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Blind Date Ch. 01

By: katxmeowx



It was a beautiful day. The sun was shining and Paige was wearing a bath robe in the middle of a very expensive hotel room that had a view of the city. 

She wasn't even a guest at the hotel. The room belonged to the naked man lying face down in the king-sized bed, half covered in the satin sheets. The guy who knew more sex positions than any man she had ever met not to mention stamina.

The guy she had just screwed. 

It might have sounded coarse, but it couldn't be classed as 'making love.' It was rough and hard and new, a smile played over her lips as she recalled the previous night.

Paige wrote the problem pages for the local newspaper, when not writing; she was helping out her friend Malinda, who owned an Art gallery where Paige displayed some of her own paintings. That was how she came to meet the guy lying on the bed. She was supposed to distract him so that Melinda could set up the gallery without him hovering and criticising. 

Last night...

Paige stood outside the local cinema, waiting drumming her fingers on her bag showing her irritation, He was late, whoever he was. She hated it when men were late. Girls have excuses men don't, she thought, and she didn't even have his phone number to find out where he was. She hadn't met him, and Melinda had described him only in vague terms: nicely built, blue eyes, blond hair.

Paige had wore a tight black, knee-length dress that showed all her curves and made her breasts and her butt look fantastic. Might as well dress to impress, she thought.

She looked at her watch. "Half nine," She mumbled to herself, this guy was pissing her off and she hadn't even meet him yet! 

Looking up, she saw a guy making his way through the crowed towards her. He was gorgeous in jeans and a white t-shirt that showed off his muscles. Her legs went weak beneath her and she just wanted to say, "To hell with the movie; let's grab a cab and go to my flat and have lots of sex."

She would never have the courage to be so bold, and he apparently wanted to see this movie, so she said hello, and grabbed his hand. That simple touch made her go tingly in her nether regions.

She handed the tickets to the kid at the desk and then went in search of seats. It might have been very high school, but they both rushed to the last row of the cinema and took seats on the aisle. 

When they sat down, she just looked at him and thought about stripping him naked, pouring chocolate on him, licking it off and then ridding him till the sun came up.

The movie started so she stared at the screen at all the trailers rolling. She felt his arm go around her shoulders, and she when turned to look at him his mouth came crashing down on hers.

He pulled back and looking in her eyes said, "Where did you come from?" Then bent down to reclaim her mouth and slid his hand from the nape of her neck and trailed to the front till his hands touched her breasts, rubbing and twisting her nipples through her dress. Paige felt herself go wild and wet between her legs.

After a while she started her own exploration. Her hand travelled along his thigh until she found the bulge in his trousers. It suggested he was well-endowed. 

While his hand was pleasuring her breasts, he slid the other under her dress and in between her legs and at last reaching her soaking wet cunt.

"Oh my God." Paige said panting. It felt so good she bit her lip to stop a scream of bliss escaping.

She knew she should stop him; after all, they were in public. But it felt exciting, it felt good; why mess with something this good? It felt deliciously naughty.

In high school she never would have done this, God, it was good to be bad, to feel him touching her in the dark so that she had to bite her bottom lip to stop screaming out and tasting blood.

Suddenly she felt very selfish after her first orgasm; she unzipped him, but slowly, to torment him just a little.

He seemed relieved when his dick was finally free, not to mention grateful. She held him in her hand, marvelling at his size, and started rubbing his shaft very slowly, from his balls to tip then back down.

She stroked the tip and spread the bead of pre-cum around the head. He shuddered in her hand. He was already close to climax, and he started moving his hand faster, her adding another finger to show gratitude.

She was on the tip of a climax when it happened. 

A light hit them in the face as he came; her eyes were still shut with her own climax that still hadn't subsided and her hand moist from her date exploding on her hand.

Paige opened her eyes to find a forty-to fifty-year-old women shining a torch at them. With a look of disgust she switched it off and quietly asked them to leave. If her brain had been working, Paige would have been embarrassed, but she couldn't help but laugh on the inside about it.

She stood, grabbed her date and they ran laughing outside where he hailed a taxi. Before she knew it, she was at his hotel room, pushed against the door. He tried to open the door, while kissing her hungrily, and after the third attempt they fell inside.

