“Those are beautiful!” Jill says, looking at Marsha’s glazed mint green manicure. 

“Thank you!” Marsha answers and asks, “What did you do?”

“Same old, basic with a nude finish.  It’s still gardening season,” Jill replied.  “Our pedi chairs are ready for us.”

The two friends sit in adjacent high-back chairs. Jill‘s eyes approvingly survey the slim-fitting shorts of the buff male attendants, along with the short skirts adorning the female staff.  Everybody looks so hot!  I see why this place is hard to get into.

“Well?” Marsha asks.

“Well, what?” Jill looks at Marsha, giggling, and says, “It’s crazy!  First, I want to thank you! You weren’t kidding when you said they are good!  My guy, X, is a Jedi Sex Wizard!”

“I told you they were pros!” Marsha interjects.

“Unbelievable!” Jill exclaims.  “Just like you said, the freaking blindfold adds a whole new dimension. But more than that, it’s like the guy knows me! Like he’s always known me.”

“Nice!” Marsha whispers as two female pedicurists approach and sit, sorting through nail files and an assortment of polishes at their station; their nametags read, ‘Suzy’ and ‘Astrid’. Marsha mouths to Jill, “But how is the dick?”

Jill, shaking her head, mouthing back, “I don’t know!” moving her palm in front of her chest, “I only felt it outside his pants!”

“What?” Marsha asks in a shocked, loud voice. 

Both pedicurists both look up, quizzically. 

“Sorry,” Marsha continues.  “My girl Jill here is tiptoeing back into the dating world.”

Jill’s attendant, Suzy, asks, “Have you two known each other a long time?”   

“Long enough to remember the Spring Break when this one was kissing every Fort Lauderdale cop we came across!” Jill says, tilting her head towards Marsha.

“What?” Marsha says.  “Jill stole a hat from a lifeguard, then returned it later - in his shower, wearing just his hat!”

Suzy, examining Jill’s foot in her hands, says coyly, “Sounds like we have some fun and naughty today.”

Jill, looking at her outstretched foot, can’t help but notice that Suzy is not wearing panties, her beautiful pink folds of pussy magnificently splayed out before her eyes.  So, it’s what they are NOT wearing that packs them in here.

Jill replies, “That was a very, very long time ago. “

Astrid chimes in, “Well, my mother always said we wouldn’t be the women we are today if we hadn’t done all the things we’d done.”

Suzy, now with her other foot in her hands, looks directly at Jill, with a sense of captivated awe, “You are so beautiful.  Your eyes are…sparkling emeralds!” 

It’s been a long time since I‘ve been flirted with like this, Jill thinks to herself and smiles. She shifts her gaze from Suzy’s eyes to her pussy, and then slowly back to her gaze. “Thank you. Actually, I have another date this evening.”

“You didn’t tell me that!” Marsha exclaims.

Jill smiles, keeping her eyes locked on the flirty pedicurist’s seductive gaze, “I’ll keep you posted.”  After a pregnant pause full of curious possibilities, she turns her look toward Marsha, adding with a smile, “On a need-to-know basis, of course.”

As the two friends walk out of the spa, Marsha asks, “Oh! I meant to ask before the girls showed up, “Did you get a gift box?”

“Yesss! He left it at the end of the second date!” Jill whispers and looks around.  “Butt plugs and condoms! But we never got to them!”

Like a witch contemplating which spell to cast, Marsha brings her palms and wiggling fingers together, “Oooh, maybe tonight, my pretty!” They both giggle and walk toward their cars.

“Ding.” X’s phone announces the ‘OK’ and he rings the doorbell, letting himself in. Stepping into the foyer of Jill’s home, he is immediately struck by a seductive dance of flickering shadows and wafting scent from the lit candles that adorn each step leading up the staircase. On the top landing, blindfolded Jill waits in an oversized Oxford-style shirt secured with a single button.  

“Good evening, Mrs. Robinson. You look quite fetching this evening.  Lovely ambience.”

“Thank you.  She replies, “Please, I want you to call me Jill.”   

“Very well, Jill,” he responds and asks, “Shall I join you?”

“Of course,” she answers, “Yes, please come up.”

With his always-present bag of goodies in hand, X proceeds up the stairs.  Jill’s blind anticipation builds mercilessly with his slow, deliberate ascension. Upon reaching Jill, he takes her by the elbow and guides her three paces away from the top step, and checks that the blindfold is secure.  “Very nice,” he says.

 She turns back toward him, raising her arms to wrap them securely around his neck.  Jill runs her tongue over X’s lips, delighting in every touch of hair around his mouth.  Her slow, deliberate kisses transition to sucking on his lower lip, then latching on with her teeth. 

X moans with deep appreciation.  “I’m glad you called,” he whispers into her busy mouth.

“Mmmm,” Jill moans in response. 

X extricates his lip, whispering, “Do you fancy a go on the banister? Or is there another location you have in mind?” 

