Notes and Blindfolds

I stared at the note in my hand again, I'd reread it about a hundred times already and knew it by memory but I couldn't stop looking at it. It was like my eyes and the note were the opposite poles of a magnet. I read it again.

It said...

"Hey, you know that new place on Boulder St called Blindfolds? I'm going to be there from 5:00 pm to 10:00 pm. I'll be waiting for you in room A5, if you don't show up one of the ladies that works there will step in, so be on time. There's a confirmation code on the back of this note. Love, Anna."

I knew it wasn't meant for me, she'd left it on my friend's desk, not mine, but curiosity got the best of me and I'd read it. I immediately decided I'd go, I wouldn't let the love of my life be with him.

I was in the building looking around, the receptionist had let me in as soon as I told her what room and showed her the back of the note. She winked at me before handing me the key to the room. I ran all the way there and stood outside the door for several seconds before quietly unlocking it and silently stepping inside.

I walked further into the room where she lay blindfolded and ready for me. She was completely naked and her legs were spread wide open on either side of the long thin bed. Her fingers were twitching nervously atop her abdomen and her bottom lip was clasped between her teeth. She immediately turned in my direction when the door clicked shut.

I could tell she was embarrassed by the way her pale skin flushed pink and she instantly squeezed her legs shut.

I couldn't help but chuckle slightly at the action, "Relax, I'm not here to hurt you." I made my way closer to her and lay my hand gently on her thigh. I could feel her muscles tense at my touch and then relax. "Quite the opposite really, I'm here to make you feel good."

I have no idea where this smooth side to me came from but I liked it. Normally I was so shy I would stutter everything out and whisper out most my words.

I stared at my hand on her thigh for a few seconds while I stroked it softly, I was entranced by the contrast between her pale creamy thigh and my own darker tan hand. When I finally looked up at her face I realized she had completely relaxed at my touch. We were both new at this and had I been in her position, I would have wanted my partner to be gentle and caring. I resolved to be that for this nervous young woman, who I happened to be in love with.

"Okay then, how do you want me to do this?"

"Um, I don't know, however you usually do it I guess." Ooh, I had never actually done this before and I hesitated. she already seemed nervous enough without knowing that, so I decided not to let her know. I would just do my best and hope it was enough.

"Hmm," I looked her over again and felt my cheeks redden. Here I go.

I stepped closer to her and stroked her thighs again. I loved those smooth thighs. This time though, I didn't stop there, I let my hands go down to her knees and gently began to push them apart.

She stiffened briefly before letting me spread her legs apart. I got my first real look at her center and licked my lips, it was an involuntary reaction and it surprised me a little. I ignored the surprise and let my hands move closer to that spot. There wasn't a single hair in view and that pleased me greatly, I could see every detail clearly and I couldn't wait to touch it. As eager as I was, I took as much time as I could until my fingers finally reached their destination.

She let out a small gasp and she twitched a little when my fingers grazed gently across her slit. It was slightly damp, but not gushing like those descriptions in the books I'd read. I slid my fingers gently down either side and continued to alternate my touch between the juncture of her thighs and her center. I massaged her outer lips with my fingers and felt her move closer to my hand. I increased the pressure and she spasmed lightly, worried I'd hurt her I looked at the visible part of her face. Her mouth was slightly open and she was taking quick breaths. Her hands were clenched on the covers. I realized she was liking it so far and I felt encouraged to continue.

I continued to play with her lips but I moved one of my fingers up to her clit and started to rub slow circles around it. Her hips lifted off the bed a little at that and I had to hold her down to keep her still as I continued to play with her clit.

She was quiet for the most part, just letting out small gasps here and there but no moaning or screaming of any kind. Not even when I began to slowly insert a finger into her opening once I realized she had gotten wetter. Although, I could have sworn she stopped breathing for a few seconds.

Once my finger was in all the way up the knuckle, I began to move it in and out slowly, relishing in the soft squishy sounds it made. To my surprise she was getting even wetter, I decided to add another finger and once I did, I increased my pace. Her breathing got shallower with each thrust and my ego got bigger with each gasp.

It was so warm and wet being inside her and I enjoyed it immensely. I could see her slit glistening with her wetness and her hands squeezing at her breasts. Her lip was back between her teeth as I worked her closer to orgasm. I removed my finger from her clit and rubbed it in her juices before bringing it up to look at it, my other hand still pumping in and out of her at a fevered pace.

I hesitated a little, unsure about wether to do it. I sniffed it slightly before shrugging a little and sticking my finger into my mouth. It wasn't the best thing ever, but it also wasn't bad. It was slightly salty and it had that addicting quality to it that chips seem to have. I needed another taste. I removed my finger from my mouth with a small wet pop that made her stop her hands' movements on her chest. She stayed still for a few seconds before licking her lips and began to massage her breasts with a renewed vigor.

I let out a small growl at the sight, her taste still on my tongue and what happened next was purely instinctual. I dove face first in between her legs where my hand had been working at an increasingly slower pace and clasped onto her opening right above my fingers and dove my tongue straight in.