He trapped her between the door and his body once the door was closed, and started pulling her dress up over her head. Once that was gone, he removed her bra, "You've got the body young boys dream about" he said stepping back to look at her. Resisting the temptation to cover herself she asked, "Where you one of those boys? She said smiling up at him. "Oh yeah" He said scooping her up and carried her to the bedroom and dropped her on the bed while he undressed.

He came to lie next to her, captured her lips with his, and then his fingers were in her again and she was climaxing, her pelvis pushing up against his hand. But she didn't want his fingers she wanted him. 

"What do you want?" he growled in her ear, when she grabbed his hand he repeated the question and waited. Looking him in the eye she said, "I want to feel you inside me NOW!" 

With a grin he leaned down bit her shoulder then reached over opened the drawer and found a condom quickly slid it on. Then he was in her. Oh, God, she thought helplessly. He felt fantastic and big; he filled her to the hilt and hit all the right spots. "Oh, God...Oh, god...harder. Fuck me... harder." 

He took her at her word and started pummelling her fast and hard. It felt so amazing. She climaxed again but he didn't stop and she could feel another one building. Multiple orgasms, she thought.

"Fuck me!" She screamed.

He collapsed on her chest then he rolled off her onto his back she moved over him to straddle him.

She started moving her hips like she'd seen in the movies, riding him like she had wanted to do since first seeing him. He felt so good; she wondered if he was enjoying it when he shouted "Ride me...yeah, that feels amazing, just like that." He grabbed her hips and then her ass as she moved. Finally they both came again and after a while they both passed out from exhaustion. 

Morning

That was how she had come to be in a hotel room wondering what his name was; she was never good at names. She decided that instead of standing around in a borrowed rob, she could at least tidy up. She found her clothes and headed to the bathroom. She hurried into the shower, wanting to be gone before he woke. She stepped under the shower and felt her body relax. No wonder the best way to lose weight was through sex, she thought with a smile, remembering last night.

She was put some of the complementary shampoo/conditioner on and rinsing it out she felt a chill behind her. Suddenly a hand came around her waist. When she turned around there stood the half-naked man, but he wasn't half naked anymore he was wearing nothing but his birthday suit and looking strangely at her. 

She looked him right in the eye wondering how to act, nervously she said. "I'll be finished in just a minute if you...

Before she could finish his mouth came crashing down on hers again, just like last night and suddenly he had her backed against the shower wall and his fingers inside her. God, he's good with his hands. Paige thought. "Ohh...ohh...don't stop"

"I wasn't going to," He said laughing twisting his hand then she came again and again, he reached out and grabbed a condom from the counter, lifted her up and impaled her on his length.

She wrapped her legs around him as he pummelled her against the cold tiles; she clawed into him and screamed with wild abandon as he thrust into her. "God, you feel so...AMAZING." 

He roared he came, and they stood with the water pounding on them he slid out of her then un-wrapped her legs from him. He shut off the water and grabbed a towel. Paige was content to let him dry her off. "I don't know where you came from or who you are but I am not complaining" he said then he wrapped her in the towel and carried her back to the bed.

He asked if she wanted breakfast, easy to answer wrong especially since she didn't know if he was just saying it to be nice or if he actually wanted her to stay. Still wrapped in the towel she felt like all her layers had been stripped she was nervous, she had never indulged in a one night stand.

"What do you want from me?" she asked suddenly.

He took what seemed like ages before answering then grabbed her chin, tilting it to look her straight in the eye and said, "I want you to stay. Order some breakfast, then have lots wild and uninhabited sex, I want to learn your body inside and out, and I know you want to learn mine."

She was shocked. Was she crap in bed and he wanted to teach her? Can men fake it? Lots of things ran through her head and, he must have noticed because he said quickly, "You're pretty transparent, did you know that?"

She looked up and smiled shyly. He laughed and kissed her again, but this time it was gentle he explored her. It was different, it was nice... Suddenly alarm bells went off in her head and she jumped up. She babbled an explanation about needing to go home and feed her cat, dressed quickly and ran out the door and out into a taxi. When she was safe inside her room she collapsed against the door.

"What was that?" 

Paige was just like any other woman and like every other women she likes sex no scratch that loves it. The feeling of a body on top, underneath, the want, the need in the eyes that screams NOW! 

