Suddenly, Christmas break was over, and I returned to the classroom. Tori embarked on a twelve-day trip, spending four days at each of her residences. First stop was St. Andrews, Scotland, then Jackson Hole, Wyoming, followed by Maui, Hawaii. She sent me photos and videos throughout her travels.
During the third week of January, Tori's parents returned from their honeymoon. Having just picked them up at the airport, Jon informed me that he had to go home immediately. He mentioned something about a reunion with the guys from his unit. Upon arriving at my parents' house, Jon put his bag in the car, kissed Naomi, and left.
I carried Naomi’s bag to the guest room and placed it on the bed. Returning to the living room, I found she was gone. Passing the staircase, I noticed white sneakers and blue jeans on the stairs.
Ascending the stairs, I picked up the items and continued upward. Upon reaching the top, I looked down the hall. There, on the floor by my parents’ bedroom door, lay a pair of black lace thong panties. I picked them up and held them to my nose, inhaling Naomi’s sweet scent. Then, I licked the wetness, savoring her delightful essence.
I heard the sound of running water and made my way toward it. She was standing in the shower, splashing water onto her voluptuous breasts. Naomi had her long black hair pulled back. When her eyes met mine, she smiled mischievously and said, “Don’t just stand there sniffing my panties; I need my back washed.”
Quicker than one could utter lickety-split, I disrobed and joined her. Naomi had repositioned the showerhead to ensure the spray did not reach us. She then turned and brushed her hair over her shoulder. She then held on to the grab bar. Taking the lavender-scented shower gel, I applied a generous amount to Naomi’s neck and shoulders. Then I gently massaged it over her perfect skin with a loofah mitt.
“Oh, that sensation is delightful.” Naomi sighed as she leaned back against my hand.
As I massaged her neck and shoulders, I applied a substantial amount to her back. Employing a circular motion, I glided from her shoulders down the left side of her back. Upon reaching her attractive posterior, I found it irresistible to deliver a firm slap with the loofah mitt. My hand traversed between her cheeks, ensuring she was completely clean. Subsequently, I directed my hand downward and softly massaged her clit before proceeding down her slit.
I continued to slide the hand mitt gently up and down her slit. With each movement, I applied pressure, gradually quickening the pace of my hand. I reached around with my other hand to fondle her large breast. My fingers played with her nipple, drawing forth sounds of pleasure from Naomi.
“Oh, yes, Toby, provide me with what I desire!” she exclaimed amidst her gasps.
“Tell me, what is it that you truly desire?” I inquired in a low, authoritative tone.
Naomi paused for a brief moment. If only he understood that I longed to be restrained and blindfolded; I yearn for that experience. Jon has never been willing to engage in such activities.
I pinched her nipple and, raising my voice to a more commanding level, reiterated, “Tell me, what is it that you truly desire?”
Before she could respond, I twisted her nipple, eliciting a cry from her.
“I—I need to be tied up and blindfolded!” she implored.
“After we conclude our activities here. For now, remain as you are,” I commanded as I removed the mitt from between her cheeks and released my hold on her nipple.
I reached for the towel hanging on the rack and laid it on the floor. Then, I took the showerhead and rinsed her back and buttocks. I knelt down and instructed Naomi to spread her legs.
Steam from the warm water had filled the shower as I started to slide my flattened tongue up Naomi’s slit. The lavender scent filled my nostrils as I swirled my tongue over her clit, then back down. With my hands, I lightly massaged her thighs as I gently sucked her puffy labia.
She pushed back, wanting my tongue to penetrate her pussy, I had something else in mind. In one long stroke of my tongue, I reached her clit and sucked it. At the same time, I moved my left hand from her thigh while still massaging her right thigh. When she felt my middle finger push past the labia, she let out a loud squeal of surprise.
“Please, Toby, I can’t take anymore. Let me come.” She pleaded as she pushed back even harder.
Upon hearing the desperation in her voice, I crooked my finger. While I rubbed the G-spot, I sucked and flicked my tongue over her clit. With my right hand still on her thigh, I felt small tremors as Naomi’s orgasm began to build.
I gently pulled her clit while swirling my tongue around it. Simultaneously, I alternated between rubbing and flicking her G-spot. She pushed back harder, urging me to finger her more intensely. The scent of lavender and her natural essence spurred me on.
I moved my finger against the G-spot more quickly while swirling my tongue clockwise, then counterclockwise around her clit. Throughout, I gradually increased the pressure.
I reveled in Naomi's taste and scent as she moaned and groaned loudly, filling the shower. Her tremors had now consumed her entire body, drawing her closer to her climactic moment.
“Toby, God yes! I'm cumming!" She screamed between moans and groans.
Her voice resonated in the shower and drifted out into the bathroom and beyond. I stood up immediately, wrapping my arms around her. She had her hands on the grab bar as she recovered from her orgasm.
After Naomi recovered, she let go of the grip bar and turned to face me. She offered her hands, and I held them in mine as I rose to my feet. We embraced, and she whispered in my ear, “Thank you, I really needed that.”
I whispered back, “We aren't finished yet,” before kissing her.
