A New Chapter
Story Notes:
This storyline began with a three-part series, here: Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3.
I’ve always wanted to revisit it.
She walked in, and little did he know she had something deliciously evil in mind.
“Remember that story you wrote about anonymous sex in the pitch dark?”
“Yeah, it was a three-part series, one of my favorite stories, because it’s also a favorite fantasy.”
“Well, your birthday is coming up, and I’m your girl. Well, I’m not the girl, but I’m your girl. Your curator.”
Long ago, when he had written the story, they had discussed that it could be simulated with some decent blindfolds, a trusted curator, and a willing anonymous partner who was not only adventurous, but also fully trusting of said curator.
“I’ve got the perfect friend for this. She doesn’t want to use a blindfold herself, but she’s read the story and is excited about bringing your fantasy to life!”
“Oooooh.”
They were each excited in their own way, and settled down to work on the logistics.
They had it all worked out.
While she went to pick up her willing, adventurous friend, he would shower and make himself ready. Once the ladies arrived, while his mystery partner took her turn freshening up, his curator would come into the bedroom to check on him and help with the blindfold, making sure everything was perfect. She would then return to her friend, making sure she was ready.
At the moment of truth she would escort her into the bedroom for verbal introductions and a last double-check of the room, before giving them total privacy.
He lay there in anticipation, blindfold on, excited yet balanced on a calm edge of confidence, knowing that his curator was totally responsible and trustworthy.
The bedroom door opened. The ladies spoke first.
“Helloooo there!”
“Well, hello! Nice to meet you! And thank you for making my little fantasy a reality, especially on my birthday!”
“Not at all, I’m excited about the idea, and happy to be here.” She then took the words out of his mouth, “Don’t worry, if you feel uncomfortable at any point, just remove the blindfold. And I don’t think it’ll happen, but if at some point I’m uncomfortable, I’ll let you know, and you can remove it. But no news is good news!”
“Thank you. Sounds perfect.”
The curator spoke, “Well, if we’re all set, it’s time for me to leave. Have fun, you two!”
She moved to the bed and straddled him, to give him a point of reference. They both giggled and joked a bit, this being new to both of them. Once settled in, he began,
“I guess this is where I let my fingers do the exploring.”
“Yes, indeed”, she confirmed.
He reached up towards her, tracing her hips and the sides of her legs with his hands, like creating a sculpture in reverse, embedding her image into his mind. She was nicely shaped, deliciously a bit thick and well-proportioned. A thought silently crossed his mind, “I wonder if she has any tattoos? There’s no way to tell right now, is there?”
His hands continued exploring as she leaned forward a bit, up her sides, to her breasts, so smooth and a nice size, not big, not small. What did they say about a mouthful being perfect?
“Mmmmm, yes, I’m at a disadvantage but you feel beautiful.”
After tracing her body a couple of times he asked her to lie on her back, and he carefully flipped himself on top, where his explorations now included his lips and tongue. He took his time, and she was nicely responsive as he kissed her softly all over, eventually highlighted by flicks of his tongue across her nipples, progressing to a circling motion, followed by gentle bites and sucking.
His lips and exploring kisses proceeded between her breasts, down her chest and belly, closer to the moist heat below. As he got near he asked, “Can I taste you?”
“Mmmm, please do.”
But first he slowly kissed down to the bottom of each leg, savoring down to the calves, then up each leg to the inside of her sensuous thighs, where he painted a thin line with the tip of his tongue just to the door of her moist, warm lips.
He enjoyed this immensely but eventually the desire to taste her was too great, and he applied his tongue to her delicious sweetness. She tasted like a peach, and he took his time eating her, licking her, tasting her, giving ample varied attention to her sweet and hardening clitoris, sucking, licking, teasing, and circling that delectable button while alternating his attention to her inner and outer lips.
He ate her slowly, then more intensely, then eventually for all he was worth. What she didn’t know was that this was his favorite pastime, and when her body fully responded, she came twice in rapid succession, his face as soaked as it should be after spending so long doing his favorite thing.
It was his turn, but having mapped her body in many ways, his mental image was as complete as it was going to be. He asked her to straddle him while he positioned himself below her again the way they had started.
“You know the one question I figured I couldn’t answer as I was discovering your body?… Whether you had any tattoos!”
He removed the blindfold, blinked a bit, and in his line of sight saw that she had a attractive geometric mural on her right hip. His eyes continued up to reach hers, and they smiled as he discovered the face he had only gently traced with his fingertips and lips. She was as beautiful all over in his sense of vision as she was in his other senses, those of touch, of taste, of scent.
He was already stimulated at length, all this time, even more so now. He reached beneath the pillow for the condoms (they had to be available by feel, after all, even though he could now see) and experienced her delectable persona and body in the missionary position until his own explosive yet shared climax.
Afterwards, they reclined in lengthy chit-chat… getting to know each other, swapping stories, reflecting on their brave adventure together, and becoming fast friends, no longer strangers.
It was an incredible start to his birthday celebration.
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