Mind blowing…

He said he wanted to try some new things with me. I didn’t ask what that might mean - after a few play dates I trusted him. So I popped a blindfold into my bag, put my favourite black lace babydoll lingerie on under my clothes, and set off to meet him.

For the first hour we just chatted and caught up on the last couple of months. After coffee from his fancy home barista machine and settling into each other’s company, we headed into his warm and darkened bedroom.

After some deep kisses and lazy caresses, and the removal of a few layers of clothing, I drew the blindfold out and slid it over his eyes. (Well, to be honest, that was less smooth than it sounds and involved a giggle and request that he adjusted it himself.)

Once he couldn’t see, I went to work. It’s delicious fun to kiss someone’s body when they can’t see where you are and what you’ll gently stroke or kiss next. Their intake of breath as they feel your breath so close to their genitalia is so satisfying… as is the involuntary noise someone makes when you place your mouth around the head of their cock and slowly lick them. It was turning me on as much as him. Sucking balls, caressing ass and thighs, seeing how much cock I could take in my mouth - yum.

I directed him with my hands on his strong shoulders until he was lying on his back… then spoiled the moment by remembering that we’d need a towel under him. Doh!! Better to have a brief pause than be an inconsiderate unicorn and leave behind some dry cleaning chaos though. Better living, everyone…

Anyhoo, towel in place and the fun could resume. Advantage of the blindfolded person lying down: you can kiss, stroke, or ride almost any part of their body… it entertains me when I fuck a person’s big toe, for example. No one sees that coming.

The best part was yet to come - my turn being blindfolded. When you can’t see, the part of your body being touched becomes almost the only part of you you’re aware of - for someone like me who’s sensitive to touch anyway, it’s exquisite.

And the “new” he was referring to? He said, as it first touched me, that it was a small dildo. I laughed out loud - no way. It felt like a HUGE dildo. Considerately rubbered and well lubed and by crikey… He was slow with it and spoke gently to me, checking that the girth of this handheld beast was okay.

Starting at the entry to my pussy, inserting just a little bit before withdrawing, slowly and surely teasing and pushing in a little further each time… my hips’ arching up and the noises escaping my lips (both sets!) were giving all the right signals for him to respond to. IT FELT AMAZING.

Fuck, there’s nothing better on this earth than a man who knows how to pay attention. And yes, that towel was necessary. He was enjoying the show as his dildo manipulation made my body respond and I was almost swept away, time and again. It had been years since anyone provided me with that much physical pleasure. My body was reduced to jelly.

As we cuddled up when I was completely spent, I got to enjoy the view reflected in his wardrobe door mirrors - his athletic brown-skinned back and butt with my pale arms and legs wrapped around him. Our bodies looked cute together.

We showered together afterward and he accompanied me back into town.

I think I had a slightly fuck-drunk grin on my face the whole way. What a glorious way to spend a morning. :)