Brian Ch 3 Dinner

Brian

Ch 3 Dinner

I took another sip of wine as I waited for Brian to return from the restroom. We'd ordered our dinners and were relaxing with a drink at a lovely Italian restaurant at an outdoor mall. We were seated in the corner of a fenced-in patio area and only a few blocks from the beach. I could smell the sea as the gentle wind brushed against my face like a memory long lost. I was grateful I'd remembered to bring my light jacket along, as I'd have been chilly without it. I caught movement out of the corner of my eye and I looked up to see him walking towards me, smiling. 

He was wearing a nice pair of khakis and a brightly colored Aloha shirt, his almost black hair shining in the late afternoon sun. He saw me watching him and walked directly to me to plant a kiss on the top of my head before returning to his own seat across the table. He reached into the pocket of his shirt and withdrew a pair of black wrap around sunglasses. He set them down in front of me then settled back into his seat to wait, saying nothing. 

Puzzled, I gave him a raised eyebrow, but he only gestured back to the sunglasses. I picked them up, turned them around, and froze. The inside of the lenses had been painted black. 

"What, here?" I questioned, guessing what he had in mind.

"Yes," was his answer.

"But we're at a rest…"

"Yes," he interrupted me, "and?"

"But we haven't even had din…" My retort faded as I caught the look on his face. He appeared amused, as the corner of his mouth was turned up, but his eyes were serious, his gaze piercing. He crossed his arms, effectively shielding himself from any further resistance from me. 

He was letting me choose again, but making it quite clear exactly what he wanted. He wanted me blind, here in public at a restaurant while we ate our dinner. I looked up at him as I reached for the sunglasses. He smiled more broadly, knowing I was about to do as he asked. This wasn't like the night last week where he was petting my hair and promising to take good care of me, or checking in to make sure I felt safe. I felt wary and uncomfortable, my mind whirling with "what-ifs" about being in public. Feeling my way around his bedroom was a long way from eating a meal and not getting food all over myself. I looked up at him again but there was no help there. He seemed to be enjoying my discomfort. 

I unfolded the sunglasses and began to lift them towards my face when our server appeared with our food. Yes!, I thought, saved by the food. The server set my chicken Alfredo in front of me and set Brian's marinara near him. Our water glasses were topped off and pleasantries were exchanged. The server left us to our dinner. 

The open sunglasses were still in my hands and Brian was meeting my eye. We both knew I was going to put them on as he'd asked me to do, but there was no reason not to take my time doing so. I took a few moments to make note of where my wine glass was at 2 o'clock, the water at 10, the fork and napkin to the left of my plate and my purse on the floor between my ankles. I continued to engage him silently as I very slowly lifted the sunglasses, doing my very best to tease him. I saw his expression shift slightly in eagerness as I slid the frames onto my face but left them resting on my nose, holding his gaze over the top of the frames like a disapproving librarian. His hazel eyes looked pale gold in the sunlight and twinkled with anticipation. Memorizing the look on his face my smile softened and I lifted the glasses to cover my eyes. 

My world suddenly dark, I paused my movements to adjust for the sensation, or lack thereof. I was more aware of my chair and my purse between my feet, the edge of the table in front of me, the sea breeze. I could, of course, open my eyes and peek out the bottoms of the blacked out frames, but that would be cheating. I kept my eyes closed and relaxed, but I needed some reassurance to know he was still there. I slid my hand palm up onto the table past where I knew my wine glass would be and I felt his warm hand envelop mine. 

"Thank you," I said quietly, all defiance gone. 

"You're welcome," he replied gently, squeezing my hand. "Now let's eat."

I managed to get through the meal without spilling my wine or getting any food on my blouse. I did tuck the napkin into the front of my shirt as a precaution, however. Slow, precise, and planned movements were best. I made certain the water glass was flat on the table before letting go of it and I worked across my plate from left to right listening to the sound of my fork on the china as a guide to where the bite of food was. 

"Was everything alright?" the server asked, startling me into dropping my fork. I hadn't heard him approach as my concentration was on getting the food from the plate to my mouth without having to use my fingers. 

"Yes, it was wonderful," Brian answered. "We'll take the check, please." 

I was hoping Brian was going to take care of that, and he did. I folded my napkin onto the table and felt for my glass of wine. Brian caught my hand and put the glass into it for me. 

"How about we get out of here," Brian asked. Somehow I doubted I was going to get my eyes back. I was right. 

"Sure," I smiled, reaching for my purse and settling it across my shoulder. 

He held my left hand in his as he guided me out of my chair and onto my feet. He neatly tucked my right hand escort style into the crook of his elbow. Luckily we were able to leave the patio by a small gate and didn't have to work our way back through the crowded restaurant. I wondered if he'd planned it that way. 