The ecstasy, the high when you reach that place where the world vanishes, you see stars and you scream like a Banshee. The word 'relationship' doesn't exist in her vocabulary, which was why she had to leave she was in risk of falling for him. For this man whose name she hadn't even remembered.

Her answering machine was blinking, so she dragged herself up to play her messages but the phone rang.

"Hello," she answered tonelessly.

"Repeat that, please," Paige asked her friend down the phone.

"I said; James came to my office saying you stood him up. I had to work with him hovering over me all night. You know I can't concentrate when he does that".

While Melinda ranted about James, Paige was trying to breathe and make sense of it.

"If that wasn't James last night... then who was it?"

Blind Date Ch. 01-02



This is a continuation of previous stories; it uses characters that have been introduced before so the character introductions are limited. It includes references to those previous events, however you do not need to have read those stories to enjoy this one.

These events are organised by a man called William, who works with a woman called Angel who recruits the girls. These events revolve around sexual oriented games allowing rich men to live out their fantasies, and have lots of very casual sex with many different women. 

This story series chronicles Ashley's adventures at the third such event she participates in, called "Blind Date". The events are held at a top secret location, to strictly safeguard the privacy of all participants, who are flown in using a private aircraft with blinded windows. 

1. Getting ready.

It was early on Saturday morning, and her alarm clock rang. Ashley woke up, slowly, and stretched out her arm to switch off her alarm. She was rather deep asleep, as the previous night she had been dancing in the Midnight Bluez. She knew it would be hard waking up, but she also did not want to miss out on a night's worth of money.

She moved her arm around, feeling all over her night table, but nothing. The alarm continued to ring. Slowly she started to wake up more, and realised she had moved her alarm to the other side of the room, just to make sure she would not fall asleep again and miss her ride to the airport. The realisation that today she was due to join another event made her get up quickly.

A bit unstable she walked to the bathroom for a quick shower, then brushed her hair, got dressed, had a sandwich and a cup of tea, and started to feel a lot better already, feeling ready to go for the next event Angel recruited her for. 

It was named Blind Date as it doubled as a fund raiser for an organisation for the blind, though probably the 'dating' part of the dates would be skipped. And even though it was a fund raiser, the compensation for the girls was as generous as always. Ashley was actually looking forward to this event, not just because of the money, but the event itself as well. She was not all too sure why she was looking forward to have heaps of men she had never met before have their way with her. 

Right on time the limo arrived to pick up Ashley, and took her to the airport. Two other women were on the car already, and they picked up two more on the way. They chatted a bit, rather nervously. Three of them were new to this business, and were very anxious about what would be in store for them. For Ashley it was the third time to participate, and maybe because she actually had an idea of what to expect she was also feeling rather nervous and a bit tense. 

The women were taken to a waiting room, where they were joined by ten more young women including her girlfriend Phoebe and recruiter Angel. Soon after they were taken to the plane, where as usual they had to hand in their phones, watches and other devices that could give a clue on time or location. Ashley found herself a seat, and soon enough the plane took off.

After landing on the private airstrip they were taken to the mansion where the event would be held. The girls were served tea and a little snack, and Angel gave them a quick run-down of what they could expect during the day.

"Welcome ladies, I'm glad to see you all here. As you know, today we have a fund raiser for an organisation for the blind, part of which means we want to give our guests, and that includes you, a taste of what it is to be blind. Really blind, no cheating like blindfolds that you can just take off but having all the light taken away from your eyes, which means the whole thing is going to be in the dark. Part of today's staff is actually blind, so don't worry about the waiters tripping. Darkness is their world.

"Around noon our male guests will arrive. You will be there to welcome them with a drink and a chat, and about an hour later lunch will be served. Lunch will start in the light and end in the dark, after which you will have to do entirely without the use of your eyes, just like the blind. Only tomorrow morning there will be light again.

"We prepared sets of clothing for each of you, to facilitate our games. Please get the correct set or you may end up with a wrong size. You may notice we have been rather conservative in our pickings, nothing sexy this time, as today it's not about what the eyes can see.

"We still have over two hours before the men arrive, the plane is now on the way back to pick them up. Please enjoy yourselves in the meantime -- we have snacks and drinks available, and you may use the pool if you like, it will be closed later for safety reasons. Any questions?"

The girls looked at each other, a bit nervously, but none had any further questions to ask.