She let out the loudest gasp she had so far but I didn't really register it. I didn't care, I wanted to hear her moan, I wanted to hear her voice.

I moved my mouth up slightly and my tongue was put to use against her clit. I could feel it throbbing and that exited me more than anything else had so far. I took the small bud into my mouth and began sucking on it gently while my fingers pounded into her harder and faster than before. Her hips were bucking wildly and her hands had abandoned her breasts in favor of tangling in my hair. She was putting pressure on my head pushing my face deeper into her. I moaned slightly at that, which would have probably embarrassed me at any other moment but at that point I was too lost in the moment to care. I moved my free hand to one of her breasts and began playing with her nipples, they really do get hard.

She tugged gently at my hair and I felt her hips jerk upward as her inner walls fluttered against my fingers. They began to squeeze and tremble and she finally let out a long drawn out moan that was music to my ears before gasping and stiffening. Her thighs suddenly clenched shut around my head holding me in place for a few moments, I felt warm liquid gushing out around my fingers and also into my mouth. I eagerly lapped up as much as I could. She finally relaxed and let go of my head completely.

I moved my face away from her entrance to look at her. Her chest was heaving with every breath and I grinned proud of having done that to her. I was moving my fingers in and out of her slowly and gently until I finally removed them completely. I looked at her extremely wet sex and felt compelled to lick it clean, so I did, swirling my tongue gently inside her. She moaned again. I removed my face to grin at her and remembered the blindfold. She couldn't see me. I was about to lick my own fingers clean

and wait for her to completely come down from her high, when she suddenly grabbed me by the shirt and pulled me up into a kiss. It was a deep kiss, kinda wet but no tongue, thankfully, I'm not sure I could have handled that at the moment. I pulled away gasping and she let out a small whimper at the lack of contact.

I moved a few steps back. I thought about what I was going to do and how it could go wrong. I could be seen as a complete creep and ruin the possibility of a friendly relationship between us but I felt the need to be honest. It also didn't help that I'd been dying to see her green eyes from the moment i entered the room.

"You can take off your blindfold."

"Really?" She looked eager but gave me a chance to back out, I really love this girl.

"Really."

I held my breath as she nodded and slowly took off the blindfold. She was smiling the whole time. She opened her eyes slowly adjusting to the light and looked me in the eye. She didn't look the least bit surprised to see me.

"Um, hi?" There's the awkward me I'd been missing.

"Hi." Her smile widened.

I was confused, why wasn't she shocked to see me there? Why wasn't she angry or at least a little surprised? I asked her, "aren't you... Um, surprised?"

"Very, I didn't know you had that in you, especially right near the end. Wow." She grinned at me. I frowned and blushed simultaneously.

"No. I mean that I'm here." I motioned to the room, to her naked body, and back to me.

"I hoped it'd be you. I overheard you telling your friend, Bonnie, about this place and I left you a note on your table, if it hadn't been you, I would have left."

"You left the note at the wrong seat then, it was on Mark's'. I grabbed it before he saw it and I thought you'd be mad when you saw it was me."

"But I put your name in it."

"No, you didn't. There was no name."

I pulled the note out of my pocket and handed it to her.

She read it and blushed red all over, probably horrified at the idea that Mark could have shown up instead.

"Oh my god, imagine if Mark showed up?"  She asked, confirming my thoughts, and covered her face with her hands.

I laughed, "You dork. I thought you had a thing for Mark for a while there."

She smiled shyly up at me, "No, just you."

"You were so nervous thinking that I wouldn't come." I smiled.

"Yes, and afterward too because I didn't recognize your voice at first. I thought it was one of the ladies that works here. I was about to panic."

"But you relaxed when I spoke." I pointed out.

"Because your voice was kind of soothing and I hoped it was you. It sounded similar." Her voice had an embarrased quality to it, as though afraid I'd judge her for going along with me while she wasn't 100 percent sure if it was me.

"Wait, does that mean you also like me?"

"Of course, I've crushed on you since high school."

"Oh, me too." I paused, "I crushed on you not on me!"

She laughed softly and pulled me so I leaned into a kiss. I couldn't help but smile into it. She pulled away slightly, "I love you, you dork."

"I love you more." I beamed at her. The love of my life loved me back!

She quickly pulled me back down into another kiss, more forceful this time. I ended up straddling one of her legs as she remained sitting on the bed. I wrapped my arms around her naked body and pulled her as close to me as possible.

She groaned when my bare knee made contact with her naked center and she ground herself into it. I pulled away from her to watch her as she pulled herself up and moved my shorts up to grind herself on my thigh. I held on to her hips to hold her steady as I watched her pleasure herself on me. She was leaving a wet trail on my leg, it felt great, and I gripped her hips tighter. She stopped and looked at me through half lidded eyes before she started to unbutton my shirt. "This time you're joining me."

I immediately helped her get me undressed and jumped onto the bed with her. This was definitely going to be a fun next few hours.