"How about a walk on the beach?" he asked.

"That sounds wonderful," as I leaned my head into his shoulder. 

I was wearing lightweight but sturdy sandals. The soles were thin enough to feel when the large rough stones of the mall's floor gave way to the flat concrete of the sidewalk, and again as we stepped onto the asphalt walkway near the beach. A couple times I could hear people walking past us and each time I grasped Brian's elbow a little more firmly. 

 "So what is this like for you," he asked me. I nodded in acknowledgment but took a few moments to gather my thoughts. We were not yet on the sand but I could tell by the smell in the air that we were close to the beach. The cooler air also told me that the sun was going down although I could tell there was still plenty of light. 

"Well," I began, "I feel safer now." He chuckled softly. "Now that we're away from the restaurant and most of the people. And now that dinner is over I don't feel like my skills are on display."

"You did very well," he praised. "I was quite impressed. That wasn't the first meal you've eaten while blindfolded was it," he asked. 

"No," I answered. "But it's been a while. I'm glad I did ok." 

I smiled as I turned my face towards him and was rewarded with a kiss. He stopped walking and turned toward me, head bent. He slid one hand behind my head, the other around my waist drawing me close. His tongue was light on my lips, questioning, and I opened to his passionate kiss. He held me fiercely, his arms strong around me, the urgency and tension built up over dinner finally released. I could feel his hardness trapped between our bodies as he held us together. He wanted me to know how aroused he was. I wanted to touch him, to unbutton his fly and pull him out. I wanted him in my mouth. But we were still in a relatively public place and I had no way of knowing if anyone was nearby. I settled for a little hip wiggle to let him know I was thinking about his cock. I needed to trust him and follow his lead. There would be time later, I hoped, as we continued to walk. 

"You're enjoying yourself, though, you like this," he said, with a questioning lift at the end of his statement. He knew he was right but he was looking for confirmation. 

"Oh yes," I replied. "This is amazing! I've gotten to go on walks before but it's been so long." I told him about an old boyfriend who lived in a rural area. He would take me for a blindfolded walk late at night down the middle of the road when there were no cars. "But this is different, with the other people around, I mean. It's a little scary not knowing who they are or how close they are." 

He led me to the edge of the beach and let me know I was about to step off of the firm ground and into the sand. It took several steps for me to get my rhythm. This was very different and a lot less predictable for my feet. We walked for a few minutes more then we stopped at a bench of some kind. He saw me settled then sat beside me still holding my hand. I turned toward him. 

"But this is so much different, " I began. "It's you, you're what's different. You want to be here, you want me like this." He squeezed my hand in encouragement. "It's you that I'm most aware of right now. Your touch, your scent." I could smell faint spaghetti, a whiff of red wine, and under that his own maleness. "I can hear the lapping waves, and I've been to this beach before so I know what it looks like, I know about where the setting sun should be, but all of those things fade in my awareness. It's you," I finished simply.  

I reached out my hand toward his face and he bent to set his cheek in my hand. He allowed me to gently touch his face, his firm lips, and to run my fingers through his hair. I made an effort not to leave fingerprints on his glasses. I drew my hand across his broad shoulder and down his chest. I could feel his chest hair compressed and crinkly beneath his shirt. As my hand drew lower he caught it and lifted it to his lips. 

"And I want you," I stated. "Please." 

He nodded, my hand still held to his mouth. 

"Let's go." 

A new lover and coming out

This comes in waves...the desire to experience blindness. It's been a few months since the last time I wrote some stories and had strong desires. But it's back again.

I have a new lover who seems interested in playing with some sensory control/deprivation. I was delighted when the first time we were making out on his couch (on our second date) he pressed his hand over my eyes. I jumped, so surprised, and he pulled his hand away, concerned that it was too much or inappropriate. By the end of the evening he'd learned that I liked it. A lot.

We have a date tomorrow night and we've agreed to play with some blindfolds, gags, and maybe even some earplugs. I'm not sure what's going to happen but I've barely been able to stop thinking about it.

Do I tell him? How much do I share? Can I get over the shame and embarrassment I still hold around blindsimming? Maybe.

Probably.

I think he'll be receptive. And most likely even supportive. Because he seems to be that sort of person.

It can be excruciating. This coming out again and again. It's simpler to stay at home, to take a shower blind, or fold my clean clothes, or fix a cup of tea, and interact with other people on the web with whom I share some interest. But I want real people, real relationships, real sex.

Why does it feel so wrong when it feels so good to do it? I hold so much fear, and yet I yearn to talk about with other people. Is it some effect of my Catholic upbringing to feel guilt about pleasure? Is it because I've never actually met someone in person who feels like I do? Is it because I'm conditioned to keep secret? Can I ever move from secret to private?