"Excellent. Then enjoy yourselves for the time being, and make sure you're changed by the time the men arrive."

Ashley looked at Phoebe, and said, "It sounds like this is going to be an interesting event."

"Sure it does. Hope those guys are going to be nice to us."

"Me too. Like at the beach party."

"You looking forward to it?"

"Yeah, kinda. Just the thought is titillating."

Phoebe laughed, "Don't expect to see that lover of yours again, what's his name again?"

"Michael. And he's not my lover."

"Uh-huh. You just couldn't get enough of him."

"Oh, shut up. Can't I have some fun, too? You also had more than your fair share of men there."

"That's true." Phoebe stood up, and continued, "Let's go have a swim while we still can?"

"Sure, nice and refreshing. And not much better to do anyway."

They went for the pool, where a few more women were playing with a ball. They undressed and joined the fun, making time fly. 

The clothing they received was obviously geared towards the cold season. It included a knee-long skirt, panties and stockings, a bra, blouse and cardigan. Everything black, to keep in line with the darkness that was to come. Overall it looked simple yet stylish and pretty. 

The girls chatted a bit among each other, and the time slowly passed. Everyone was anxiously waiting for the event to begin. When they finally heard the roar of the approaching plane, everyone got more excited, and nervous. The wait was almost over, the real action would start really soon.

Another ten minutes later the men finally entered the room. Dressed well, talking excitedly to one another, they were obviously looking forward to the event. Ashley saw to her delight that they had a good-looking crowd again, and she started to look forward to getting up close and personal with them.

As usual there was some initial tension between the men and the women, each side sizing up the other, curious what there was in stock. A few men directly approached some of the women, breaking the ice, and shortly after the rest of the people were talking to each other too. The bar was open, drinks were being served, and lunch would be ready in an hour.

The bartender was blind. Ashley knew that, she could tell from the way he had to feel for the glasses and how he failed to make eye contact when she placed her order, but for the rest he worked almost as efficient as a regular bartender would. And she was sure he would be just as efficient later when the lights were off. It was an interesting experience, to see him at work.

She was chatting a bit to one of the men, talking about his work, which was rather boring to her. He seemed to be interested in her, but she did not feel any chemistry between them. It was however a good way to kill time, and dutifully she kept the conversation going, feigning interest, having some drinks to help her calm her nerves. She was nervous, tense, even though she knew quite well what she had signed up for. Though maybe that was exactly the reason why she was feeling a bit anxious, while feeling excited at the same time.

Lunch was being prepared by the blind waiters, recruited via the association the event was raising funds for. They did their jobs very well, not tripping once or dropping any of the dishes, walking around obstacles as if they could see them. Ashley was impressed, she would never be able to do the same when blindfolded, or in total darkness. Hungry as she was, she was eagerly waiting for lunch to be ready. Looking at all the delicious food being brought in made her only more hungry.

Everyone was invited to take a seat at the table, Ashley making sure she ended up in between two other men, hoping for a more interesting coupling. When everyone sat down, event organiser William stood up, and started talking.

"Welcome ladies and gentlemen, it is a great pleasure to see you all here on today's fund-raiser for the society for the blind. Our waiters are blind too, so they will have a great advantage over us later today when the lights are off.

"Over the next hour while you are having your lunch the lights will dim and one by one be switched off until we end up in total darkness, just so you can experience how it is to be blind. So do make sure you know where everything is, and please don't make too much of a mess. There will be no light until you wake up tomorrow morning."

Everyone giggled, a bit nervously, full of anticipation.

"Please enjoy your food and your company!"

And with that William left the room. As usual he would not participate in the events directly, but Ashley was quite sure he would be watching them somehow.

Lunch was delicious. A great selection of hot and cold foods, various drinks, all excellent. She put up a conversation with the man next to her, and soon they were talking about all the silly little things that were happening in their home town. A light conversation that was good for a few laughs.

Over time the lights slowly dimmed. At first it was barely noticeable, however by the time Ashley was finished eating the lights were really getting dim. She could barely see the people around her. The waiters were scurrying around just like before, for them of course there was no difference. She felt her anxiety grow -- so many things one could secretly do in the dark, that one was not supposed to do. What would be in store for her? 

