The night air was hot and sticky, causing her dress to cling to every curve of her taut young flesh. Standing in front of the mirror, Alegra looked over her reflection, checking for imperfections which would be evident to her mystery lover. The light from the fireplace danced across the light fabric of her dress, and she could clearly see the outline of her hard nipples through the fabric. The electricity in the air caused her skin to tingle. Her lover would be here any moment and Alegra wanted perfection.
She ran her hand along her flat stomach, savoring the feeling of her hands caressing the silk as it lay against her body. Every thought in her mind was on the man, the mystery man who was going to be with her tonight. They had talked late into the night, his voice touching her soul, arousing her to levels she had never before experienced. He whispered her name at night and she found that the sound of it lingered like a ghost through out her days. Each time the phone rang, she found her heart beat quickening, her nipples becoming hard and tight, and her arousal evident in the dampness that grew from deep inside of her.
The man spoke of things he wanted to do to her, with her and have her do to him. He talked of things that Alegra had never before experienced and he urged her to vocalize her own fantasies and experiences. At 22 years old, Alegra's fantasies far outweighed her experiences and that seemed to spur the man's desires even further. He wanted her to be new and to be fresh, so that he could mould her into the perfect sexual vixen. She wanted someone who would teach her, guide her, someone who would show her pleasure and take her to new levels that she had never before experienced. The man was him.
Hearing footsteps on the walkway, Alegra snapped out of her momentary dream and cautiously walked toward the door. Without waiting for him to knock, she opened the door and for the first time saw the face of the man who had haunted her dreams for months. He stepped inside, not uttering a word, and turned Alegra so that her back was towards him. He quickly surveyed the woman who stood before him. Her body was small, athletic, tight in all the right places. Her long dark hair hung loose around her shoulders and he brushed it aside so that he could see the length of her long, creamy neck. He pressed his lips softly to her hot flesh, and he felt her body quiver beneath his kiss. A quiet moan escaped her lips, and she leaned into his embrace, feeling his arousal pressing against her.
He ran his tongue along the length of her neck, and nibbled softly on her ear. In the voice that caused her body to tingle her whispered, "No talking. No questions. This night is about pleasure. This night is about fantasy. Yours and mine. These are the rules."
With those words, he slid the thin straps of her dress from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Her body was beyond even his expectations, and he found that he was growing harder as he stood and watched the light dance off her naked skin. Alegra did not wear a bra or panties and when the dress had fallen to the floor, she had been stunned at the fact that so quickly she was naked in front of the stranger. Still facing away from him, the man let his fingers trace over the curves of her body, down her back, across her hips and down the soft curve of her perfect ass. From his pocket, he withdrew a long piece of silky black fabric and reached in front of him to secure it around her eyes. The fabric made the perfect blindfold, so that she would have no idea as to what kind of pleasure was coming next, and the inability to see would serve to enhance the sensitivity of her other senses.
Feeling Alegra grow tense at the unexpected prop and hearing the beginning of a protest, he pressed his lips to her skin again, and whispered to her, "Relax. Enjoy this."
Her ran his hands down the front of her body, dancing his fingers from one hard nipple to the other. He led her away from the doorway and into the neighbouring room. He layed her down on the sofa and put some pillows under her head to make sure she was comfortable. Her body glistened with the faintest covering of sweat and he knew it was a combination of the heat and her arousal. He quickly took in the view of the front of her body. Her breasts were perfect. They were full, large, firm, and taut with youth. Her stomach was flat and had the faintest hint of a bikini tan line along her hips. Glancing down further, he saw that her pussy was perfectly smooth and glistening with her juices. His cock ached to be released from the confines of his jeans, but he set aside his own needs as he lowered his lips to kiss her hot skin again.
He kissed across her neck, her collar bone, and the valley in between her breasts. He could hear her breath quickening, feel her writhing beneath him and he smiled to himself. He continued his oral exploration of her body and ran his tongue along the breasts that seemed to grow fulller beneath his eyes. Her nipples grew harder as he kissed the area all around them, careful to tease but not to touch the tender flesh. Alegra moaned loudly and pressed herself upwards, trying in vain to get his lips to touch her where she wanted, but keeping with his rule of not speaking. She ached to call out to him, to beg him to touch her, but at the same time she found the blindfold and the silence to be incredibly hot.