One lover at a time. It gets easier.

Shhh

This is an older one too. And the only one I have written that was a real scene and not fiction. -KC

"Shhhh," he whispered. 

I quieted my tiny moans and whimpers until the only sound was my quickened breathing.  The ropes were terribly uncomfortable and I loved every second of it. 

About 30 minutes before he had started with a rope gag, the front of which he had tied a small loop of rope.  He tied it into my mouth, around the back of my head, and then wrapped it around my ponytail at the nape of my neck. 

“You weren't expecting a gag, were you?” He asked.  I shook my head “no” and made a sound that I hoped sounded positive.  He smiled, obviously enjoying himself.

He slid a smaller rope through the loop at the front of the gag and pulled.  I had no choice but to follow him across the room until I was facing a wooded post.  He tied off the rope to an eyebolt more than a foot above my head.  He stepped around behind me and did the same with the rope wrapped around my hair so my head was anchored in two directions.  If I rose up on my tip toes I could feel some slack, but not much, and not for long. 

R began to loop a small cord around my head from crown to chin, and before I knew it he was lifting me up as tall as I could stand as he tied off that rope to the ceiling right above my head.  Even though I knew better than to interfere with my hands, they were starting to feel a little too free still hanging at my sides.  Somehow he knew this and gifted me with a larger rope around my elbows to pull them together behind my back.  

I felt good and dully trussed, but he wasn't done quite yet, to my delight.  He tied a teeny string from my nipple rings to the rope extending from my gag.  It was just enough to lift most of the weight of my breasts.  I couldn't see what he had done of course; with my head anchored in three directions I could only look straight ahead. 

R stepped back to admire his work.  My head was off in space somewhere at this point and I knew my cunt was dripping wet.  I feel so sexy when I'm bound, and a little humiliated too, which just turned me on more. 

R must have decided that the elbow rope wasn't quite enough because he added more rope around my wrists pulling them together tightly enough so that the elbow rope was slack.  L, R's partner, stepped in front of me and began to run her hands all over my body touching my nipples, my face, my chest and hips.  She slid her hand between my legs.

"Is this allowed?" she asked. 

I tried to nod my head, then laughed at myself and tried a verbal answer, "mmm" was the best I could do. She laughed at my attempts, but she understood and slid her hand around my clit rubbing it ever so gently as I moaned and spread my legs to accommodate her. 

"Do you know how wet you are," she asked?

"Mmhmm," I squeaked out.

She continued touching me all over and rubbing my clit while R tied one more rope to my wrists lifting my bound hands up away from my body, and then tied it off to an eyebolt behind and above me. He grabbed a paddle and started spanking me with it.  He didn't do it hard or for very long, just enough to get a little endorphin buzz going.  L eventually excused herself and R moved around in front of me.  After making sure I was still ok, he slid his hand where L's had been between my lips and continued rubbing my clit. 

My hips were bucking, my mind was gone, my eyes closed, and my upper body so tightly restrained I could barely move. 

Moaning through my gag I heard him say, “Do you want to come?”

My eyes flew open and met his thinking, “oh yes! Please can I, please?”

He nodded, “yes, go ahead.”

I groaned and closing my eyes again to focus my attention on my clit.  In about 3 seconds flat I exploded in orgasm, my cunt dripping, my breathing quick and labored, moaning. 

“Shhhhh,” he whispered.

Trout Lake

This was written several years ago and I found it in my archives. -KC

This was a perfect location for a meeting.  The bench was about 15 feet off the path and facing the large lake.  It was quiet enough outside this afternoon that even while facing the lake she could hear only a few people jogging by and she would definitely hear if someone stepped off the path to walk toward her seat on the bench.  She took a quick glance at her watch which she had removed earlier and placed in her coat pocket.  It read 2:47. 

"Good, 13 minutes to go." 

She liked being early, just to have a few minutes to relax and acclimate to the environment before he came for her.  Of course he was usually a few minutes late, but she was sure it was because he liked to watch her squirm with anticipation.  And he knew she liked it too.  She smiled to herself as she pulled the hardcopy of the email out of her coat pocket and re-read the short note. 

1^st Bench off the path on the south side of Trout Lake.  3 pm, Saturday.  You know what to do.  -M

Yes, she did know exactly what to do.  Her small overnight bag was in her car packed only with essentials and a simple change of clothes.  He would likely transfer her bag to his car before he walked out to meet her.  She wore comfortable clothes, jeans and a light top, and always sturdy shoes.  She wore no jewelry save her permanent rings, no necklace, anklets, or anything on her wrists.   She had a few personal items in her jacket pockets but carried no bag or purse.  A bag was one more thing she had to keep track of and she had learned quickly that simpler was better; especially since she never knew where she might find herself on one of these outings.

