Simon and Emma had become very good neighbours during the harshest of lockdowns, but they always abided by the law, and maintained their distance. They regularly showed off to each other from their adjacent balconies, and it emerged that Emma was an avid reader of Simon's erotic writings on a popular website.

When it became possible for them to meet with less restriction, they obviously wanted to take advantage of the changes to the full. The changes would come into effect in the next few days, allowing them to meet in private as designated friends.

It was a big step, though, to move from mutual exhibitionism across the void between their balconies, to closer real physical contact. They decided to plan their encounters in some detail, discussing their likes and dislikes along the way, but the very first decision was where they should meet – in Emma's apartment, or Simon's?

They realised that they had only explored each other using their senses of sight and hearing, so far, though that had been extensive and repeated exploration, leaving very little unseen or unsaid. Their senses of touch, taste and scent were yet to be explored.

Their discussions led them to the view that Simon should first visit Emma in her 'safe territory', and explore the sensual opportunities for tasting, smelling and touching each other, before committing to full sexual intercourse in any way. Neither of them had had experience of many partners, and in both cases they had not had full sex for many months before lockdown; Simon at a Christmas party last year and Emma on her last Summer holiday.

Emma was particularly keen for Simon to demonstrate the oral skills he claimed in his stories, and of course, Simon was not averse to Emma showing her skills too. So it was agreed that their first full encounter should be oral, and in Emma's apartment. They had watched each other masturbate so many times now, that they felt they knew how and where each of them would like to be touched and pleasured. They did not want to use vibes or any other aids, only each other's fingers, mouths and bodies.

One thought Emma had was that they had watched each other so often, and so closely, that she would like to take that sense out of the equation, and focus her attention primarily on touch. She admitted to a fantasy of being blindfold, while Simon explored her body, but felt that it would be difficult for her to restrain herself unless she was actually restrained to some degree. She had drawers full, she said, of silk scarves which could become useful in that way.

She felt more comfortable to be in her own apartment, allowing Simon to treat her in such a fashion, and was confident that he would release her instantly if she asked.

Simon agreed that he would enjoy reciprocal treatment too, on the same conditions, and they set a time for him to visit her in the following days.

Their first physical encounter.

They were both very surprised how extraordinarily nervous they felt in advance of this meeting- after all, they had watched each other masturbate so frequently now, and knew each other's bodies intimately, though only through the sense of sight and at some distance.

Both of them showered meticulously, and Emma shaved herself completely smooth, as though she were preparing herself for sacrificial offering to a god. Perhaps that was what she felt? The ritual of shaving herself in anticipation was enough in itself to bring her to a private climax in her bathroom.

They both dressed in loose clothing, ready to be easily cast aside.

When Simon arrived at Emma's apartment, they wasted no time in casting their clothes aside- after all, they had seen each other naked on so many occasions that there was no sense of embarrassment. However, the distance they had maintained between balconies meant that they had NOT been able to study every detail before.

For example, only now could Simon see that she had the most beautiful green eyes, and her dark, shoulder-length hair was actually a composite of colours, seemingly brown at a distance, but containing streaks of natural red and blonde in the mix. Her skin was lightly tanned, and he noted the light sun-freckles scattered across her nose and cheeks. She was very shapely, with ample breasts and slim waist spreading to wider hips. Her familiar brown nipples were already erect. He immediately noted, though he could not yet see clearly, that she had now shaved herself smooth, presumably in readiness for his close oral attention.

Likewise, she could now see that he had hazel brown eyes, and his long hair fell in ringlets to his shoulders. He was taller than her, and slim-built, with a flat belly between prominent hip-bones. He had shaved his 'lockdown stubble' to smooth his chin, but his chest was naturally hairless and his muscles well-defined under his smooth skin. His familiar cock hung down between his thighs, waiting to grow in preparation for its moment of glory. His fingers were long and elegant, perfectly manicured, and she tensed inside at the thought of them exploring her body.

After these initial moments of mutual study, they grinned widely at each other and stepped closer. When Simon reached out to touch Emma, there was a moment just before their fingertips met, when a spark seemed to jump between them. She gasped, then threw herself towards him, wrapping her arms around him, and they pressed close in a full-body embrace. It was such a delicious feeling to touch another naked human body again, and especially one they desired so much.

Simon's cock began to respond immediately, but they separated and Emma led him to her bedroom, where silk scarves aplenty were laid out by her bed. On the bedside table were two pairs of noise-cancelling earbuds, ready to use when required.

“I know we planned this, Simon, but I am a little nervous about being restrained,” said Emma, “It isn't something I've ever done before in reality, but I have read your stories about the pleasure of focusing on the touch of a lover, without any other distractions.”

“It all depends on trust, Emma,” said Simon. “You can be sure I will release you in a moment, if you just ask me to. Tell me what safe-word you want me to recognise... it shouldn't be an everyday word... but something you would never use by accident, or in the heat of the moment.”

