flare between my legs. Her skin was silk smooth and cool to the touch, but her breath was hot. She took my hands.

“Over here.”

I stumbled a little, not being able to see and all, and almost pitched forward on my face when my legs hit the edge of the bed. I couldn’t believe this was actually happening. Dianne steadied me with a hand on my shoulder and guided me onto the bed. I went to lay on my back, but she stopped me and turned me on my stomach. I spread on the smooth cool sheets, shaking like a leaf. I had a good buzz, but I was freezing cold and acutely aware of my nakedness and hers, even though I couldn’t see her. I rested my head on the pillow, turned sideways, and Dianne’s fingers brushed my cheek as she adjusted the blindfold.

“No peeking.”

I gasped when she rested her hands on my back. Gathering up my hair in a cord, she laid it out to the side and sat down beside me, leaning over to clasp her hands on my shoulders and started working her fingers into the muscles around my neck. I let out a soft little purring sound of approval, followed by a squeak as her strong, quick hands squeezed and stretched out a knot in the muscle.

“You’re under a lot of stress,” she said.

I nodded. She kept rubbing, and though there was nothing sexual in it, my heart sped up and I felt desire flutter between my legs. Her fingers and palms kneaded my shoulders until the muscles were putty and then moved down, spreading, twisting and kneading my back. It hurt, at times, but it was a good hurt. Wherever her hands passed the tension melted away and I spread out on the bed in a puddle, breathing slowly and enjoying her warm hands. As she worked nearer to the small of my back, she suddenly lifted up. Her sharp nails brushed the soft skin my ass just for a moment before she hopped down the bed and took my calf in both hands and continued the massage. Then she worked up my thigh, squeezing and groping, working closer and closer to the junction of my legs, before she pulled away and started up the opposite leg.

When I thought she would finally slip her fingers between my legs, she jumped down the bed and lifted my foot onto her lap and gave me the best foot rub I’d ever had, then the other. Now I thought as she let my foot rest on the bed, but she moved to my side and caressed my arms, sliding her hands over mine, twining our fingers together. By the time she finished the other arm she’d touched me everywhere but there. Then she pulled away completely.

Only for a moment. She swung her leg over and sat on the back of my thighs, squeezing my legs together with her own. Her legs were powerfully muscled, sinuous, and warm. She put her hands on the small of my back and leaned forward, slowly, lightly running her palms and fingertips and nails up my back. Her touch spread over my shoulders and back down again, then up once more, touching slightly different places, drawing electric lines of arousal across my skin. Her nails slid down my sides, tickling the very outer curves of my breasts, and my nipples tightened to hard points as I gasped for breath. As she leaned over me, her hair fell around her and traced over my back. My breathing quickened as her cool hair slid over my body. Dianne sat up again and ran her nails in swirls over the peach soft skin of my ass, and I jerked under her, thrusting my backside towards her.

“Shhhh,” she said. “We have all the time we need. There’s no hurry.”

She did it all again, until I was whimpering with need, my hands squirming towards my body on their own. She caught my wrists.

“Almost. Turn over.”

As Dianne lifted off, I rolled onto my back. She took my wrist and something soft and leather closed around it, tight.

“What are you doing?”

She already had my other wrist. “Tying you down.”

“Why?”

She ran her nails down my stomach and I fought off laughter from her tickling.

“Relax, Alex. I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to.”

I let her tie me up. First my wrists, then my ankles. I was lying on the bed, spread eagled. Then the massage started, a deep tissue rub on my thighs first, loosening up the last tension in my body. She fluffed the pillow under my head and then her nails started moving lightly back and forth over my collarbone. I shuddered as her fingers traced between my breasts, down and out over my sides, then came back up again to slide up over the outer curve before her fingers lightly pinched my nipples. I felt her breath on my skin before her soft, warm lips closed around my nipple and sucked so hard it stung. I gasped and jerked and she pressed my breast together, working her tongue and lips all over the soft skin as she cupped and squeezed. I was desperate now, writhing on the bed, thrusting my hips in the air, desperate for a touch between my legs.