The first such outing was a walk around this very lake, so she wasn't surprised that he'd chosen this bench as a meeting place for today.  But that walk around the lake was late at night and she hadn't heard another soul the whole time they were out.  This afternoon was different; she was alone and there were several people walking, or riding bikes taking advantage of one of the first really warm days of spring.  She closed her eyes and turned toward the sun, feeling the heat on her face.  Her mind went back to that walk around the lake last fall.

It was the middle of October and leaves had been falling steadily for a few weeks.  She didn't remember how many leaves were left on the trees, only the sweet smell of decay as the dried leaves on the ground crunched beneath her feet.  They had just finished a wonderful meal.  Even though they had only had a few dates there was an easy flow to the conversation and she felt completely at ease with him.  He suggested walking off their dinner at a park before taking her home.  Eager for the date to continue a little longer she happily agreed. 

He pulled into a small parking lot and deliberately parked his truck equidistant from two lights in the darkest spot of the lot.  Turning around she could see the trailhead and a path disappearing into the trees.  She turned back just in time to see him pull his hand out of his pocket.  He smiled at her and said," Hang tight, I'll get your door."

She'd gotten used to his sense of chivalry, and had decided she liked it.  She felt spoiled and pampered when he opened doors for her.  She waited in the dark as he circled the truck and opened the passenger side door.  He offered his arm and she accepted gratefully, hopping to the ground.  She was a petite little thing, and it was a big truck.  He didn't let go of her arm; as soon as he shut the door of the truck he enveloped her into his arms.  He breathed into her hair as he crushed her face into his chest. 

"I want you to do something for me," he whispered.

She nodded into his chest, but said nothing.  She already knew there was a desire within her to do as he asked, to please him.

He lifted his head slightly and this time spoke louder and more firmly, "I want to blindfold you."

Not a question, not an order, just a simple statement; and yet he was waiting for her consent.  She pulled her face away from his chest so she could speak more clearly, but did not raise her eyes to meet his.

"Yes, please, Sir," was all she said.

"Ahhh, that's my girl," he praised as he kissed her bent head, "close your eyes."

With his hands on her shoulders he rotated her around so she was facing away from him.  He reached into his pocket and pulled out a heavy black silk scarf already folded into a narrow band. 

Her breath caught in her throat as she sensed his arms over her head and she felt the silk press over her eyes.  She stood very still as he knotted the scarf at the back of her head, only then did she remember to exhale.

He gently turned her around to face him.  He caressed her face, drawing his fingers over the blindfold and across her cheek, his fingers lingering at her lips. 

"You are so beautiful," he mumbled as he bent his head to kiss her, gently at first but quickly crushing her mouth to his, his tongue forcing it's way inside her.  He pulled away abruptly leaving her wanting more. 

As he backed away from her he said, "My beautiful blindfolded girl……come to me."

His voice seemed so far away now but he was probably only 4 or 5 feet from her.  She took a deep breath and started walking toward his voice.  What was there to bump into anyway, she thought, the parking lot was deserted.  As she approached him he moved, turning her in circles to disorient her.  By the time she was thoroughly confused he finally let her reach him.

"Good girl," he said, and was rewarded with one of her bright smiles. 

He wrapped his left arm behind her waist and took her right arm in his right so he could guide her. 

"Only until you get more comfortable without your eyes," he said, "but I'm not going to help you like this the whole time." 

He began to guide her down the path talking casually as if she weren't blindfolded.  He commented on what a beautiful clear night it was and how the trees looked skeletal in the moonlight.  She responded in kind with thoughts about the sound of the lake to their right and the crunching leaves beneath their feet.  Before she knew it she was walking beside and slightly behind him with no fear, only lightly grasping his left elbow with her right hand.

Eventually he led her back to his truck.  Realizing where she was she turned to him thinking he might remove the blindfold now that their walk was over, but he only opened the passenger door and said, "Let me help you up."

With him steadying her she was able to find the running board and lifted herself into the truck, albeit somewhat clumsily.  He made sure she was all in and shut the door.  He took his time walking around the end of the truck enjoying the fact that he had a pretty girl blindfolded waiting for him in his truck, trusting him to watch out for her. 

He paused before opening the door gazing at her silhouette.  He could tell by her posture that she had decided he was taking to long, she was getting a little nervous and squirmy.  He smiled and waited. She guessed that he was watching her, that he must be enjoying it, and decided that she liked the uncertainty and anticipation.

On the way back to her house he asked her how she liked the experience, (she loved it), if she was scared at all, (only at first), and if she thought she'd be willing to do it again, (she would.)

