Samantha was tired. Too much work, too housework, too many things to worry about and too little good hard loving was wearing her out. Now at last she had an evening all to herself. No hubby, no cooking, no ironing, just pizza, wine and bed. All alone. She slowly climbed the stairs and entered her bedroom to total darkness, feeling for the light switch behind the open door as she slipped off her short robe, her head nicely fuzzing from the rather nice little bottle of red, her limbs moving languidly, her body ready to slip into slumber. Her hand reached for the light switch and instead found naked flesh. She was so shocked she didn't even cry out as a soft hand took hers and slowly slid up her arm light as a feather.
For a moment her hand pulled back, then tried to fumble towards the light switch, her swirling a little with the sudden shock clashing with her fatigue and wine head, but a strong hand took hers, gently. The hand moved all the way up her arm and round the back of her neck and pulled her towards this figure in the dark, closing the door behind her. She felt her body make contact, breasts suddenly brushing against a male chest, thighs touching thighs.
The arms wrapped around her running softly down her back, from the base of her skull, down the centre of her spine, slowly trailing down and round her arse. Although she could not see the face of the man in her bedroom, she was drawn slowly and gently to the edge of the bed and lowered onto her back, the hands roaming over her in slow rhythmic movements which seemed to melt wherever they touched. She lost contact for a second, blinking hard to adjust to the meagre dark warmth of the bedroom, and in the darkness felt a soft scarf being laid over her eyes and tied round the back of her head to form a blindfold.
What am I doing? She thought to herself as her eyes closed behind the blindfold. This could be anyone... But she did not resist, her body and mind suddenly losing their tension, she surrendered. The strong, warm hands roaming expertly across her naked body were somehow beguiling and she felt herself submitting completely. Soon, she was sizzling with anticipation as his hands ran over her body, down the legs and back up, sooooooo slowly and softly, barely touching her skin as fingertips stroked very slowly up her inner thigh, stopping frustratingly short, then repeating with the other thigh, so light, so gentle, leaving her unsure if she was imagining the caresses and this were some sort of pizza-wine dream. She had certainly been having some naughty dreams recently, her mind and body crying out for the attention she had been missing so keenly, but this was... something else. Was this real? she wondered in the dark, the softness covering her eyes inducing a false security of dreaming, despite his... hands on her...
The hands continued round her shoulders and down to her wrists, caressing the sensitive skin on the inside of her elbow on the way, drawing sighs of pleasure from sweet, surrendered Samantha, sighs that reverberated down to the pit of her stomach. After a few minutes of divine touch, his hands gently took the wrists and drew her arms up above her head. She felt soft fabric being wrapped around both wrists, being tied loosely so as not to hurt her delicate skin. She was now blind, bound and naked with a strange man in her room. And she was completely complicit, surrendered.
His hands ran all the way down to her ankles where the operation was repeated, first one ankle on a bedpost, then the other. She was helpless to these silent, soft, gentle hands, they roamed over her, exploring every inch, barely touching sometimes, firm other times with nails slowly dragging over her skin, causing her to shudder and moan with desire. She felt lips press against her breasts, a wet tongue flicking around the underside of her bare swell of tender skin, lips brushing the now erect nipples, suddenly the gentle tongue was replaced by teeth, gently biting her nipple, then sucking hard, kicking her desire up a few notches from a warm melt to scorching, burning desire. She felt no need to struggle or complain, this was what she wanted more than anything, seduction, anticipation, submission. Spread-eagled and naked, she was ready to allow him any pleasure.
His tongue continued to wander over her flesh, but he was silent as he enjoyed her body. All she could do was lie back and feel, allow him to use her and to take her pleasure from his touch, her mouth open slightly, her tongue flicking over her red lips, her chest rising and falling, she was lost in a darkness of sensual pleasures. She felt a jolt like lightning when his tongue suddenly slipped between her spread thighs, licking her clit and around the tops of her thighs, she cried out for it to return where she needed it, but she felt a finger rest against her lips and a soft voice whispered 'Not yet'.
She felt his hands loosening the bonds at her ankles and was puzzled. Surely he isn't finished already, she thought, desperately wanting more, needing more.
My god, what am I doing? she thought. A tied, naked plaything for... who? His hands rolled her tenderly onto her stomach and after re-tying her ankles, began giving her back the same treatment, soft caresses running up and down her naked back and legs, sparking like sensual electricity wherever they went. His mouth made contact with her spine and she thought she would come there and then, it slowly worked its way down her back lingering on the base of her spine flicking around the curve of her arse, then continuing down the back of her legs to her knees where again it gave special treatment. Every touch now seared her skin, scorched through her body to her soul.
His hands stroked more eagerly now, firmly up the back of her naked thighs and into the globes of her arse, massaging and squeezing strongly, spending a delicious age on her arse alone, then spreading her cheeks apart, to enable his tongue push into the wet patch developing between her legs. A gasp escaped from her when he forced his hand beneath her and pushed between her pussy lips to work on her clit, soaking his fingers with her juices and stroking her wet clit as his tongue circled and probed her tight little arsehole, causing her to jump in surprise and, it had to be said, a little alarm. But his expert fingers working her clit, straying into her wet hole, then back to her clit as his tongue gently licked her arse was making her moan.
The gasps coming from Samantha now verged on screams of pleasure, so he quickly released her ankles once more and flipped her onto her back. They both knew there was no need to re-tie them again, Samantha's legs spread wide instantly to allow his tongue complete access to her throbbing clit. He immediately fell between her spread thighs and began lashing her wetness with his tongue, whilst his expert fingers slipped inside her, bringing her to orgasm almost immediately as his tongue rolled slowly over her clit, parting her lips to circle the small nub, then building a slow rhythm back and forward. Fingers probed deep inside her just as his mouth stopped licking and sucked her now tender clit inside his mouth, biting gently and sucking as he had her nipples....
This new sensation was too much and Samantha succumbed, feeling waves of orgasm crashing over her, drowning her in ecstasy. Her whole body juddered as she came.