“Hmm,” said Emma, “that's more difficult than it sounds! Who knows what I might shout out when you get to work on me!”

Prompted by a decoration on her bedroom wall, she said, “What about 'Pineapple'? I wouldn't shout that by accident!”

Simon agreed, but felt that it was a little long, at three syllables. He suggested that as she seemed to be feeling fruity, something even more exotic than pineapple would work, and offered 'kumquat' as an idea.

Emma laughed and agreed, though she had never eaten a kumquat, and had no idea what it tasted like; but it was certainly a memorable word. Simon had tasted them- a sweet and sour burst of flavour, with an inner pulp similar to sour orange or lemon, inside a sweet skin. Very appropriate, he thought, for the tasty experience he expected tonight.

She sat in the centre of her double bed and put the earbuds nearby, then laid back with her arms and legs spread wide, and watched Simon approach. She could see a distinct swelling of his cock now, though he was by no means as erect as she had seen him in the past; he was focused on his task, she thought.

He chose two colourful, long silk scarves, twirled them into a rope, and folded each in half. Wrapping the folded end around her ankle, he passed the loose ends through the loop, and pulled firmly to capture her; he repeated this procedure with her other ankle, and then with each wrist in turn. She now had a loose scarf around each wrist and ankle.

Before he tied her, he asked if she was sure she wanted him to proceed. Of course, she did, and she seemed impatient now, as her feelings built to fever pitch.

Simon secured the loose ends of each scarf to a corner of the bed, pulling quite tightly, to stretch her limbs but not to strain them. She groaned with anticipation as she realised that she was now helpless, with some, but very little, movement possible.

Simon paused again and asked if she was ready for her sight and sound to be removed as well as her physical mobility. She could only nod, between her gasps of rising passion. He had not even touched her yet, but she already felt her pussy dripping and her body trembling with expectation.

He found the densest black scarf he could, twirled it into a length, and wrapped it gently around her head, covering her eyes and tying it loosely on one side. He checked that she remembered her 'safe word', then he put the noise-cancelling earbuds into her beautifully-shaped ears. There was something erotically appealing about them!

He stroked their complex contours and toyed briefly with her earlobes, and she squeaked when he took each one between his lips and sucked and flicked them with his tongue. She knew this was a foretaste of what was to come, and she almost did come straight away, but managed to hold it back and wait.

She could no longer see, hear or move freely and was entirely at Simon's mercy.

Looking down at her, he was sorely tempted to fuck her immediately, but he was a man of his word. He stood back to study her in closer detail than ever possible before; her smooth, freshly-shaved pussy glistened with oozing dampness, and he noted her prominent outer labia sparkling with drops of dew.

His first touch, to gently part her pussy lips, made her convulse with shock and surprise, because she could see nothing at all, and did not know even where he stood; he was purposely silent as he moved around her.

With two fingers, he parted her outer pussy lips, and used his middle finger to explore more deeply, while his thumb caressed her hard clit. He noted that it was unsheathed and quite long, and thought how much he would enjoy playing with her.

At the same time, he bent his head and she squeaked again as he took each erect nipple between his lips, sucking deeply and swirling his tongue around them.

All this was preamble and preparation. He knew what she really craved from him.

He stood back and waited a moment; she did not know where he was, because she could neither hear nor see, but she was not gagged, and she called out for him again and again. Her body rattled against her bonds and her head thrashed from side to side, until he relented, and she felt his hands on her inner thighs, then his hot breath on her soaking pussy lips; they visibly responded to his breath, but then even more so to the tip of his tongue as it probed between them. He breathed in her scents, and they enervated him.

When his open mouth engulfed her pussy, she screamed and bucked her hips against him, rocking back and forth against his mouth, and the tongue which flickered between his and her lips. She was groaning loudly now, and visibly shaking.

He moved his mouth to focus on her erect clit, sucking it between his lips and licking its length, while one finger, then two, slipped into her slick cunt. He spread them, to open her wider, and pressed his long middle finger deep inside her, swirling around to find her most sensitive spot. He found it.

She screamed again as her body flushed with goosebumps and her hands and feet jerked wildly against the restraint of the silk scarves which held her, and her head rolled from side to side, as though trying to see past the blindfold which kept her in complete darkness. Her climax was intense and long-lasting.

He withdrew his fingers and stood back again, between her spread-eagled feet. He idly stroked his cock, now hard and erect, and stared down at its ultimate goal, her dripping open cunt. He took the opportunity to taste her juices from his fingers. He was not sure he could resist much longer, but he wanted to let Emma recover a little before he continued; she would be much too sensitive to touch for a minute or two, he thought.

He moved around to stand beside her head, and she jumped in shock as he removed her earbuds; he wanted to talk to her now and get her permission for his next actions.