He pulled into her driveway saying," I'm going to help you inside then I'll make sure the door is locked behind me when I leave.  I don't want you to see me again tonight; I'd rather you were left with memories of other sensations.  I want you to listen to my truck drive away before you take off the blindfold." He continued as he led her into the house.  "I'd like you to call me tomorrow at lunchtime and let me know how you're doing."  He kissed her gently on the mouth," And take good care of that scarf, it's my favorite."

She had since learned that he owned 7 of the exact same scarves, each of which he called his favorite.

She smiled at the memory of her first blindfolded walk around the lake.  She turned from the sun to check her watch again.  This time it read 2:57; only 3 minutes left to get ready. 

She pulled the medical tape out of her pocket as well as her wrap around sunglasses that were painted black on the inside.  For play at home or in private he usually used eye patches, especially if he wanted her sightless for more than a few hours, then he would add a black sleep mask for darkness.  They learned together as they experimented with different materials that some had time limits, they also found that for sessions longer than a few hours she was a lot more comfortable if she wasn't wearing her contacts.

  

She removed her glasses and slid the case into her pocket.  She cut a piece of tape about as inch and a half long and pressed it firmly over her left eye.  It was thin paper tape, breathable and designed for sensitive skin.  She took a deep breath, closed her right eye and pressed a separate piece of tape over her eyelid.  She could still very slightly open her eyelids and since the tape was white she could see a lot of light, especially in the sun.  She slipped on the wrap around shades which completely covered the tape from the outside and which blocked out about 90% of the light reaching her eyes. If she opened her eyes and looked toward her nose she could sense a little light, but it was the best she could do.

She slid the medical tape back into her pocket and settled herself in for a little wait.  She loved the darkness, the sense of safety and security; and when she was with him the sense of dependency.  There was peace for her in the darkness, even when there was a little fear or apprehension when facing the unknown, or a new situation or challenge.  Quite often he chose to take her eyes from her then just let her be.  Those were the times she was able to journey and sometimes leave her body; but knowing that he was still there watching her and looking our for her was what make it all possible.

She couldn't help wondering what he might have in store for her tonight.  Sometimes he tied her hands behind her back under her coat, he usually only chose to do that late at night in a relatively deserted area, just fewer looks and less chance of interference.  That was really intense for her at first, it was one thing to be blinded and still have her hands to feel around but without them she was even more dependent on him, especially because she couldn't remove her blindfold.  They had also discovered together over the winter that he could use earplugs in her then have her wear earmuffs to conceal the earplugs.  They experimented with different combinations of earplugs, blindfolds, and having her hands tied that changed depending on what he wanted her to feel.  She loved every minute of it, even though his challenges often scared her at first, he was always there to talk her through it, encouraging her to try something new.

When they played in private he also used gags and hoods to control her senses.  When he took her ability to speak away from her all of her immediate needs had to come from him.  With practice she learned to block our external sensory input and to communicate with him energetically.  Some days her only connection to anything was through him, in a way it was the ultimate temporary form of complete dependence upon another human being.  Most days she was so fiercely independent; a competent small business owner and highly organized.  It was such a relief to her to surrender control of her senses to another human being.  It was so much easier for her to just make adjustments and accept what she was given.  The ultimate control for her was to be hooded; if she couldn't see, hear, or speak she didn't even feel human.  In some way it released her mind and spirit when her body and sensory input were restricted.  She could fly free, unencumbered by physical form. 

A sound yanked her back from her reverie.  There were several people on the path behind her she had tuned out the sound, but now she wished she hadn't.  There was definitely someone approaching from behind.  Her heart started to race not knowing if it was him.  Of course it's him; she tried to convince her self.  But this was the part she loved, the uncertainty.  Surely she knew his energy by now. Surely some primitive danger sensing defense mechanism would have engaged if it was someone she didn't know.

He walked around the far side of the bench from where she was and sat down; he said nothing and did not touch her.  He was only about a foot from her, but she knew better than to speak or reach out to him.  She had been trained to wait for him to initiate contact.  He was watching her intently, loving every second of her anxiety.  She was really trying not to fidget, and unless one knew her intimately she appeared completely relaxed, but that was not the case.

He waited a few more minutes until she managed to settle herself before he opened her hand and dropped a set of foam earplugs into her hand.  She realized what was in her hand and nodded.  She rolled the foam and slid them into her ears one at a time.  She loved the sensation of her hearing slowly decreasing as the foam expanded in her ears.  Next he handed her an earmuff that she added to cover the plugs.    He laid his finger across both her lips, telling her to keep her mouth closed.  He lifted her hand in his and she stood up, understanding him perfectly, knowing it was now time to walk and follow him. 

He led her slowly but directly to his truck, opened the door and helped her inside.  He started the car but left it in park while he dug around in a small bag on the floor.   He then quickly but simply restrained her hands with a short piece of rope.  It felt narrow but effective; likely something she could get out of if she set her mind to it.  But her mind was already somewhere else.