Another ten minutes later the last light went off, and total darkness enveloped them. She could hear voices coming from all directions, the footsteps of the waiters serving drinks. The topic of conversation automatically shifted to the darkness. It was really odd to talk to someone you could not see at all. Not a shadow, not a shred of light, her vision was completely taken out. The whole atmosphere became more loaded, more tense and excited. Especially as everyone knew what the ultimate goal of the day was, and now it was really starting. 

2. Blind speed dating.

Suddenly she heard the "ping, ping, ping," sound of someone hitting a glass with a spoon, to announce a speech. The noise quieted down, and William started talking. She recognised him by his voice. She felt a shiver running through her spine, her nerves started acting up, as now the event would really start. This was what everyone was here for. 

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome again at our Blind Date event. I hope you enjoyed the lunch, now we would like to continue with our dating programme in our main hall. Various pieces of furniture have been placed there, such as sofas, tables, chairs, and the odd bed and cupboard as well. Just like you would expect in a regular home. So please take care when walking around there, or you might bump into something hard.

"It is what we think to be the perfect setting for an afternoon of blind speed dating. In the room you are to find an unattached lady, who will be your date for the next ten minutes. The ladies have timers to keep track of that time. So you have ten minutes to get to know each other, after which time's up and it's time to find another partner. And you get to remove one piece of clothing from her. Touching of course is allowed, and actually highly recommended as you can only see each other through the tips of your fingers.

"Make good use of your ten minutes, because come dinner we want you, ladies and gentlemen alike, to give us your top-three dates, to make the best matches for the night. So gentlemen if you want to spend more time with her, make sure to impress her. You may get to keep her for the night."

Applause sounded. The men were getting really excited now. Ashley was also feeling a bit excited, and very nervous at the same time. It was about to start, she was again about to allow many men to take advantage of her body. But her having a say in who to be coupled to in the end was quite interesting, and an unexpected twist. Angel did not mention this to her before.

"So please everyone follow my voice." William walked to the door, calling upon everyone to follow him.

Ashley stood up, bumping into the man next to her, almost falling to the ground. She heard some commotion elsewhere in the room, probably more people with this problem. Carefully she felt her way in the direction of William's voice, trying not to bump into other people or pieces of furniture, and walked into the other room.

When everyone was there, William continued to talk, "When you have removed a piece of clothing from your lady, please hand it in to Angel."

"I'm here in the corner," Angel's voice sounded.

"Drinks are available at the bar, which is the same corner as where Angel just called from. And gentlemen, if you like, you may also deposit your own clothes with Angel as well. Now let the games begin!"

Everyone was quiet for a moment, unsure on what was going on. Ashley heard the sounds of moving feet and the rustle of clothing. People were starting to move around, trying to find dates. Within seconds Ashley felt a hand touching her arm.

"Hello there," a male voice sounded.

"Hi," she answered, somewhat nervously.

"I'm Todd, and who may you be?"

"Rose," she answered, using her stage name instead of her real name.

She started to fiddle with her timer, realising that she had to keep track of time. A short beep told her that it was running.

"Nice to meet you, Rose. Mind if I have a closer look at you?"

"No problem, go ahead."

She felt his hands touching her face, gently following the contours of her chin, her mouth, her nose. He felt her hair, then ran his hands over her arms. It felt odd. He was touching her, but in a distinctly non-erotic manner. She replied by doing the same, feeling his face, trying to get an idea of how he looked like. He had a broad face, and a large frame. Large shoulders, she felt he must be rather muscular as his body felt firm to the touch. Not much fat there, if any.

"You're a pretty girl, Rose. I'm happy to meet you here, today."

A smooth talker, Ashley realised. A typical womaniser. He did his best to make her feel comfortable, even though she was still a bit nervous he quickly put her at ease. They chit-chatted the time away, and when time was up he took her cardigan. 

Realising the beeps of her timer would give her away, Ashley quickly started to move away, not wanting to be too easy a target. She was moving a bit too carelessly, as first she walked into table, then hit a sofa, and another man.

"Are you free?" the man asked.

"Yes I am," she replied, quickly setting her timer.

The same ritual followed. He introduced himself as George. They touched each other's faces, to get an idea of looks, and chatted the time away, as if they were indeed having a regular speed date. He was tall, almost a head taller than Ashley. He was another smooth talker, not as smooth as Todd but he obviously knew how to please a woman, and make her feel comfortable, and was obviously trying to impress her, even though she did not feel much chemistry between them.

