It starts as I stand before you feeling so much anticipation. Butterflies of excitement making a tornado as I calm myself taking even breaths. Clasping and unclasping my hands, wringing my fingers, I see you slyly raise an eyebrow sensing my nervousness. You step towards me toying with a blindfold in one hand as you come around and behind me. My hair quickly ensnared as you pull back hard, forcing my chin up, exposing my neck. I swallow and squeeze my eyes shut. I can feel you drag the blindfold down and chills immediately arise. You bring your teeth to my exposed neck and clamp down, a gentle squeeze expressing your desire. I immediately feel warmth pooling in my panties. With a smirk, you release me and slip the blindfold over my eyes.
Your hands don't stop there though, they run down my neck and rests at my shoulders. You start kneading with your thumbs and you can feel me trying so hard to relax.
"It's okay," you whisper into my ear as you can feel my anxiety well up, "let me help you." You start squeezing down my arms as you bring me into an embrace. A gentle sway and your hand runs down over my stomach as you reach towards the hem of my shirt and your warm hands slip under. You start to pull them up, bringing my shirt with you, you cup my breasts and murmur something I didn't quite catch as you give them a firm squeeze. My shirt eventually comes off and I suddenly wrap my arms in new-found shyness. Your chin rests in the nook of my shoulder and your arms snake around mine. Your bare skin against my back, sharing your warmth with me. A moment shared in matched breathing and your hands begin to come down my waist, gently brushing against my skin.
"You're so soft," you tell me as I squirm and giggle, "and ticklish," I hear the evil grin in your voice.
"Uh-oh," I teasingly replied. It was no secret that I was ticklish, nor that I liked to be tickled.
Undeterred, you bring your hands down my sides, towards my front again and begin unbuttoning my pants. You pull them down and wrap me in your arms again as you push me forward from behind. Tentatively, I take a few steps.
"I'm gonna fall," I giggled.
"Do you trust me?" I hear. I quickly nodded as I stumbled a little and feel your arms firmly hold me up.
I'm led over to what feels like a massage table and you help me sit. Finally facing each other, you bring yourself between my knees. My hands resting by my sides and I instinctively bite my lower lip awaiting what was next. I suddenly feel your strong hands rub up my stomach to my sternum, over my shoulders and down my arms as you catch my hands in yours. Using your body, you push me back, lying on top of me momentarily as you release my hands, stand back up and run your's down my front once again, not stopping but continuing down my legs.
I quietly sighed a moan as you remarked again how my skin felt in your hands. I smile inwardly, as I begin to ascend into bliss, feeling the nervousness and shyness melt away with every movement, up, down, up, down. My breathing becomes deeper, more relaxed. Tension being kneaded away, insecurities disappearing, arousal rising. Your fingers begin to come around my breasts, intentionally toying with my nipples, watching my face betray every secret. Your hands rub down my sides, down, over, and up my thighs, up my stomach, running over my breasts as you go down again.
My breathing matches your rhythm and your hands moves towards my inner thighs slowly with every cycle. You feel me unconsciously shift my weight to open my legs. Your smirk growing as you hear me sigh another moan.
"Not quite yet," you think to yourself as you build the anticipation, teasing me.
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