An Experiment in Sensuality

For your consideration.....

A rainy, cool evening, you are comfortably seated in front of the fireplace, some light jazz on the stereo and a glass of warmed brandy on the table beside you. Lulled by the combination of the gentle rain, the fire, the brandy and the music, you lean your head back against the cushion and close your eyes, letting the music and warmth of the fire carry away all the stresses of the day. Hearing light footsteps behind you, you sit up and start to look over your shoulder, only to be stayed by a gentle hand and a soft whisper in your ear telling you to sit back and relax. More curious then concerned, you lean back as gentle but surprisingly firm fingers massage your temples then work their way to your neck and shoulders and begin to knead the tension from them. You reach up to touch the warm hands resting on your bare shoulders, and trace the back of one with your finger tip, feeling the slender fingers and surprisingly long nails. Grasping the hand resting on your right shoulder, you turn the palm towards your cheek at the same time turning your head to place a kiss on the soft skin of the inner wrist, a slight gasp the reward for your action. With a hint of a smile on your lips, you lean your head back and close your eyes, letting those wonderful fingers work their soothing magic. A few moments later, realizing that the rhythmic motion has stopped, and feeling the brush of cloth across your face, you start to open your eyes, only to discover that a silken scarf covers them. Sensing that your mysterious visitor has moved to stand in front of you, you lean forward and reach out towards her, but grasp only air. You reach up to remove the blindfold from your eyes, but she stays your hand and whispers softly to let your eyes sleep while other senses are awakened. Very curious now, you agree with a nod of your head, and closing your eyes behind the blindfold, do as she suggests.

Almost immediately you notice that your hearing has become quite alert and you are now picking up on many of the subtleties in the music that you never really heard before. The richness of the saxophone compared to the higher tone of the trumpet and the light almost breathy sound of the clarinet, all seem to leap out at you. You tilt your heard towards the fire as the sound of a log popping and shifting in the grate sends up a shower of sparks, which although unseen by your eyes your can still picture in your mind, a pleasant and inviting image. And underlying everything else, the continuous gentle, patter of the rain hitting the windows. Then something else draws your attention, a scent, soft, subtle and feminine, odd that you didn't notice it before. The scent of roses and spices, flowery yet warm and inviting, light but at the same time dark and mysterious. A scent that causes your heart to beat just a little faster with, with what, anticipation. The scent grows slightly stronger and you realize that it is because she has moved beside you and is now seated next to you, the warmth from the fire intensifying the scent of her perfume, the scent of her. She seems to be reaching across you for something but it also being rather careful not to touch your bare chest as she does. You feel a glass being touched to your lips and immediately the sharp scent of brandy fills your head. You inhale deeply the warm, rich scent and reach up, cupping your hand around the base of the snifter and the warm fingers of your unseen visitor.
With a gentle laugh, she draws away her hand saying that now is not the time to explore touch. A softly spoken statement that briefly halts your rapidly beating heart with its simplicity.

Hearing, no, more like sensing, that she has again moved to stand behind you, you anticipate the touch of her hands but instead feel her lean over your shoulder and place a light kiss on your cheek. Surprised by this action, you reach up to touch her but she is no longer there and you realize instead that she has come around in front of you and is once again seated beside you on the sofa. Reaching out towards her, your hand touches the soft skin of her bare forearm and you allow your fingers to travel up the length of warm flesh till your hand is resting on her silk clad shoulder. Allowing you hand to briefly rest on the warmth of her shoulder, you lightly massage the softness you feel beneath the fine material; letting you fingers see what your eyes cannot. Extending your index finger, you trace up the side of her neck to her jaw and draw your finger across to her chin, which you cup in your hand as your thumb lightly traces over the outline of her mouth. Unable to resist, you lean towards her and at the same time gently urge her towards you till you feel the softness of her lips against yours. It is a brief kiss, broken by the touch of her hands placed against your chest and lightly pushing you back. You drop your hand from her face but hers remain splayed against your chest, one resting directly over your heart, which is beating so strongly that you are certain she can feel it. Almost as though she has read your thoughts, you hear her say that you have a strong heart and that she can feel it beating, and rather quickly, too. That statement only increases its rate and you begin to feel others areas of your body awakening as well.

Reaching up you place your hand on the one resting over your heart and give it a light squeeze before tracing it up her arm to her shoulder and allowing it to rest there. Leaning towards her, you place your other hand on her opposite shoulder and draw her to you. Slowly, lingeringly, you allow your hands to travel from her shoulders and up the sides of her neck till you are cupping her face in your hands, your fingers wrapping themselves into her hair. Drawing her to you as though to kiss her again, you instead place her head against your chest, feeling the warmth of her breath, the brush of her hair, the silky cloth of her shirt and the soft curve of her breasts beneath it, against you bare flesh. Kissing the top of her head, you again inhale the warm, rich scent of her perfume and of her body. Wrapping your arms around her, you hold her gently, but tightly to you, noticing the gentle, rhythmic rise and fall of her chest with each breath and the surprising strength of her heart beating, against you chest. Holding her to you the urge to remove the silken scarf from your eyes is overwhelming; the desire to see the body held to you is a strong one. Slipping an arm from about her shoulders you reach up to remove the blindfold but leaning away from you she sits up and stops your motion just as you are about to uncover your eyes. Again that soft, almost husky voice, "Leave it, please.”, a warm hand on your arm staying your attempt to uncover your eyes.

Not trusting your voice, you nod in agreement and lower your hand. Almost as you had expected, you feel her pulling away from you and standing, but instead of moving away from you, you sense her reaching towards you, reaching for your hands, drawing you to her as she urges you up and away from the couch. Guiding you from the couch, you feel the warmth of the fire growing nearer. As the heat grows more intense you instinctively hesitate to move any closer but at her gentle persuasion you take another step forward and come in contact with her motionless form standing before you, and although you can not see it, you know you are standing before the fireplace with her between you and the warmth of the flames.

In your mind you see the picture your eyes cannot. She stands before you, the light of the fire radiating from behind her, defining her every curve, the flames heat warming her back and perhaps even bringing a flush of color to her soft cheeks. You feel the fires heat on your bare arms and chest, but lessened somewhat on your chest because of her presence between you and the flames. Feeling an intense heat, and not just from the fire, you reach out for her and as you grasp her waist you realize that she is facing the fire with her back to you. Wrapping your arms around her waist you draw her back towards you but she refuses to move even a step. You take a step to her, pressing your body against hers, your chest against her back and your hips comfortably snug to the curves of her backside.
A desire so strong, almost overwhelming, comes over you. The desire to draw her down onto the floor with you and without removing the blindfold from you eyes, to slowly undress her and make love to her, letting your fingers, hands and body see what your eyes can not. Again, as though reading your thoughts, she leans her head back against your shoulder, and turning her lips to your neck, she kisses you and speaks words that almost echo your thoughts,
"And now to explore touch.".....


*** Authors note: Yes, dear reader, this is as far as I go with the story. Call me a tease if you wish but I’ll let your own creative minds fill in the rest of the story as your personal tastes and desires dictate. Thank you for reading and reviewing! ***