When he took her blouse, Ashley felt the warm air of the room on her shoulders. The room was slowly heating up to a temperature where it is comfortable to be naked. He felt her shoulders, her arms, her torso, complimenting her on her smooth skin and her nice sized breasts. 

When the ten minutes were over, Ashley quickly withdrew to where she had found the sofa before. She sat down and pulled up her legs, to prevent people tripping over her. She listened to the voices around her, the giggles of the girls, the smooth talk of the guys, and smiled. It was really interesting to just listen to the events around her.

She was sitting there for quite a while, without being detected. Then she felt someone bump into the sofa, and a moment later that same someone set down next to her.

"So hard in the dark. Where are you ladies?" he sighed.

Ashley snickered, somewhat intentionally giving herself away. A moment later she felt a hand on her shoulder, sliding down, cupping her breast, squeezing her lightly.

"Now what do we have here. I bet you're free, you're so silent."

"Yes I am," Ashley replied, starting her timer again.

She felt the man moving on the sofa, moving closer to her. A hand touched her face, she felt the man's face. His face felt slender, almost like a baby face. Short curly hair, light eyebrows. His whole body felt slender.

He introduced himself as Raymond, all the while feeling her up. He told her he was there to celebrate his thirtieth birthday, wanting something special for the day. And that she may just be that something special.

She felt his hands run alongside her body, then reaching over to her back, unclasping and removing her bra. Now completely topless she suddenly felt rather vulnerable. Raymond gently touched her chest, feeling her up, complimenting her on the feel of her breasts. Then he removed his hands, and they started talking as if they were on a normal date, without her being topless.

Ashley really liked him not immediately taking full advantage of her, but still having a rather normal conversation. Raymond told he was running a rather successful Internet business, making him good money but he had not much of a social life. When he heard about this event, and realised it coincided with his birthday, he signed up for it. Ashley noticed his uncertainty, how he had a problem getting going with the party. She thought it rather cute of him, and smiled, knowing very well that he could not see her at all.

Time passed quickly, and before long her timer beeped again. Raymond thanked her for the chat, and left, to be replaced immediately by another man.

"I just hear you're available," a deep voice said. "I'm Tom, how may I call you?"

"Rose. Nice to meet you, Tom."

She felt a hand touch her face, tracing her features, feeling her hair.

"Nice face you have. I like it. And nice smooth hair. May I know what colour your hair and your eyes are?"

She paused for a second before answering. She felt his fingers playing with her hair, his hand touching her shoulders. He must know by now she lost her blouse. She answered his touch by checking out his face by herself. He felt rough, with a short beard. She guessed the man must be middle aged, he definitely was a lot older than herself. 

"Your favourite colours," she answered finally.

"Raven black hair and dark beaming eyes, I love it. How did you guess this are my favourites?"

"I just know," she grinned. "It simply had to be."

"You are some kind of fortune-teller?"

"Well at least I look the part, don't I? I could always try to tell you your fortunes."

She felt both his hands now running down her arms, up to her shoulders, and down again along the sides of her body.

"You sure do look the part, you have a wonderful figure. Why don't you tell me what's in store for me today?"

"Mmm... Let me see..." Ashley replied, thoughtfully. Then she gasped as she felt his hands cup her breasts, his fingers flicking her nipples a bit. She slightly raised her chest in response.

"Today is going to be long and dark in the absence of the moon and the planets. Heads up, however, because what many people seem to be isn't really what they are. You have some serious challenges ahead of you, but tonight you will be able to celebrate," Ashley rephrased a horoscope she happened to have read that morning.




Blind Date Ch. 01-02



"Wow, thank you," Tom replied. "You really are a fortune teller. I do agree that many people here are not what they seem to be, everyone is acting, especially the girls. I really hope your predictions come true, especially the part about being able to celebrate tonight."

She felt him shift his weight a bit on the sofa, as if he was moving a bit closer to her. She felt a bit uneasy, unsure what to think of his rather blunt remark about all the girls just acting, even though she knew it was true.

"If there are any other questions you have, please let me -"

She gasped as she felt a warm mouth on her nipple. A quick flick of the tongue, a soft kiss, and the mouth moved to her other breast, repeating the treatment. She sighed softly, enjoying the gentle touch. Though his beard was a little ticklish, it did add to the overall sensation of not being able to see what is going on, and having to rely on touch alone. Immediately his mouth left her nipple, and she felt the sofa move, apparently Tom was moving back into a sitting position again.

