Double Blind  (MF, oral, rom)

Double Blind

She sipped thoughtfully at her tea and turned the page.  The fire crackled a 
bit and she looked up to see a tall shadow pause on the front porch.  
Maugham's "Of Human Bondage" was forgotten.  The gentle knock was a more 
interesting invitation.

Sitting back in the chair she waited, heart pounding just a little, watching 
the door knob turn.

"Sasha?" he said softly, sticking his head in the door.

"Here.  You're out a little late aren't you?"

He opened the door fully and stepped inside.  Hat swept quickly from his 
head.  Uniform perfect as always.

"No curfew any longer."

"I guess you get to be an adult now eh Scott?"

"Maybe," he said coming over to her and bending a knee.  Eye to eye.

Desire.  Liquid and hot.  Pooling between her thighs.

He pulled what looked at first like a black snake from his pocket.  A 
neckerchief.  He held it delicately.  Hopefully.

She arched an elegant eyebrow.

"I was unaware that I'd issued an invitation that instructed you to bring 
your own restraints," she said.

He smiled shyly.

"I was, uh, thinking maybe I could. . ." he trailed off.

She stared hard at him, waiting.  He looked down.

". . .blindfold you?" he finally finished.

Deep breath.  First him.  Then her.

An issue of control.  Or loss thereof.

She continued to watch him.  Watch the pulse quicken at his throat as he 
waited for her answer.  Anticipation.

She took another deep breath.  Exhaled slowly.

"If you'll join me," she replied.

She turned to set her teacup on the small side table and he eyed the row of 
tiny buttons marching down the back of her seemingly simple black dress.  
Damn.  The sudden uncertainty of the situation made his palms sweat and his 
crotch swell.

All right," he said, "you first then."

She closed her eyes and smiled.  Allowing him a small victory.  He leaned 
forward and kissed the small dimple on her right cheek before tying the silk 
like fabric.

"Tighter Scott, or it will slide down."

He obliged.  The fabric drew tight against her eyes.  Darkness descended.  
Heat ascended.  Stealing upwards from her center.

"Which knot did you use?" she asked as he pulled her to her feet.

"Uh, I don't know," he said.

She slid her hands up his chest.  Relishing the feel of hard muscle 
underneath the wool.

"A good sailor always knows which knot is appropriate to the task at hand," 
she said.

His heart pounded against her hand.  She imagined that another part of his 
anatomy was pounding by now as well.

"A good sailor always has a plan as well.  And a contingency plan in case 
the first one doesn't work out," she continued.

She used her fingers to trace the embroidered outline of the white stripes 
she couldn't see along the collar.

"I have a plan," she finished as she found the knot of his neckerchief and 
deftly untied it.

It slid with a hiss from underneath his collar.  She unrolled it a bit and 
reached up, standing on tiptoe to wrap it around his eyes and retie it 
behind his head.  There, double blind.  His breath caught as the light 
faded.  She caressed his face, sliding her fingers across his lips.  Pert 
breasts pressing into his chest, her thighs pressing against his hardness.

"Sasha," he said winding his arms around her to trace the row of buttons at 
the back of her dress.

"Yes?" she answered sliding her hands down to cup his clothed buttocks in 
her hands.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Enjoy Scott," she said loosening the ties and slipping her hands into the 
slacks.

He used his hands to lead him to her face, then her lips.  Mouth followed 
and he kissed her, catching the side of her mouth instead of straight on.  
She smiled against his questing lips and turned to meet him.  He opened his 
mouth and slid his tongue against hers.

The darkness lent it a mysterious sensuality striking at her core.  Need 
built.  She began with the buttons, easily undoing each one, brushing 
caresses against the straining bulge they framed.  Nice.  The inner button 
fell quickly to her advances and she shimmied down his body to her knees.

Scott groaned as she rubbed her lips against his hardness still trapped in a 
white he could not see.  Slacks fell to his ankles as she continued her 
exploration.  Fingers, lips, nose (?), finding the curves, nuances, touching 
the sensitive underside of his cock.

She inhaled his scent.  Sweet.  Male.  Fingers on the waistband.  Teasing.  
She pulled them down carefully, slowly.  The stiff head bumped her nose 
almost hopefully.  Another breath, this time through her mouth, before she 
took him.

He gasped.  Cool mouth on hot flesh.  She sucked him deep into her throat.  
Voraciously, as if his cock was a straw settled in an impossibly thick 
milkshake.  Tongue circling the throbbing head as she drew back then plunged 
forward again, taking him to the hilt.  His hands sought her face and his 
fingers traced her filled mouth.  Too much.

"Oh God!" he moaned.

She gripped his hips to keep steady as he bucked gently against her face.  
Mouth filling with his essence, she drank him.  Her throat worked around the 
spurting head and he gasped again, pulsing as he loosed another volley of 
semen.  She swallowed until there was no more.

His knees buckled and he knelt in front of her out of necessity, reaching 
for her and drawing her close.  His hands searched for her mouth, needing to 
verify the location before lowering his lips to hers.  Sharp tang of him on 
her breath.  He kissed her, tasting in slight degree what she'd enjoyed 
moments before.

She turned in his arms and presented her back to him.  Infinite row of 
buttons challenged.  Instead he pulled up the dress and pushed her forward 
onto her hands.  Bare flesh greeted his questing hands.  No panties.  Slick 
heat.  He bent and nipped lightly at her flank then licked the sting away 
before drawing his tongue along the edges of the valley that was her ass.

His now sharper ears relished the sigh his actions elicited and he continued 
to kiss and lick until she was nearly begging.  His fingers found her wet 
and ready and she sighed as he sank two deep into her, thumb circling the 
tight nub, sending tremors throughout her body.  The knot slid a little and 
light crept in.

He stopped and turned her over onto her back.  The blindfold slid down 
further and she glimpsed his face, stubborn with his own resurging need.  
Scott lowered himself over her and, spreading her long legs, fitted himself 
slowly into her.  She met his strokes and wrapped her legs around his back.

He tore at the blindfold one handed till it loosened and fell around his 
neck, then worked at hers, the knot coming easily undone.  Eye to eye once 
again.  Her fingers on his mouth, he sucked on them hungrily as her tight 
walls rippled around him, then convulsed.

Eye to eye.  He sobbed against her gently placed hand.  The last of his 
control frayed and he pumped into her, heaving, never closing his eyes.  Her 
mouth was a pretty "O", somehow frozen about the middle of his name as she 
climaxed around him, teasing the last of his tribute from his still 
throbbing member.

She stirred beneath him and he rolled to the side, eyes still locked on one 
another's.

"Was that in your plan?" he asked kissing her gently, surely, now that he 
could see her.