“Mmmmm,” Jill purrs with playful curiosity.  “Raincheck on the banister.”

With one swift motion, X’s arm sweeps behind her knees and picks her up in both arms, asking, “Where are we going?”

“Ooooh!” Jill exclaims, “I wasn’t expecting this.  Very nice.”  Impressive, she thinks to herself. “Second door on the right.”

X crosses the threshold of what appears to be a guest room, nicely appointed with a king-size bed, satin sheets, and pillowcases. A silky duvet cover lies across the foot of the bed. There is a small writing desk, an overstuffed reading chair, and a nightstand with a lamp. As X moves to the bedside, he silently observes condom packages at the base of the lamp. 

“I’m going to lay you on the bed,” he says.

“Thank you,” she replies, smiling as she is laid out, her head softly lands on a pillow. 

X kisses Jill on the forehead, then strokes her hair.  “I’m folding up the duvet and placing it on the desk.  I’m going to get my bag. I’ll be right back, OK?”

“OK,” she responds. 

X returns, the soft thud of the bag hitting the Turkish area rug sends a tickle to Jill’s pussy.  Her nipples stiffen against shirt; it is the one remaining article of Bill’s wardrobe.  X bends over to kiss Jill again, this time on the mouth, his left hand touching her shoulder, his right hand sliding down her right side, his hand stopping to circle his grazing thumb over her covered nipple. 

Jill slides toward the center of the bed, takes a deep breath, and pulls her knees up slightly. X takes the cue to slide in next to her, smoothing his hand over her hip and down the front of her left leg.  He reverses direction. This time, his now familiar graze of fingertips courses up her inner thigh all the way to…He pauses.  “Would you like me to undress for you?”

Jill’s brain scrambles.  As his finger’s devilish pause at the top of her thigh has her pussy pulsating with anxious anticipation of his fingers plunging into her wetness, the notion of his nakedness pressed against her aroused state surprisingly makes patience the preferred path.

“Yes. I want to feel you naked next to me,” she whispers.

“Very well,” he responds, getting off the bed to undress.

The unmistakable sound of X’s belt buckle being unfastened triggers Jill’s nervous system, causing her nipples to stiffen and pussy to quiver.    In her blindfolded state, she squirms with the thought of the spanking she asked for and received during their last session.  God, that was hot! she says to herself.

Jill sits up and hungrily pulls the shirt front apart, popping the single button in the air.  Sorry about the shirt, Billy Boy, but I know you love this for me.

She pulls the shirt off and discards it to the side. Now, but for her blindfold, Jill is sprawled out and awaiting her the embrace of her naked lover.

The sound of X’s bag zipper sliding open pierces the steamy darkness. 

“Mmmm,” Jill purrs with curiosity.

“Something for a little later,” X responds, sliding onto the bed, the couple turns on their sides facing one another, X sliding his arm behind her neck. 

The pace and passion of their making out quickened, Jill not wasting time finding his bare, naked cock.  Finally! It’s bigger naked! She thinks to herself. X’s right hand re-familiarizes itself with her breasts and slides down her waist.  He cups her buttock and squeezes strongly, then delivers a gentle, upward slap. 

The stinging sensation on the tip of his ring finger surprises him. Is she… He slides his palm over her bum once again, this time exploring a bit further down, until he feels the round base protruding from her bung hole. 

“You’re packing a butt plug.  Is this from the gift set?” he asks quietly.

“Yes,” giggling.  It’s been a while.”

“Very nice.  May I ask which size?

“The middle one.  The small one was, you know, a little small.”

“Nice. I understand.  You deserve a reward for your willingness,” says X. “I’d like to suggest we move forward with a little twist.”

“Mmmmm,” replies Jill with her familiar purr, trusting X’s skillfulness to back up his talk.

“I have a headband outfitted with sound-cancelling headphones,” X begins. “I personally find it very comfortable and trust it will add a welcome dimension to our experience.   Dark silence can get overwhelming.  If that happens, focus on your breathing.  OK?”

“Yes.”

“While I will urge you to push through any discomfort, please rest assured that I will be present the entire time and 100 percent focused on your safety.   All the rules of engagement stay the same.  When you say stop, we stop.  I am here for you. Do you understand?”

Her head resting on his arm, Jill lies in a blissful state: One hand around a hard cock, the other on a face, her thumb gently stroking a bearded chin.  Jill answers, “Yes. I’d like to try that. But I want to lie here with you for a few minutes first.” 

“Of course.”  

Naked, Jill lies alone in the middle of the king-size bed, enveloped in a cocoon of dark silence.   Following X’s direction, she scans her body for sensations.  OK breathe. Slowly.  Breathe in, breathe out.  My freshened feet are melting into the cool sheets.  Calves are relaxed.  Is that an air current tickling my thighs? Now it’s licking my pussy, and my nipples.  My bunghole pulses with every heartbeat. Breathe.  Breathe.  I’m floating.  With every breath I expand. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

Jill blissfully floats in silent darkness without regard to time or space.