He drove for what seemed to her to be a long time, but it was maybe only about 45 minutes until he pulled off the highway and parked.  He exited then walked around and opened her door then untied her hands and helped her out of the car.  She instinctively grasped his left elbow and followed him.  She could tell when they left the asphalt and they walked onto a wooden surface. 

She could sense more than hear a low grade rumbling sound that she guessed might be a river, making the wooden surface perhaps a bridge.  As they continued to walk she felt cold water drops sprinkle her face.  A waterfall, she decided, and delighted turned to nudge her forehead against his shoulder in a gesture of thanks.  He walked with her to the spot on the bridge that was as close to the waterfall as they could get and moved her to stand in front of him facing the water.  He lifted her hands in his, palm up, to receive the droplets of water on every available surface of her skin.  As he wrapped his arms around her, she knew what a beautiful gift she had just been given.  He held her for a few moments then released her and turned back they way they had come.

Back in the car he retied her hands then started the truck and drove away.  She was left again in silence to ponder her experience. 

Brian Ch 2 The Bedroom Part 4

He finished with his ablutions and returned to the bedroom where I was still where he’d left me growing cold without his body heat.

“Come over here, love, and sit on the edge of the bed. I’ve laid a towel down,” he explained. I crawled over on my knees until I felt the towel then made certain all the wet parts were on it before I settled myself. “I’m going to help you clean up,” he continued.

“I’m going to untie the blindfold,” I must have made a face because he paused, “and I want you to keep your eyes closed. We’re going to brush your hair and straighten you up, then you can have it back.” I hope I looked relieved. I wasn’t quite ready for this to end, and apparently he wasn’t either. Lucky me.

He undid the knot and lifted the folds of fabric away from my face. I felt a little crumpled and rubbed my eyes, but didn’t open them. I could see some light now through my closed lids probably from the bathroom, and I could make out his moving shadow. He kissed each eyelid then I felt him begin to brush the ends of my long hair. Somehow he’d managed to bring my purse into the bedroom with us and I hadn’t noticed the thoughtful gesture.

“Thank you for taking good care of me,” I said, and grinned.

“You are most welcome,” he answered chivalrously. “It’s actually quite selfish,” he admitted, “I’ve been wanting to brush your hair for you since I first saw you.”

I made a sound like a snort, but that made me happy to hear. I smiled at him.

“Have you given any thought to, ah,” the uncertainty was back in his voice, “To perhaps spending the night? I know we haven’t discussed it, and frankly this date turned out better than I could have expected.” I laughed through my nose in agreement. “My roommate won’t care, and you wouldn’t have to leave the bedroom. I could get anything we needed from the kitchen.” He was talking just a hint to fast and I understood that he wasn’t on familiar ground here.

I reached my hand to touch whatever part of him I was able to reach. He saw me and met my hand with his.

“I would love to stay, thank you,” I said gratefully. I sensed rather than felt his body relax. “There are a couple things I’d need to take care of. I need to take a couple of pills before bed but since that feels like my brush you’re using on my hair my purse probably isn’t far away. So I’ll need some water and my purse.”

“That’s easy,” he said.

“I have contacts in,” I continued, “so just in case you intend for me to sleep with the blindfold, I’ll need to either take them out or we’ll need to use a different blindfold that will let my corneas breathe.”

He chuckled, “I did plan to have you sleep with the blindfold. And yes, I have several other options for you if you’d like to try and see if one of those will work.”

“And thirdly,” I continued, “I need to pee. Now.”

“Well why didn’t you say so?” he laughed. “Is the scarf okay for now?” he asked.

“Yes, that’s fine,” I answered. He finished brushing my hair, tucked it safely behind my ears again, and retied the silk blindfold around my head. I sighed in contentment. It felt like it was supposed to be there now; it was comfortable and not restrictive at all. It felt right.

“Do you need my help or will you be able to manage in there by yourself?” he asked.

“I think I’ll manage alright,” I answered. I stood up from the bed and stepped close to him. I had one hand on his chest and the other around his waist. “Would you like to help, or would you rather not?” I asked frankly.

“I, ah,” he cleared his throat, “I think I’d like to watch, actually.”

“Oh, I couldn’t have guessed,” I said with no little sarcasm. I gave him a warm smile and touched his face. “You must make sure that I don’t slip and fall and hit my head on the bathtub now, right?” I asked softly with only a hint of tease. “I’d like that too,” I finished.

