I followed him out to the car and slid into the passenger seat. He drove slowly; not in a hurry to get to our destination. I looked at his profile as we drove. His lips were curled slightly in a soft, easy smile. I couldn't resist asking him why. He wouldn't say anything more than, "anticipation."
I turned in my seat and placed my hand on his thigh. He smiled broadly and looked over at me. His hand moved up to my face and brushed my cheek. I moved my hand and cupped his balls through the material of his jeans. It had been a few days since I'd seen him and he was full and heavy for me.
I unzipped his jeans and slid my hand in. He groaned as my fingers met the hot flesh of his cock. I massaged him slowly, gently. At the next stoplight, he unbuttoned his jeans and pushed them down some to allow me access. He cupped the back of my head with his hand and pulled me toward him. I kissed his cheek and then lowered my mouth to his swollen cock.
My tongue lapped up a glistening pearl of precum and my lips encircled him. His fingers gently brushed my hair as I lavished his shaft with long firm strokes. I loved the taste of him. My mouth was filled with his flavor. I sucked and stroked faster, wanting to taste more of him and the prize that would reward my greedy mouth.
"Slow down, baby," he said softly. "I have bigger plans for you tonight."
"Are we almost home?" I asked, breaking my contact with his thick cock.
"Pulling in now. Sit up."
I did as he said and sat up. He reached for the glove box and pulled a piece of pink silk cloth out.
He folded it a few times and then placed it over my eyes. "I want this to be a big surprise," he whispered in my ear. "I'll guide you every step of the way. Just relax and enjoy the ride."
I blindly cupped his face in my hands and pulled his mouth to mine. His tongue breached my lips and I took him into me. He was slow and deliberate with his tongue, teasing me to an even more heightened state of arousal. I could feel him beside me, radiating heat and power.
"Are you ready?" he asked me.
"Yes. Will I get to take the blindfold off?"
"As soon as I get you settled in, I'll take it off. Nervous?"
"Excited."
"Good." He got out of the car and walked around to my door to help me out.
He led me down the sidewalk to his apartment and unlocked the door. When we stepped through the door, I could smell the faint scent of candles burning. He'd taken great care to prepare everything before we'd arrived. I wondered who had helped him with the preparations.
We walked in the direction of the dining room, which surprised me a little. He stopped and cupped my face in his hands, kissing my lips softly. My pulse pounded and I knew he could feel it.
His hands moved efficiently over my body as he undressed me. I sighed as his fingers brushed over my fevered flesh. I wanted to be touched, but I knew better than to jump the gun. This was his gift to me.
He helped me climb up on the table, which had been covered in soft textured fabric and padding. My skin delighted in the different sensations. I felt leather, fur, satin, silk, and linen. I writhed on the table, wanting to feel it all.