I was a little disappointed as this meant that I couldn't put my resume forward for the position. It did however, get me thinking, though, about possible juicy little encounters I could organise for my own husband. How would he react to this fantasy that she had described to me? Would he also enjoy being blindfolded and completely open to the will of a stranger?, Would he succumb to that kind of power, to the enjoyment of his body being pleasured by someone he could smell, touch and taste but not see?
When she asked if I would be interested in being a part of the fantasy and being the mystery woman I was thrilled and terrified; but also so turned on all at the same time. I couldn't wait and yet, being the pleaser and perfectionist that I am, I was terrified at the possibility of failure or; almost as diabolical... mediocrity.
What if my own abilities as a lover, my own idea of my sexy, sensual self was all in my own mind? What if nerves took over? What if for whatever reason he didn't enjoy me or the evening? My sexual/sensual motor runs at a pretty constant purr but the possibility that I was might actually be a great big fraud almost stopped me in my tracks. .....A moment of insecurity. The burden of responsibility to make this truly an occasion to remember weighed me down momentarily
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However as I always do, I gave myself a stern talking to, got a grip on myself and reverted back to purring. For the next few weeks the possibilities ran through my mind. What I could do? What would bring him pleasure? What would completely blow his mind and what was to be the order of things? I felt like I was formulating a recipe of sorts...a dash of sexy, pinch of sensual and a whole heap of spice and heat. . The anticipation was thrilling, terrifying and extremely arousing. I had intended to go to a party that night which I'm sure I would have enjoyed but this offer was MUCH more exciting than that party could ever hope to be.... utterly tantalising and completely irresistible.
As the night drew near, we exchanged ideas, I did my reasearch and Mrs was more than happy to answer my questions as to her husband’s likes and dislikes. This helped the picture become clearer and the anxiety disappeared........I mostly knew, and partly hoped, Ii could make this evening everything they had hoped for as a couple. To blow his mind and please her with the way I pleased, tantalised, spoilt and teased her husband.
The delicious added bonus was that the very thought of me doing this for another man was turning on my own husband on no end. By the time the night came and he dropped me off at the hotel he was so turned on. He asked me to assure him that we would make pillow talk of the nights events later.
"This is making me so hot," he said., "You will come home and fuck me, won't you?"
“ Of course!” I agreed. We have a fondness for pillow talk and reclaiming the territory sex.
I had preened and perfumed myself as is standard before a date, shaved legs and pussy, hair washed to add not only softness on the skin but also for that extra subtle layer of scent.....the love is in the details after all. When he touched me I wanted him to feel softness, I wanted him to be excited by sensual smells and textures of my body. Sensual is what
I do best so I wanted to be at my sensual best for this evening.
Once at the hotel, I sent a text to Mrs. to let her know that I had collected the key she had left at the front desk for me. She messaged me back to tell me that left the room and he was ready for me. My heart started beating quite quickly, once again excitement and arousal kicked in....some nerves but they were easily overcome by the turn on of the situation. I swiped the key and opened the door. The room was beautiful and peacefully quiet, dimly lit with a faint scent of a lovely warm aftershave in the air. All I could see from the door was his feet. I closed the door quietly behind me, not wanting to alarm him. as I was sure he was as nervous and excited as I was.
There he lay on the bed, very well blindfolded, with only his underwear on. I wanted to reassure him and not keep him waiting so, before I did anything I approached the bed and kissed him softly.
The beautful aroma of whatever scent he had on was helping me feel a little more relaxed. Smell in the sexual arena is one of my greatest turn ons. The perfume on a woman, natural scent of her skin and her pussy, a nice aftershave on a man, that freshly washed smell on his skin just send me into automatic and instant arousal. I got undressed and underneath my clothes I already had black lace body suit which was peakaboo at the breasts and crotchless at the pussy, over the top of that a black lace short dress. Sexy but easy access. On the table were various toys and aids to assist in the eroticism of the evening. Anal vibe, a whip, lube, massage oil and condoms. I thought perhaps a massage first to help him relax would be nice,. I knew from the information his wife gave me that he enjoyed a firm massage. I looked over at him, he seemed so helpless, I found this to be a massive turn on. He was at my mercy. The nurturer in me though only wanted to reassure him that there would be no nasty surprises, only my best efforts at pleasureing him. I couldn’t imagine what he was thinking.
So I asked him to turn over onto his stomach, reached over for some massage oil that Mrs had left for me and started Massaging him. He had a gorgeous body. I'm very tactile and so I loved touching him. I Massaged his back and shoulders, back down his back to his perfectly delicious arse, pulling my black lace dress down to expose my breasts and rubbing my body and breasts into the oil on his body and up against his lower back and arse.
I couldn't resist reaching my finger down between cheeks to touch his freckle. I just had to lick it and it was perfect and the reaction was even more delicious than the action. I stopped to reach over and get the vibe, I grabbed a little strawberry lube and very gently just slipped the tip in and out for a little while. The way he moved and breathed, the odd little sound, fast inhale were all clear signs that he was very turned on and enjoying whatiI was doing. Oh how I do love boys bottoms,I love to touch them, lick them, bite them(gently of course),I love everything about them.
My research told me he enjoyed a little anal play. so I knew that boys who enjoy arse play, usually enjoy rimming and are spotlessly clean in the hopes of receiving a special treat.. I also knew from my research that he had never had it done to him before, the prospect of Virgin arse that had never been tongued before was positively thrilling.
I had to pace myself and not enjoy all the goodies at one..."patience" I reminded myself..."one thing at a time....stick with the plan...this is about him not you." The jocks came off pretty quickly though, I just had to get to that bottom, and pronto. I thought next I'd make use of that lovely whip over on the table, I slowly drew it back and forth across his body. All across his back and the back of his legs...the touch of a hundred fingers can be a lovely thing. He seemed to enjoy that. I massaged him a little more, ran my hands all over his back and legs and slowly along his inner thighs and delicately up between his cheeks to touch his arse. Every movement, every breath, every sound from him only served to make me hornier and wetter and more keen to let him have it in the nicest possible way. I parted his cheeks slightly and slowly slid my tongue down in between them till I found the little treasure I was looking for. It was sweet and perfect and divine and his reaction was even more delicious. His back arched slightly, he inhaled deeply and quickly and let out a sound that let me know very clearly that he was very much enjoying being aroused by this particular type of stimulation.
To my delight he was nice and hard when I asked him to roll over onto his back after I had finished licking his arse (for the moment) and a fabulous cock he had too. I had seen pictures of it but it was substantially more impressive in the flesh. I was torn between arse and cock, a kid in a candy shop....mmmm....and lips....he had lovely kissable lips. I kissed him again, touched and kissed his neck, shoulders and moved down his body. I ran my hands all over his body, his stomach, his thighs. Teasing by avoiding his cock. I did this for some time but it was teasing me as much as him I'm sure.