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My phone pinged with a new message: ‘Saturday, 4pm, our house. Come clean-shaven and open-minded. Gate code 2376, park at the front. D x’Clean-shaven…where did she mean, upstairs or downstairs? And open-minded? Had we not already been? Saturday was still a few days away, and I was busy with work, but there was a building sense of anticipation as the weekend approached. Saturday arrived, grey and wet and windy – it was February after all – but with anticipation in my blood. I showered and shaved (downstairs for the record) on Saturday morning, and could feel butterflies building. I headed over, mostly cross country, it was about thirty-five minutes away; I knew where it was but had never been before. I drove down a winding lane before arriving at a pair of imposing gates. I punched the code into the number pad and saw, as they swung back slowly, a big house with lots of gardens, a stream to one side, and a drive that led around the back. I knew Deb and her husband were wealthy, but wow. No sign of any other cars, but I parked at the front as directed, and headed up to the large, wooden front door, my heart pounding. There was an envelope with ‘R x’ on the front pinned to the door with a small black drawstring bag, and a basket on the ground. Opening the envelope, I found a typed note which read, ‘Strip. Blindfold on. Earplugs in. Ring once only.’ Inside the bag were some earplugs, as well as a blindfold. I looked behind me, people driving past would see me naked It seemed quiet, but it added a thrill. I took off my clothes, shivering slightly at the cold, and put them in the basket. Earplugs in, they didn’t Anadolu Yakası Escort completely kill the noise, but almost. The blindfold was like a thick band, wider than those airplane ones, with a bridge for the nose. I put it over my head, rang the doorbell once, pulled the blindfold down over my eyes, and waited. And waited. My senses were attuned to the cold, I wasn’t shivering yet, but I could feel the wind, and my goosebumps rising. I felt exposed (obviously), and slightly vulnerable in a way. This was all about trust, and letting go was scary but exciting. I knew when the door was opened not by the sound, but by the gust of warm air that rolled over me. Then lips against mine – Debs, if I wasn’t mistaken – no tongues, but warm, welcoming, relaxing. I breathed out, a little more comfortable, and felt my left hand lifted as I was gently urged forward. Under my feet, I moved from stone to what felt like tile. Less cold, and smoother. I still couldn’t hear anything, but I could smell: Deb’s perfume, flowers of some kind, furniture polish, some cleaning products, and maybe a recent hoovering. Amazing how you notice these things so acutely when it’s pretty much all you’ve got. I was led forwards again, and the floor turned to wood, a rug, and wood again before we turned left, then onto tiles although this time they were heated. I could smell coffee, faint but definitely there, and also a more sort of lived-in, peopled space. Maybe after shave? Still no noises, and no light or sight, so I had no idea where I was. A kitchen, perhaps? The leading hand stopped Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan me, and turned me slightly to the left. The kiss came again, longer, and with tongues – which I love, it’s such a turn-on – and a hand on my chest, warm and soft, before a gentle pinch on my left nipple. This felt good, I could tell that I was at half-mast. And then…nothing. I was probably only standing there for thirty seconds, but it drags out when there’s less sense of time, no ticking clocks, no movements, it felt like a while. Then hands again, now fingertips tracing lines up the back of my legs, my inner thighs, just inside my arse crack, up my sides – which are always ticklish unless I’m horny – no problem now. Then again, nothing, until I received another kiss, which moved in steps down my neck, across my chest, to my nipples (a gentle bite on each one), down my belly. Then another pause. I was craving sensations, I was used to the smell now and there was nothing new there, and my skin felt more sensitive. I felt a hand circle my now proud cock, gently stroking it from tip to base and back again, down and up, and then another hand, cupping and fondling my balls. The fondling continued, but now I felt a tongue flicking my cockhead, before it was enveloped, warm and wet. Firmly pushing my foreskin back with its lips, the mouth then pushed itself more deeply, far down, and back, over and over. This was heaven. I could feel virtually nothing but oral sex while my balls were being gently stroked, pulled, and rolled. The sucking and rocking then intensified as Escort Anadolu Yakası the fondling stopped, and it was almost my only sensation. I wanted to push forwards but somehow felt it wasn’t part of the game, so I restrained myself. Then the mouth disappeared and again, nothing. Finally, fingertips teased up my ankles, my shins, my thighs, my groin, belly, and chest, before hands were placed flat against my chest. I was guided backwards, slowly, until my calves bumped into a piece of furniture that was just higher than the back of my knees. Then something, a chord, was attached to one wrist, fed around the back, and to the other. It wasn’t short, or tight, and I could keep my arms by my side rather than behind my back, but the message was clear: no hands. I was then pushed back again until I sat on the piece of furniture, and pushed again until I was lying on my back. The furniture was fabric, not plastic or leather, and cushioned. There I was, naked in a strange house, hands behind my back, with my legs hanging off one end, and the other edge just above my head. Then, another long pause. I felt the cushioning move as someone climbed on, putting their feet and then knees on either side, I was between them. Then, breasts against my belly – a magical sensation of warmth and softness – and my cock was held up and kissed, then sucked in before I smelled – and then felt – a pussy lowered onto my mouth. I assumed I was allowed to engage now, and I lifted my face a little and kissed upwards, feeling where everything was. I teased around with my tongue, getting my bearings as my cock was administered to, slowly but surely. Gaining confidence, I kissed more firmly, tasting divine wetness, rich and sexual, and I licked and sucked the lips, teased into the entrance. This seemed to be appreciated, she (I’m pretty sure it was Deb), was gyrating gently, and I used this as a guide to lick widely, soaking her and myself as I savoured her wetness.
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