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Bedside Manners Part I
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Bedside Manners Part I He took her hand into his. “Follow me.” The sound of their feet made their way across the hardwood floor and down the hallway. He stops beside the bed and turns to face her. “Are you ready?” She didnt know the context of the question but she knew with him the answer was always the same. “Yes” is what her heart, mind and lips spoke. The soft curl of a smile in the corner of his lips somehow always gave her a sense of calm, of security. He kissed her forehead before making his way to the closet. He emerged with a white silk scarf draped over his hand. He folded it over as he moved in behind her. Gently placing the scarf over her eyes, he made sure the makeshift blindfold was covering her sight. “Just relax and enjoy” is what his breath on the back of her neck softly carried to her ear. He rested his hands gently upon her shoulders letting her know exactly where he is and lets her body and senses adjust. He slides his hands down her arms and up her hips. The quiet of the room let her hear, their breathing slowly sync. His fingers curled under her shirt and he slowly lifted it silently prompting her to raise her arms above her head so he could remove it. The warm air felt cool against her skin. Hands ran over her soft skin like an ice cube melting on a pre-heating stove. “Stay right here”. She tried to picture what he was doing as she felt his proximity disappear. The slight cool of the evening air heightened the feeling of her skin. Tilting her head slightly to hear where he seemed to be she heard one small click and then followed the sound of his light footsteps around the bed. He paused several times as if tending to something. Behind the darkness of the blindfold she couldn’t tell if she had heard another similar yet different almost mechanical click. She felt the waft of air lap against her skin as he walked past her. The sound of his feet shuttling across the carpet reminded her of the sensation of her bare feet being cushioned by the plush texture of the carpet in their room A few heartbeats later she could feel his presence standing before her. The edge of his thumb met the corner of her lips. He drags his finger across her bottom lip. It was wet. Not wet. But what was it? It was smooth almost a liquid yet not quite. He paused and ran his thumb over her top lip. She rolled her lips in. Just as she tasted it, she caught the distinctive exotic scent confirming her finding. The coconut oil stirred memories of summer and warmed her from within. Just as her thoughts swam within her mind, his lips found hers. Slow timeless waltz of lips sharing a song the heart sings of lust, desire, and want. Lips parting souls tasting. His hand cradling her face. Even blindfolded she could see his every feature. Their lips, soft and moist from the coconut oil, seems to slip and slide and melt into the other. A kiss a tangling of souls and desires all with the taste of the tropics. His hands slide down the divine contours of her feminine form. His fingers unbuttoned her jeans. His lips slowly pulled away from hers as his fingers hooked her jeans and panties and slowly eased the jeans down her legs. “Go ahead step out.” She raised a foot and wobbled a little with no visual guidance, but was able to maintain her balance. He eased the clothes past her heel and foot. They repeated the dance with the other foot. His hands traced the beautiful of her form. Fingertips like tumblers gently gliding up the outside of her knees and thighs. His breath remained level with his hands. She couldn’t help but let her head fall back as she felt his breath waft along her inner thighs. Her nipples hardened and puckered. She could feel them ache crying out for attention. His breath blowing flush against her skin as his hands held her hips. There was no shame in the wetness she felt just a few inches from his lips. She didnt want this tease to end as she tried to revel in the moment and repress her lust at least for the moment. Her stomach clenched and a sharp moan escaped her when his soft lips presses against her mound in a featherlight kiss. His hands silhouetted her curves; hips, waist, and ribs all while his breath left a trail of heat in its wake. Higher and higher his hands went his breath heavy upon her breastbone. The heat trailed to her left breast. Each breath hanging heavy upon her puckered nipple. The words “So pretty” caresses her nipple before they were heard by her ears. His breath seeped into her like heat from an old radiator heater. He lingered, not touching, despite her body’s cry to pull her into his mouth. His slid around cradling her back within his arms. Such a gentle touch as if held by a cloud. Her skin flush with heat and anticipation. Wanting his lips to latch on and relieve this ache she felt. His fingers