X presses play on his phone and crawls onto the bed at Jill’s feet, placing his hands around Jill’s ankles. 

Jill quietly gasps as X’s first touch is perfectly synchronized with the opening piano notes, breaking her silence with ivory keys. I’ll Always Go Back to that Church from The English Patient soundtrack is the perfect instrumental from her favorite movie. Without thinking, she pulls her ankles closer and lets her knees fall away. Oh, that air tickles my pussy so nicely! Jill instinctively moves her hand toward her steamy honeypot, but refrains, resting it instead beside. 

His fingertips graze down her inner thighs towards Jill’s expectant crucible, now aching. As his thumbs reach her perineum, he adds pressure along the rim of the glass plug, massaging her perineum in slow, rhythmic circles. 

Feeling dirty and sacred, Jill struggles to concentrate.  While the music beckons flashbacks of forbidden love between Kip and Hana, and Katherine and Laszlo, her full body quivers at X’s skillful touch; she lets a hard breath escape.  Her fully exposed pussy and plugged bung hole are pulsating with anticipation.

X slides a finger into the bottom of her pussy, redirecting his massaging circle through the perineal wall against the glass plug in her ass.

“Ooooo,” Jill whispers.  In her disoriented mind, she wonders, “Is that my out loud voice?”

X slips a second finger in, doubling Jill’s Ground Zero of pleasure.  Oh my God, she whimpers to herself, I hate how much I love good butt play.  

X slowly extracts his gooey fingers from her pussy, then grabs her legs up to put a pillow beneath her bottom.   He leans in and presses his tongue into the bottom of her wet, aching pussy. With the tip of his tongue, he traces the edges of her outer lips up one side, over the hood of her clit, then back down the other side.

“Oh God! Jill says strongly. “Please suck me! Please. Please. Please suck my pussy!” as she reaches to grab the back of his head, pulling him tighter to her pussy.  X responds with a puff of cool air, then shifts his teasing attention back to her taint.  His face slides up again and skillfully sucks in the entirety of the sopping wet fleshiness that is Jill’s lips and clitoris. Trapping them into an airtight lip-lock, X closes his teeth gently,

“Ohhhhh…” Jill moans, her hips roll side-to-side on the pillow, the soundtrack continuing.  His bite and his beard are perfect! She thinks as she continues grinding into his face, now pinching her nipple with her free hand.

Jill is losing her mind.  She cannot see. She cannot hear anything but the seductive soundtrack. The sensual pain of her pinched nipple perfectly complements and accentuates the ecstatic divinity radiating from the core of her soul.

X’s rhythmic sucking keeps her at a near peak of pleasure.  It could have been seconds; it could have been minutes; Jill was already totally absorbed and lost in X’s proficiency when she was surprised as two fingers glide into her and hook onto her G-spot. Jill’s back arches, her thighs squeeze down on X’s ears, and she reflexively twists her body to one side.

His consistent, rhythmic rubbing of her G-spot, along with the sucking of her clit, keeps Jill moaning and breathing hard.

X knows he has Jill right where he wants her.  Jill is almost where she wants to be. 

X senses Jill’s body tense, her mouth wide open but not breathing, signaling the approach of a runaway freight train.  I think it’s time, he says to himself. While maintaining suction on her clit with his mouth and steady, pressured strokes on her G-spot with his right hand, X inserts the middle finger of his left hand into the bottom of her pussy, rubbing the perineal wall against the smooth glass butt plug.

Stars and bright lights fill Jill’s field of vision as she careens through the veritable washing machine of the universe. Her screams become louder and louder as X’s unrelenting assault on tens of thousands of nerve endings continues.  Jill instinctively tries to twist and writhe away from X’s death grip on her body, but he strives to maintain contact on her hot spots as best he can.  

X finally releases his death grip on Jill’s hypersensitive and sated pussy, raises his sticky fingers to his goatee, and rubs in the sacred residue.  He reaches up to remove the headphones, then slides up to spoon their naked bodies together.  

After Jill’s heaving chest settles, X whispers, “Hey, Mrs. Robinson, are you back with us?” 

“I thought you might need to peel me off the ceiling!” Jill says with a giggle. She rolls toward X, pushing him onto his back, straddling him. Then she says, “I need to kiss you.”

Leaning down for a hard, hungry kiss, Jill hungrily delights in the taste of her sex both in his mouth and on his beard.   

Jill reaches toward the nightstand.  X asks, “What are you doing?” 

“Getting a condom.”

“I can take care of that,” X responds, reaching for one of the packages.

“Give it to me, please,” Jill demands.

Jill pulls the condom from the wrapper, then says, “I haven’t used this trick in a while; let’s see how I do.” Jill puts the condom in her mouth, then slides down X’s body, taking his hard cock into her hands. She leans down and slowly unrolls the condom over his cock using only her lips and tongue. 

“I told you, call me Jill.”