He led me to the doorway and put my hand on the bathroom sink so I’d have my bearings. He waited in the doorway while I emptied my bladder, wiped myself up, and then made my way back to the sink. He took my hand after I’d washed and led me back into the bedroom, leaving me holding onto a bedpost. I heard the door to the closet slide open and the sounds of rustling. He walked back toward me and set something down on the bed. He tapped the edge of a plastic box so I’d know where it was.

“Here’s most of my collection so hopefully you’ll find something that will work for you for sleeping.”

I found the box easily and started trying to identify the items. There were several different sleep masks, also several bandannas and scarves, and even a couple leather items with buckles. At the bottom I found a couple small cardboard boxes but I left them alone and pulled out a few sleep masks.

“I’m sure one of these will work,” I said while fingering a nice satin mask with little nose pads to block light.

He removed the box and returned it to the closet. He came back, took the mask from my hand and crushed me to him, holding my face to his chest.

“God, I loved watching you handle my blindfold collection,” he said gruffly, “It was like you knew it already. It’s like you understand me already.”

Brian Ch 2 The Bedroom Part 3

“Oh, my beautiful blindfolded girl,” me murmured into my hair, his mouth felt hot on my neck and face. “You did so well,” he breathlessly. He reached around and deftly unhooked my bra, letting my full aching breasts fall onto his naked chest. The dark hairs of his chest felt soft on my nipples and I enjoyed rubbing them back and forth, getting them hard. He grabbed both breasts hard in his large hands and pulled them to his mouth moving my entire body in the process. I moaned with pleasure and he took one then the other into his mouth, nibbling gently.

“Harder, please, Sir, harder,” I urged, and he obliged. He tightened his grip and squeezed them so hard I wouldn’t be surprised to see bruises the next day. His teeth closed on my right nipple, pressure increasing more and more until I gasped and shook. He switched to the left one that was aching for his mouth and bit it until I could barely hold myself up. I didn’t have to for long.

In one smooth motion he grabbed my wrists, held them in one hand, used the other to pull me down flat on top of him so my arms were above my head, then flipped us both over until he was holding me down with his body weight. He still held my wrists together in one of his hands over my head and he leaned down to kiss me, his need hard against my crotch. His right hand touched the blindfold, then my lips, and then trailed down my naked upper half until it found the button of my skirt. He managed to unbutton it; I was again impressed, and worked it down over my hips as I lifted up to help the process. My underwear followed without complaint.

I heard him make a deep rumbling sound of pleasure at the sight of my naked body. I knew I was soaking wet, my organs swollen and engorged. I squirmed in response, resisting his hold on my hands, hoping he wouldn’t let go. He didn’t. He curled his body next to mine so I could feel his cock against my hip and I felt his hand rest gently over me. I lifted my hips to rub against his hand, asking for more contact. He began to touch me gently and I felt his fingers on my swollen lips, then he slid two fingers inside me, exploring. I moaned and moved my hips trying to tell him how much I wanted him. He withdrew his hand and began to rub my engorged clitoris, slowly, rhythmically, like there was nothing else he’d rather be doing. He took one nipple into his mouth and bit me hard. I resisted again at my wrists more to feel his strength and control than because I actually wanted him to release me. My breathing increased, and my hips bucked in climax as he brought me to orgasm with his hands. He wrapped himself around me as much as he could while holding me down and rode the waves of pleasure with me. As I began to relax I felt him move away from me.

“Stay,” he grunted as he squeezed my wrists tightly, and he rolled off the bed. I heard him fumble with his jeans and then drop them to the floor. There was a crackle that I assumed was him tearing open a condom wrapper. I was still feeling aftershocks rumble through my body, the aching need to be filled that the climax created. I wanted to feel his weight on me again, holding my body down. I didn’t have to wait long.

And he was there, one hand again holding my wrists above my head, his knees spreading my legs apart. I felt the head of his cock touch my tender clit as he rubbed it up and down my slick wetness teasing me and moistening him.

“Oh please,” I moaned, “please, please, please.” It was all I could manage to articulate in that moment. He knew what I wanted, he’s the one who created the need, and he was the one I needed to sate it.

He entered me slowly, and I opened up to him. I don’t know how he did it having stopped already twice tonight, and then holding himself back to bring me to climax first. It was excruciating in its sweetness how gentle he started, when I wanted him to slam into me. And soon he did, harder and harder, I took him all the way into me. He let himself down until his full weight was on me before he released my wrists. He grabbed my shoulders with both hands taking his pleasure then moved to grab my bottom, lifting my pelvis to meet his own.

My arms finally free I wrapped them around him, nails digging into his back as he pounded into me. He found my mouth and he groaned into me as I finally heard him reach his own climax. His body shuddered, once, twice, and then he was still, his full weight on my body. He was heavy, and my ribcage was restricted, but I wouldn’t have had it any other way. I held him as his breathing returned to normal, his face buried in my hair above my shoulder.