“Emma,” he said, “you seemed to enjoy that! I am finding it difficult to resist fucking you now, but are you ready for that yet?”

“O my God, Simon,” she said, “ I want you so, so much, but I am still too sensitive, I think. While I recover a bit, can I taste you, first?”

Simon turned her head on one side, and with some difficulty he pressed the head of his erect cock against the lips of her mouth. She recognised what was happening, and lifted her head to kiss, lick and suck around the swollen tip, tasting his pre-cum. His salty taste was delicious, but their position was too difficult for him to push inside her mouth, and he stepped aside for a moment.

“Simon,” she said, “without being able to see you, your cock feels even bigger than I have ever seen it! I don't know whether I could take it all in my mouth, but I'd love you to fuck me with it now. I will taste your cum later, perhaps; now I want to feel you fill me with it! But please squeeze it into me slowly at first! I want to feel every inch.”

He knelt between her parted thighs, and forced the head of his cock down, to play it up and down along the length of her gaping pussy lips.

Emma gasped and said, “ I want it inside me, Simon; I want every inch of it!”

He leaned further forwards and located the swollen head at the opening of her cunt, draped around by her wet, trembling lips. Shifting his weight forwards he supported his body above hers, so that their only contact was between his cock and her cunt; then he slowly edged forwards, upwards, inwards. He looked down to watch each inch of his glistening cock disappear steadily inside her, but she could only feel their connection. It was like nothing she had ever experienced before!

When Emma felt his body press firmly against her clit, and the head of his cock press against her cervix, she sighed with the deepest satisfaction. At long, long last, they were fully locked together physically, after all their anticipation over the months.

Simon gently lowered his weight down onto Emma's body, his chest pressing against her breasts, and his mouth against her beautiful ears, while his hard cock remained motionless, deeply embedded inside her. She could feel his steady, warm breathing on her ear and knew that he was preparing himself, but she could not wait.

Her hips began to rock back and forth steadily, rubbing her clit against the root of Simon's cock, while he remained motionless, his weight holding her down.

“Please, Simon, please!” she implored, “Please fuck me at last!”

Simon could hold himself back no longer, and began to slowly withdraw then slowly re-insert his cock, so that both of them could enjoy the sensations of steady, slow fucking. He gradually increased the pace, pressing his body firmly against her clit at the end of each stroke, while she rocked and angled her hips to milk every ounce of pleasure from each long, slow stroke.

As his pace increased, they both began to breathe more deeply, more rapidly. Simon's body moved against Emma's, resting on her breasts and squeezing them up and down, forcing her hard nipples against his chest.

Emma desperately wanted to wrap her arms and legs around Simon's body, to capture him and actively fuck him, but she could not escape from her silk bonds, and her movement was severely limited. She was entirely at his mercy, but it was a delicious pleasure, knowing that he was in complete control.

Simon was thrusting harder and deeper now, lifting his weight from her body, to slam his cock deep into her, clashing against her time and time and time again.

Then he paused, almost fully withdrawn, and said, “Emma, are you ready? My balls are so full, I will have to let loose soon!”

That very thought pushed Emma over the cliff-edge, and she gasped “Yes, Simon, yes! Fuck me and fill me, fill me to overflowing! Fuck me to heaven!”

Simon obeyed as best he could, and thrust hard and deep into her time and time again, until he felt her cunt spasm around his rock hard cock, fluttering and trying to grip him, to hold him still inside her. She was just too wet to be able to do that, but he recognised that her time had come and it was time for him to let loose too.

With one more deep, hard stroke, he pressed against her and stopped still at full depth, while he felt his balls throb and pump spurt after spurt of cum up the length of his shaft, to burst out deep inside her. She screamed with her final, supreme orgasm, built on her previous climax, and her arms and legs strained against her bonds, while her whole body shook. She so much wanted to wrap her arms and legs around him now, that she used her 'safe word' to ask for release.

“Kumquat,” shouted Emma, but the best Simon could do while deeply locked inside her cunt, was to reach up and untie her wrist-bonds. At least that allowed her to enwrap him in her arms and press his body against hers, while she felt his cum overflowing from her pussy. She longed to wrap her legs around him too, but that would have to wait a few moments.

After they had both recovered themselves a little, she released him from her arms, and he slowly withdrew his cock, allowing a flood of cum and pussy juices to flow freely from her. He took the opportunity to release her ankle-bonds too, and they returned to cuddle in the afterglow, wrapping arms and legs around each other.

When Simon released her blindfold, he saw her shining green eyes again, still bright from the passion which flowed from her, with his cum.

“That was the most extraordinary fuck I have ever experienced!” she said, “Thank you so much!”

“I think its my turn next,” grinned Simon. “Perhaps we can meet up in my apartment next time, if you will provide the silk scarves?”

“It will be my pleasure,” said Emma, “and I hope it will be yours too!”