spread wide across her back. His hands, a mixture of his worlds. The softness of his white collar work week and the signs and recovery of his blue collar weekend. The roughness healing to smooth. Calloused and delicate. His yet hers. His hands upon her skin completes the circuit so their desires and dreams flow freely through one complete network of want. She caught a sudden hint of a smell. Something botanical? No, no. Something fresh invigorating. The wetness, the ache. his touch made it all so hard to focus. The fingers of his right hand slowly cascaded down her spine, while his breath slide down the slope of her breast into the valley of her cleavage and climb the other breast. His dedication and desire exhaled upon her left nipple with each breath. What was this smell? It was clean. She closed her eyes behind the blindfold to focus her sense of smell. To try and quiet her desire to feel his coconut flavored lips engulfing her nipple. Orange… yes orange with a… a twist of lemon. The scent triggered an effervescent tingling within her. Those clicks she had heard, as time started to slow, was the sound of the candle warmer being turned on. She knew it wouldn’t be long before she felt the orange blossom and citrus blend warming massage oil against her skin. She felt the weight of his shadow as he stood up directly before her. He leaned in close and whispered in her ear. “One small step back baby.” His hands flat against her lower back and between her shoulder blades to catch her if she stumbled. Navigating the small maneuver, his hands never left her skin. He whispered in the other ear. “Turn around, and put your hands on the bed.” Slowly she turned trying to calculate 180 degrees and not to fall. His hands guided her. She complied and bent at the waist to put her hands on the bed. She was helpless, blindfolded and in this position, yet she knew she was in complete control. She felt his step back. Her mind picturing the sounds she heard. She could see him pulling his shirt up over his head. His hands unbuckling his belt then his jeans before sliding them to the floor. She could see his naked body from behind the blindfold. She felt his strong hands slide around her hips as he pressed his body to hers. She could feel his semi hard state against the wetness he has caused. Her body acted before her mind could stop it. Her hips rocked up and down grinding her ass against him trying to coax his cock to enter her. The sudden sting of his hand against her bare ass opened her eyes from behind the blindfold. Her mouth whimpered as her body wanted more. The stern words “Not yet” hung in the air. His hand gently rubbed the spot that was already starting to redden. “Up onto the bed.” She reluctantly obeyed. She laid down upon her stomach. Her entire front was warmed by the heating blanket he had laid upon the bed and turned on. The plush warm blanket cradling her skin. She settled into the bed as the heat seeped into her. She listened to his soft footsteps as he walked around the bed. He helped position her across the bed. Running his fingers back over her skin. Fingertips running up her back followed by palms back down as his thumbs ran along the outside of her spine. Despite not being able to see due to the blindfold, she closes her eyes. His footsteps are so soft it almost sounds like the first few raindrops hitting the roof before the rain starts. The house is quiet save for a momently grinding clink when ceramic moves away from ceramic. He remains still. she can’t hear a sound within the silence and tries to focus on the sound of his breathing to make sure he is still there. Despite knowing it was coming, the sudden sensation of the warm melted massage oil hitting her skin made her gasp and breath in sharply. She then let her body enjoy the light warm candy drizzle up one leg across her cheeks and back down the other. The sutble click from the top of the warmer settling into place was followed by the touch fo his hands to her skin. His hands slid up and down down the sides of her legs, feet and ass, coating every inch of her skin. Every slow breath she made she could smell the citrus. It was a refreshing cool to her core as the blanket under her and the oil on her kept her warm. Gently firmness as his palms and thumbs steamrolled up her calves, the back of her thighs up over the curve of her ass, giving it a squeeze like a chef kneading dough. Raking his fingertips back down to her heels. Gently lifting and bending her leg so her foot was in the air, he ran both thumbs over the front of her foot. The tumblers of her feet rolled and slid into place as his thumbs rolled by. She could feel the tension explode like fireworks as his fingers steamrolled the entire length of her arch. Over and over his thumbs run over her arch like tanks over tin cans. She could feel all the tension all the stress evaporate like steam. Across the arch up and down the arch across