Eventually he did come back to life and he propped himself up on an elbow to kiss me. First each eye behind the black silk blindfold, then the tip of my nose, then gently my mouth. He moved slowly now, calmly seeking connection, even though he was still inside me growing soft. He reached down with his hand, withdrew, and then rolled off of me and onto his feet. I felt a brief sense of loss without him there inside me. I heard him stumble into the bathroom to clean up. A process that I was quickly realizing I would need to take care of in short order. I wondered how that was going to work.

Brian Ch 2 The Bedroom Part 2

“This way, love,” his voice was softer now as he took my right hand and set it into the crook of his left elbow. He led me through the dining room, my feet remembering the hardwood and the area rug, and toward the back of the house. It was an old Victorian that had been split into apartments so the bedrooms were at the back down a long hallway. It was wide enough for us to walk side by side, and I trailed my left hand along the wall as we walked. The paint was rough on the old walls under my hand, and I counted close to 20 steps past the kitchen before we stopped. He placed my hand on the doorknob and let go, but he stayed near.

“The closet is on the wall to your right, bed straight ahead, dresser and desk to the left, and there’s a bathroom on the far wall,” he informed me. A bathroom, I thought, unusual to have a suite style room in a house like this. I hadn’t seen his room and knew nothing about it. Evidently I wasn’t going to see it, at least not yet. He turned the doorknob using my hand and opened it into the room.

“I’ll watch as you explore with your hands, to make sure you’re okay,” he assured me. And I bet you won’t enjoy it a bit, I thought to myself happily, but held my tongue.

I groped toward him with my hand and he took it. I lifted it to my lips and kissed it formally.

“Thank you, Sir,” I whispered, and let his hand go.

I had kept my left hand on the doorframe for reference and I started there. I heard him take a step into the room and shut the door behind him. He moved off to my right and with a creak and a rustle I assumed he had climbed onto the bed to begin his supervision. He said nothing.

I kept my left hand trailing on the wall and bent my right arm in front of my body, a position meant to let my arm find a large object instead of my head. It didn’t take long for me to locate a large dresser. It was wooden and felt heavy, oak, perhaps. The drawers on the front had large metal pulls that hung down. On the top I found a row of books, neatly held by solid feeling bookends. In front of those were some loose small objects that I didn’t take the time to identify right now. I continued my mapping of the room.

Past the huge dresser my hands next found a leather desk chair, and reaching forward I found a desk covered in papers. I located the smooth aluminum of a laptop and smiling I traced the plastic apple on the top of the closed lid. Behind that were plastic sorting bins of assorted papers stacked four high, and to the right of those was a ceramic mug holding pens and pencils. I established where the corner of the desk was and continued my exploration. I hadn’t knocked anything over yet and I considered that a blessing.

I could feel him watching me and I felt a little self-conscious. Next I felt another doorframe and figured this was the bathroom. I stepped in quickly to begin to create a picture of the space. There was a glass door to the left, probably the tub and shower, I found a window straight ahead, just to the right my hand rested on the top of the toilet, and continuing I found the sink. I reached up and felt a mirror and just to the right a small towel rack with two towels. I didn’t linger, eager to be back near him.

Stepping out of the bathroom, the next thing on my left was a window quickly followed by a small nightstand with nothing on it. My hands found the bed. And it was a tall one; I’d likely have to climb up on it to get in. I reached onto the bed hoping to find Brian, and stopped to listen closely. I could hear him breathing deep breaths, but a little faster than someone who was merely reclining on a bed. I smiled and kept going, hoping he was enjoying watching as much I was relishing this exploration of his personal space.

And the end of the bed was a heavy footboard with large wooden bedposts. It felt big and bulky so it must match the huge dresser. I worked my way around the bed to the other side, again hoping to find Brian, but damn him he’d rolled to the other side of the bed just out of my reach again. This time I heard a soft chuckle but he said nothing. Good thing he was enjoying my frustration. I sighed lightly and kept going.

There was another nightstand, this one with an alarm clock, a lamp, and a dish of small objects. Past the nightstand was a second window, then the closed sliding doors of the closet. I’d made it all the way around the room and stopped in front of the bedroom door to wait.

“Come to me, love,” his voice was grainy but firm.

With no further direction from him I made my choice. I extended my hand hoping to find the bedpost. I thought I’d guessed right at the distance, and in fact I had. I used it to help me locate the rest of the bed and I climbed up on it from the near side where the nightstand with the clock was.  I crawled until I found his reclining body and kept going until I’d climbed on top of him straddling his hips. I leaned forward and he met me with his mouth, his arms pulled me down to rest my weight on him, his mouth hot and urgent. I matched him in my need. I’d completed a challenge and now I wanted my reward. It seemed to be forth coming.