Black Silk Scarf
As I slowly walk down the hallway, my heart is racing....hands trembling...and my stomach has butterflies. I only know what room number and a few instructions.
Room number 207....... Undress your top layer of clothing......use one silk scarf- to lightly tie your wrists together and the other to tie around your eyes. Lie on the bed and wait, for I will be there.
My stomach trembles more as I see the door held open by the folded over latch.
As I enter, I see the bed, it has two black scarfs at the end of it. The curtains are closed and its quiet.
I follow my instructions.......and wait.
My mind races through all the different options of what is to come.
Suddenly, I feel someone press on the end of the bed.....I freeze. I stop breathing.
And then, the rush of his fragrance washes over me.
Comforting.
Iintoxicating.
I feel the bed move, as he comes closer.
He hasn't said a word. I haven't felt his touch.
After what felt like an eternity, I feel his hot, moist breath on the inside of my ankle.
It sends a hot flash through out my entire body.
He slowly moves his breath up my leg.
He gets to my black lacy panties and keeps his breath passing to my other thigh.
My mind races.......what is going to do now.....please..... I want to feel his touch.
I'm pretty proud of myself, after all, he knew this is something I have always thought about and longed for.
I feel, his now excited breath, on the outside of my hip, slowly coming up my side.
Crossing just over my garter belt. Still no touch.
My body is still and I am excited.
Anticipation and adrenaline is replacing the blood that rushes through my veins.
My breath is heavy. I force slow normal breaths.
His breath is all over my stomach, my sides, my rib cage just under my bra.
My heart is pounding. I long for his touch. It's hard to keep still.
It is very difficult to keep my arms above my head.
I could reach him, he is within arms reach.
As he continues, my body, involuntarily moves aching for his touch.
My body is squirming....Please..... I have to feel his warm, silk hands.
Please.
He continues but now moving straight down body, ending right about the wet spot that has now soaked my lace panties.
I am resisting tilting my hips to get that first touch. He knows I want his touch so very badly.
As I'm fighting with my body to lay still.
It happens..........I feel the tip of his tongue.
Another rush of adrenalin and fires races up my body.
My body is begging for more.
The fight with my arms is visible.
Don't do it......keep them above your head.
I feel his tongue again.
Teasing.
Taunting.
Then, I feel his hands. The same hands that talk to me every time we meet.
They touch and slide up both sides of my body, sending me to ecstasy.
Warm, soft, strong they run back down my body. Without missing a beat he is sliding my panties off.
Down my legs....over my heels.
I can't hold my body back any longer. It has a mind of its own. I am so excited....my body is hurting- wanting him more than ever.
Both of my knees are bent.
His hands.
The hands that I think about at random moments during the day. Slide down my legs, and rest on their favorite spot, my stomach.
His warm, soft, and moist lips start kissing my knee and then my thigh.
I'm screaming inside.
I am completely lost in this moment.
It feels like a dream.
Like every other time we meet, I am in another world. Not one single outside thought.
Just him and I again.
He slowly teases me with his tongue.
I know this is killing him. But he is strong.
He knows hot to drive me crazy.......And that is exactly why I meet him every few weeks.
My back is arched. My legs start to shake.
Softly, sensually licking, tasting everything that drives him crazy.
My arms.....pulling up.....still fighting the urge to take the scarf off and put my fingers in his hair.
I want to touch him and make him feel my response.
But by doing so, that will be the point of no return. No willpower, stopping the teasing he is doing to my body.
In our moments together, it is completely his. He owns it and knows what to do with it, only giving it back when we say goodbye.
His hands slide up to my chest. Caressing my breasts over my black lacy bra. The one he loves for me to wear.
He stops pleasing me and makes his way up my body. Softly, slowly and passionately kissing my body.
After each kiss, I can feel the moist place he leaves, cooling and its intense.
He is getting closer......is he finally going to kiss me?
I have been longing for his kiss for 3 weeks and 2 days.
He kisses my breasts.....my collar bone.....
My head pulls up inviting his lips on my neck.
And he does just that.
Kissing the front, sides, back down to my collar bone......another place I love for him to kiss.
Then under my chin....the tip of my chin....I pull my head to meet him. Wanting his lips to meet mine.
Nothing.
Oh he's good......... How he knows what drives me crazy.
My mouth is slightly open, my head is pulling up.
And then, it happens.
His soft, warm, delicious lips find mine and I feel yet another rush of pleasure, desiring him inside me.
I then feel his hands running up my arms and release my wrists.
When I feel the scarf down my arm, my hands follow and go directly to his face.
Our kiss becomes deeper, rougher, as we both know we want to be inside eachother.
Then, I feel his hand on the side of my face, sliding the blind fold up and off my eyes.
When I open my eyes, I am only able to focus on his cute little smirk that he wears when were together.
Oh how I love that ornery grin he wears.
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