I rose to my feet and stepped off the towel, and Naomi used her foot to slide the towel back. She then knelt. I needed no invitation and stepped forward. I grasped the grab bar with my hands and felt her hand caressing my hairless balls. I looked down and watched the circumcised glans disappear into her mouth.
“Ahhh, Naomi. Your mouth feels amazing.” I groaned as she slowly swirled her tongue over the glans.
While she was taking the head into her mouth, she wrapped her right hand around the shaft. With a corkscrew motion, Naomi slid her hand up, then down the pulsating shaft. I felt Naomi's other hand squeeze my balls as she slid her mouth down the shaft. Her hand slipped from the shaft and the entire eight inches disappeared in her mouth and down her throat.
That was all it took, “Here comes the man cream!” I cried out as my balls emptied themselves. The cream shot down her throat. Naomi slid her mouth back along the shaft but kept the glans in her mouth. The last three spurts and her mouth was filled with the thick fluid. She looked up, opened her mouth and swallowed with a loud gulp.
Naomi rose to her feet, took hold of the shower gel, and proposed, “Let us freshen up and then head downstairs for a meal.”
After we had cleansed each other and dried ourselves, we proceeded to the kitchen. We enjoyed a meal of crab salad accompanied by a glass of white wine.
Subsequently, we made our way back to the bedroom. I instructed Naomi to stand at the foot of the bed while I approached the bedside table. I opened the drawer and retrieved a black satin mask. I returned to Naomi and placed the mask over her eyes, ensuring they were completely covered.
“Do not move; I will return shortly," I stated with firmness and authority.
I went back to the bedside table, where I took a bottle of lube, followed by three lengths of cotton rope. I also picked up a pillow.
“Before you ask, Jon had told me about your desire to be blindfolded and restrained,” I said as I walked back over to her.
“I’ll have to remember to thank Jon.”
“I’m placing a pillow on the floor for you to kneel on. You will not talk from this point on.” I said in a commanding voice.
Next, I turned Naomi so she faced the bed. I then helped her kneel on the pillow. I secured each ankle to the legs of the bed with a slip knot.
“Bend down, lie on the bed, and put your hands behind you.”
When I had secured her wrists, I returned to the bedside table and retrieved a feather, a bottle of lube, and a remote control egg. I returned to Naomi and began with the feather. I lightly traced her body, following each sensuous curve. Knowing she is ticklish, I moved down her right leg and tickled her toes. Naomi squirmed as I moved to her left foot, then up her leg. I repeated this three more times before moving on.
I took the feather and gently tickled her nose, then traced it down the graceful arch of her back. As I continued teasing her with the feather, I positioned myself behind her. I took hold of my cock, and I rubbed her slit. With each movement, I pressed the tip between her swollen labia.
At this point, she was in hysterics, thrashing about as best she could. When I entered her, she gasped, and I stopped using the feather. I grabbed her hips, and with one thrust, my pelvis pressed against her.
“Ugh,” she grunted as I thrust deeply into her.
I held still for a moment, then grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back. I lightly smacked both ass cheeks as I began fucking her. Her moans, groans, and grunts grew louder; Naomi pushed back, trying to take me deeper in her pussy. The bed shook, and the room was getting hot as the two of us rode toward our climaxes.
I glanced at the clock on the bedside table; Naomi and I had been going at it for ten minutes. She yelled out, “I can feel your cock throbbing; fill me with your cum!”
I smacked her ass hard. “No talking, remember?”
“Ouch! That did it, I'm cumming!” She cried out.
“Aarrgghh, get ready. Here it comes!” I cried out at the same time as Naomi.
We reached our peaks together. Her pussy constricted around my cock as I ejaculated inside her. I eventually pulled out of her. I then placed the remote control egg inside her.
“What is the...”
Naomi could not finish. I adjusted the egg to its maximum setting.
“Oh my, Toby. What on earth?”
I stayed quiet while applying lube to my cock. I then used it on her anal entrance.
“Are you going to...”
I cut her off, stating, “Yes, I am.”
When I pushed my cock into her anus, the sensation of the egg through the thin membrane was unbelievable. I knew I wouldn't last long, and neither would Naomi. I no longer cared if she said anything, and there was no way she would be able to stay quiet. Once again, I looked over at the clock. We had been going at it for another five minutes before our orgasms ripped through us.
“Oh my, this feels amazing, Toby. I'm getting close to finishing,” Naomi said between grunts.
“Yes, it's amazing, Naomi. I’m right there with you.” I groaned between breaths.
Our bodies trembled more profoundly than at any previous moment as our orgasms reverberated through us. I fell onto Naomi for a brief period. Afterward, while I was still recuperating, I switched off the remote control. I lifted myself, extracted the egg from her vagina, and then untied the rope from her wrist, followed by the bindings around her ankles. Naomi had taken off the mask, and I assisted her in standing up.
I picked her up in my arms, walked to the side of the bed, and gently laid her down. I joined her and we cuddled in the spoon position. The last thing I remember was her asking what time my first class was. I told her at eight in the morning.
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