the balls of her feet around and around his fingers and hands flowed. Easing her leg down he lifted the other foot and completed the near symmetry of the dance. She sank further into the bed as her body became weightless. Lowering her foot helped her be relaxed and stop from falling asleep. He slid both hands up her calves. Like combines in harvest fields, his fingers and hands moved up and down her legs, churning nurturing, releasing. She could feel the different touches. When his fingers were like a soft breeze followed by moderate pressure. Deep within her muscles she could feel when he used gravity and his weight to press down into her releasing the tension like a pane of glass spidering cracks before it shatters. The sensation of his hands cover her legs in every direction. Time had no meaning or importance now. Seconds minutes millenia all are the same. She was weightless and almost didn’t even feel how he gently slightly spread her legs. His fingers and palms found this newly exposed skin. The sensation of his thumbs running up her inner thighs like a serpent through the garden, re ignited the embers smouldering below the calm. His hands followed a heart shaped trail. From her inner thighs just above the back of her knees, across her legs to her hips up around her ass. Over and over his hands tattooed the heart to her skin, A sudden spank gentle yet firm made her open her eyes only to see the darkness of her blindfold. His hands rubbed and caressed that spot that received the spank. Soothing and comforting the skin just as it felt like, her skin was so hot steam was rising off of her. Smooth palm, feather fingers, rakes dragging, hands kneading, back of the hands gliding. All joined the dance until it all stopped… The melody of contentment was suddenly drowned out by the silence until she could faintly hear him walk to the other side. The sudden splash of heat hissed against her skin as the warming oil drizzled down her spine. A few drops up her right side and down her left. His hands cross crossed and braided their way up, down, and across her entire back. His hands steamrolling down her back, breaking the roots of all the stress she carried. Shoulders, neck, spine, ribs and the small of her back were all adored. Again she felt the different pressures the different parts of his hands. Fingertips, fingers, thumbs, knuckles, nails, palms, and back of his hands all tested every inch of her. Time again lost meaning and reference. Her entire body was saturated with contentment. She felt the terry cloth meander a\over her skin as he erased and oil that hadn’t yet been absorbed. Without saying a word, he helped encourage her to roll over onto her back. The sudden change in temperature jolted her system. Her nipples puckered against the air. No longer heated by the blanket the warm air felt cool. He left his hands upon her shoulders to ground her as her body settled and adjusted. His silence was kept so the words his actions said, could be heard. His hands traced the lines of her face caresses her cheekbones thumbs dragging across her forehead to remove and tension. Lips upon hers. Kisses to her blindfolded eyes. His forehead gently resting upon hers so their minds could be interwoven as one before their bodies were. His hands slid under her shoulders and hooked her arms. He carefully pulled her to the side of the bed, until her head was no longer supported. She could feel the slow constant pull of gravity against the muscles along her collarbone. Once again, she could smell the coconut. as his hands found her breasts. Gently squeezing and fondling, continuing to adored her. She wanted to lift her head and then she felt him. She wanted to see him, to shed the blindfold. The tip of him coated in coconut oil resting against her lips. A soft pinch of her nipple made her gasp and he was still right there. Her throat parallel to the floor and perpendicular to him. She opened up and offered him a chance to slide in. |
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OMG jp.................you made me so horny with this post! I want to sign up to be that woman! I can't wait for part 2. You really write with words that capture the essence of erotica. Keep it up!
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I truly truly truly need a cold shower and a hot guy or a toy after reading this. Very well done. Definitely Erotic and you know how I crave eroticism!! Hot Damn!!
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You never fail to excite me with your words. ......{=}
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nothing more rewarding knowing that the piece had its desired effect 
SO glad you liked it am trying to do a two part sensual to sexual and was worried i wouldnt do the sensual justice or the blindfold enough credit. Thank you and love to hear you had such a reaction 
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