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Elder Statesman
She'd said it was long, and white, and pleasant to the touch, and she was right. I took a long look at her, the blind-fold, the small gag (she could moan/breathe around it, but couldn't really talk), the restrained wrists and the rope to the head-board. I'd left the rest of her "free", however, able to move, able to arch and open to me. I grinned.
"And now, My blindfold" I said. I slipped it over my eyes, and leaned forward, my hands resting on satin as I started to navigate by touch. I felt her contours, curves, soft places, harder places, places that were covered by satin, covered by lace, and the borders with skin. I felt the fabric gather under my hands as I pulled and smoothed, lifted and exposed. I savored the sounds and smells of excited woman, under satin, moving to try to gain that skin on skin touch. I turned my head and rested my cheek on her stomach, my hands having found her breasts, my fingertips brushing back and forth over where her nipples were hardening under the fabric. I rubbed my freshly shaved cheek over her skin, adding another point of contact as I felt her legs wrapping around my chest and back, holding me gently. I let her try to rub, but concentrated on my own hands and mouth as I started to kiss.
That long night-gown was pretty far up her thighs from our movement, and I wiggled my body down and she lifted her hips to meet me. My cheek felt thigh, and I turned my head to kiss skin. The scent was stronger here. I knew she wasn't wearing panties under the gown. My blindfold was shifting off of my eyes, but I simply closed them, not willing to detach my hands to adjust it. One hand was still cupping her breast, the other hand wandered down over her stomach and ribs, stroking and touching.
"This could take a long time, my wanton one" I said softly, bringing my head off of her body. I heard a moan, not a desperate one yet, but an acknowledgment.
Thank goodness for snow...
"And now, My blindfold" I said. I slipped it over my eyes, and leaned forward, my hands resting on satin as I started to navigate by touch. I felt her contours, curves, soft places, harder places, places that were covered by satin, covered by lace, and the borders with skin. I felt the fabric gather under my hands as I pulled and smoothed, lifted and exposed. I savored the sounds and smells of excited woman, under satin, moving to try to gain that skin on skin touch. I turned my head and rested my cheek on her stomach, my hands having found her breasts, my fingertips brushing back and forth over where her nipples were hardening under the fabric. I rubbed my freshly shaved cheek over her skin, adding another point of contact as I felt her legs wrapping around my chest and back, holding me gently. I let her try to rub, but concentrated on my own hands and mouth as I started to kiss.
That long night-gown was pretty far up her thighs from our movement, and I wiggled my body down and she lifted her hips to meet me. My cheek felt thigh, and I turned my head to kiss skin. The scent was stronger here. I knew she wasn't wearing panties under the gown. My blindfold was shifting off of my eyes, but I simply closed them, not willing to detach my hands to adjust it. One hand was still cupping her breast, the other hand wandered down over her stomach and ribs, stroking and touching.
"This could take a long time, my wanton one" I said softly, bringing my head off of her body. I heard a moan, not a desperate one yet, but an acknowledgment.
Thank goodness for snow...