I went to switch the hallway light on but it was blown. I Stopped for a second in the doorway, uneasy in the dark, knowing my boyfriend was at work until much later that evening. Catching myself and silently reprimanding myself for being silly, I started down the hallway letting the door close behind me.
I got the sensation I wasn't alone before I heard his footsteps on the floorboards, or felt him come at me from behind. He must have been hiding in the bedroom just inside the front door, waiting for the front door to close so he could sneak up behind me. It was not aggressive, but forceful, one hand had come around my waist, the other to cover my mouth and I was pushed against the wall of the hallway. As he used the weight of his body to hold me against the wall he whispered in my ear "Don't make a sound." They would be the only words he would speak to me. The familiar voice made me relax, it was just as we had planned. I had initially been concerned that it would take away from the fantasy if I knew the whole time that it was just role play, yet here I was, completely aware that the situation was not real, though my heart was beating as though it was.
The gag came around to cover my mouth and a blindfold over my eyes. He took my hands in his and tied them together so there was just enough slack to allow for an arguable level of comfort, yet not so much that I would be able to wriggle my hands out in any hurry. As he held my bound hands in his for just a second, I became aware of the front of his body so close it was almost touching mine. His breath lightly brushed my neck as he played his role to perfection. I immediately began to struggle against his body, it was useless, but I couldn't just surrender to him now could I?
"Shhhh, shhh" he whispered in my ear from behind, softly and with a certain sort of tenderness... Then suddenly I was being ushered down the hallway, the blindfold accentuated the sound of my heels on the wooden floorboards below me. I heard a door close behind me and it echoed in my head signifying that any opportunity of refuge slammed shut with the sound of that door. He pulled me in close, one arm around my waist so I could feel him pressing against my back body, the other brushing my dark hair away from my neck tilting it, to leave it exposed to him. I felt his nose gently caressing the back of my neck, feel his breath, the softness of his lips brushing over the curve of my neck, not kissing me, just moving his head from side to side, so I could feel how smooth his lips were, accentuated by the tiny hairs of my neck standing up on end...
Then again, I was being dragged and he took my bound hands and raised them above my head, he was standing in front of me, fiddling with something above our heads, his face almost touching mine and as his hands came down mine stayed, held fast above my head. I could feel him looking at me through the blindfold and hear him breathing.
His breaths were deeper now and I could sense that he was starting to get excited by the thrill of what he was doing and I was left hanging, literally almost, for his next touch... it was the darkness and the not knowing what was happening to me, that made the spaces between his touch an eternity. There was assurance in his touch, because in its absence my mind played a million scenarios, killing me slowly with the foreboding of what could be next. When he was touching me I at least knew where he was and what he was doing.
Then they came, his hands were on me, they started at the flesh of my upper arms, exposed by the black short-sleeved, wrap dress I was wearing. Softly, his hands caressed the sensitive skin of the upper arm, rarely exposed to the world but exposed to him with my arms held firmly in the air. His hands began to slowly make their way down the length of my torso, more on the back side of my body then the front, the edges of his thumbs brushing just outside the curve of my breast, over the strap of my bra, my waist, my hips, my thighs.
He moved so slowly, I had no choice but to feel everything, my senses were heightened due to the blindfold, the thin fabric of my dress and the fact that I was bound, leaving me unable to fight... or reciprocate. He moved in closer now and as his hands moved back up my thighs, I felt the fabric of the dress slide up smoothly over the sheer stockings I had underneath. Up and down they moved, taking the dress with them and letting it fall. I could feel his eyes on my chest, my dress wasn’t low-cut but it did frame the shape of my breasts well and the slight V-neck would have been a leading invitation. I knew my thoughts to be confirmed by his audible breath that burned through the fabric of the dress that hugged my curves; and as he took a deep breath I found my chest responding to him, expanding with my own breath almost as if to subtly present myself to him.
His hands loosened at my thighs, allowing my dress to drop softly against my stockings again, and I felt them softly travel up, grazing my front towards my waist, coming to find the sash that held my dress in place. I felt the pull of the sash, felt it pull around my back waist for just a second until the knot of the bow came free. Then I felt the whole dress start to come loose, felt it drape softly at my cleavage, my breasts just barely holding the dress in place. It opened just a touch down the front in a way that would have allowed him to see an inch-wide line of flesh down the front of my body between my bra and the line of my stockings.
And again, I was waiting for his touch, that eventually came in the form of both his hands, first on my neck, then softly down my décolletage. The backs of his fingers stopped for a moment and then brushed the material of the dress to the outer edges of my breasts, the skin of his fingers leaving a trail of sensation across the flesh that was busting out of my strapless bra… then again, that breath, drinking me in.
I was exposed now… waiting for his touch, my breathing becoming more pronounced as if to set my bust free to invite him to touch me again, and my dress now completely open and draped down the sides of my body. Forming the curtains to my naked torso, my sheer dark stockings, and a pair of barely there black underpants that were becoming increasingly warm to touch. I didn’t so much hear him step back as I felt it. Like a softening of the energy that was building like a vortex between us, all senses heightened because one simple sense had been extinguished.
He had stepped back to look me up and down, it was only a number of seconds but it felt like forever. He came to his knees before me, and again his hands were on the backs of my thighs, making full contact, gliding over the curve of my arse under the back of my dress that I could still feel lightly hanging against my back body. His breath, now in line with the heat that I could feel pulsing between my legs. He was breathing me in again, smelling me, if he had not known that my body was urging him on before, he would know now, he was too close to the heat not to sense the fire that was forming inside of me.
His forehead was now resting on the area between my navel and my pussy, his hands running up and down the length of my legs and his breath on my pussy just creating more heat. I couldn’t believe it but found myself thinking that if I had not been gagged I would have just begged him to fuck me. His head, still resting against me, my breath heavy, and his hands edging up my torso, past the line of my stockings to touch the bare flesh of my side waste… 'please touch my breasts, please touch my breasts', I found myself saying in my head, but he didn’t.