Afternoon delight_(3)

Summer. Warm sunny days. It is on one of these days that I am working outside. It’s still early in the day as I toil away under that hot sun, sweat dripping down my back. Of course, this is for you, yard work/yard improvements for your place. I like the physical work and I like doing it for you. I take my hat off my head, wiping the sweat from my brow. During this moment break I glance at my watch. 11:50. Time to clean up a little and head inside for lunch and to escape the heat somewhat.

I grab the garden hose and spray some of the dust and sweat off me. The cool water soaks my clothes, my hair, my body. It feels good in the heat and I take a couple of moments to enjoy the feeling.

I turn the water off and head to the garage to dry off a little and head upstairs, anticipating a nice lunch with my beautiful woman. I close the door behind me and strip my wet clothes off. Better not make a mess of the house. As I am undressing I notice a piece of paper taped to the door going into the house. Curious I move to read it. It is a note from you… “Go inside, shower downstairs and when you are finished put the clothes on that will be waiting for you.”

Wow, now that’s an interesting twist to the afternoon. Wanting to play this game I head to the bathroom and finish undressing. I run the shower and step in. The water washing the rest of the grime and sweat from my body. I take my time, making sure I am sparkling clean. I wash my hair and rinse the shampoo. I love the feeling of the water running over my scalp.

As I am showering I hear the door open and close again shortly after. Just my clothes being dropped off I think. Well, enough of the shower, time to dry off and get dressed.

The water off now, I dry and step out of the shower. There on the counter is a pile of clothes and yet another note. Very curious now, I step over and pick it up, reading it. “Put blindfold on, do not get dressed. Knock on door and stay put until instructed to do more.”

So it’s going to be like that is it? I’m excited now. I look at the pile of clothes and there on top is a little blindfold. Similar to the ones you would use on an airplane to sleep. I pick it up and slide it over my head. I am unable to see now. I reach out and give a know on the door. Nothing. Not a sound. I stand there, as instructed. I am cool in the bathroom. My body drying in the air. I am naked with the exception of the blindfold. Thoughts race through my mind as to what is going to happen. Time passes. How much? Hard to tell as without my sight it is hard to gauge. Then, I hear the door open. Your voice cuts through the silence… “Stand still, do not move, do not talk.” I feel you move closer. Your lips brush mine and move way. There again, on my back and gone. Time passes. I feel you again, your tongue brushing my cheek and your hand running across my chest. The excitement is getting to me. You take a nipple between your fingers and squeeze, hard. The pain shoots through me like a spark and then recedes. You take my head in your hands and tilt it down. You reach up with your mouth and kiss me. Hard, your tongue piercing my lips and forcing itself into my mouth. You play with my tongue, your pace, fast. Your hands reach down and grab my manhood, playing with it, stroking it, feeling it grow. And then, nothing. You’ve pulled away and all that I can hear is you breathing. My breath is fast, my heart beats in my chest. I want to reach out and hold you, kiss you, take you.

Then, I feel your lips around my, taking that part of my body into your mouth. Warm, wet, soft, hard. Nothing but your mouth touching me. You continue for some time. I am not sure as I can not focus on anything but that feeling. Then nothing, again. A flick of your tongue on my ear and a whisper… “wait until you hear the door close. Get dressed and put the blindfold on again. Knock and wait for me.”

I hear you walk away and close the door. I am left there, still standing, feeling where you touched me, kissed me, pinched me. My body is trembling from the excitement. I am still wet from your saliva down there. Slowly my mind focuses and brings me back to reality. I dress. I am overwhelmed, turned on, frightened of what may happen. I am yours to do with as you wish and you know it. I take these thoughts, ideas and run them through my mind. As I do so I put the blindfold back on. My hand reaches out, pauses for a moment and then knocks on the door.

Knock, knock. I pull my hand away from the door, trembling slightly still in anticipation of what may be. I hear the door open and sense you approaching. Your lips brush mine and your tongue teases me again. You pull back slightly and whisper to take your hand and follow you. I feel your hand touch mine and I hold on to yours as you slowly guide me away. It is challenging, walking through a house without vision. I am used to my place and could probably easily manage this task, but being unfamiliar with your place, it is harder. You tell me to lift my foot as we start the climb up the stairs. A few stairs up you stop and tell me to stand there, but lean me forward and pull my head down towards you. I have to kneel now and realize that you are sitting on the stairs, legs spread and that you are guiding my head between your knees, pulling me towards you.

You command me to pleasure you with my mouth, my tongue. I can smell you, your scent fills my nostrils, musky, nice. Not freshly showered, but probably sometime that morning. It is nice and I eagerly begin my task. My tongue parts your lips and enters you, slowly, tasting you. I close my lips and gently nibble on yours and then move my tongue up, slightly, searching for your little button, the one that I know will bring you the most pleasure. I move my hands between your legs and spread you apart a little more, making it easier to lightly brush my tongue on you, hoping that my efforts are pleasing you. I can fill you getting wetter and I clean your wetness with my mouth, savoring the taste.

I can feel you getting more excited and you press yourself closer, pulling my head, driving my tongue into you. I know you like to be stimulated by more so I press a finger inside of you, sliding it in and out in rhythm with my tongue licking your clitoris. Harder you pull me into you and guide me, encouraging me to go faster. I know you are close now and I am excited by that fact. Excited that you will enjoy this pleasurable moment and that I am the cause of that pleasure. I focus more, stroke you faster and work my tongue on you. You arch upwards as your climax starts and your wetness flows over my face and hands. I hold you there, my face pressed into you, enjoying this moment. After a few moments, you relax and collapse back onto the stairs, pushing me away. I wait until you are ready, my erection pushing against my clothes. I am excited, wanting you, enjoying the lasting taste and scent of you on me, my face, my lips, in my mouth.