"Very nice," he said. "You are beautiful, you know."

They continued to talk, nothing serious, and time went by so fast that only when her alarm sounded Tom remembered that he was to take some clothing of her. Ashley got up from the sofa, allowing him to remove her skirt, and they parted ways.

Slowly she walked around the room, listening to the giggles and conversations around her. It seemed like everyone was having a good time. She walked into some furniture, and a while later crashed into another woman.

"Ouch, sorry, I didn't see you coming," she said.

The collision told her also that the other woman was at least as much undressed as she was herself, she could feel her bare breasts against her arm.

"It's OK, neither did I," the other woman replied, and they laughed. 

Moments later Ashley felt a strong arm around her waist. "Oh here you are, my angel," a soft voice said to her. The arm pulled her against a naked body, he obviously had taken the hint of dropping his clothes.

"I'm not Angel, I'm Rose," she answered, putting her hand on the man's chest. He felt smooth, skinny, not at all muscular. She felt his nipple, no chest hair. A hand touched her face, running through her hair. 

"So sorry Rose, it is that you feel and sound like an angel. I can feel you have the looks of an angel, too. Let me guess. Silky blonde hair, deep blue eyes, like a true angel. Oh yes the picture is complete. Angel Rose."

This man was really on a high, Ashley thought. She found it rather flattering how he praised her, but it was a bit too much of a good thing. Running her hands down his waist to his hips she realised he was indeed completely naked. She could not resist grabbing his penis, holding it for a while, feeling it grow very quickly in her hand, before letting him go again.

"You really like angels, don't you?"

"Oh you bet I do. Especially the pretty ones, the sweet ones, like you."

I bet you say that to all the girls, Ashley thought, and smiled. The guy was funny, in a cute way, but would not likely end up on her top-three list. 

For the rest of their ten minutes they exchanged more sweet nonsensical chatter, and he took one of her stockings, leaving her only in her panties and one stocking.

William announced that the dating would be suspended for tea, asking everyone to finish their current date and to move to the lunch room for tea. As she was just finished, Ashley started to make her way to the lunch room carefully. Navigating the room in the total darkness was not easy for her. Not knowing where all the furniture was made it a lot harder, too. She had no idea where in the room she was, or where the obstacles were.

After finding the entrance to the dining room she was led to a seat by one of the waiters, and sat down. A moment later a man was placed on one side of her, quickly followed by one on the other side. The rest of the people followed in quick succession, after which the waiters started to hand out drinks. Delicious cakes and cookies were placed on the table in front of them, and all enjoyed the tea break. Ashley did not talk much to the men next to her, instead enjoying listening to the conversations around her instead. She quickly found out the two men next to her were both naked as well. She wondered if all men had undressed by now, and how much the other girls were still wearing.

After a while the man to her right started a conversation with her. He gave his name as Frank, and she recognised his voice and way of talking as the guy she had been talking to before lunch. Again she felt a bit uneasy with him, and conversation ran dry quickly after which he returned to the lady on his other side.

A few minutes later the man to her left addressed her. He introduced himself as John, a calm and straightforward kind of guy. He was obviously not as good at the compliments game as the other men but Ashley thought that made him that much more natural and real. 

While talking he gently felt her head, her face, trying to get an image of her. He let his fingers run along her neck and down her body, sending shivers down her spine. She tried to continue to talk normally but was sure her excitement could be heard in her voice.

Ashley in the meantime did the same to John. She felt his broad face, his rough features. Muscular arms and a large, hairy chest. She thought he looked like a rough biker kind of guy, but then without the obligatory beard that bikers have.

His large hands easily cupped her breasts. She gasped a bit. He felt really big. She wondered how big he was down there, and realised she could just find it out. She put her hand in his crotch, smiling when she heard him stutter. Indeed he was quite big, and she felt his dick grow a bit in her hand. She secretly wondered how it would be to have sex with him, whether it would hurt. Maybe later, she thought. Maybe later she could find out. For now she was happy to play a bit with this big dick, and she could tell John liked her attention too.

They were interrupted when William started talking again, inviting all back to the main hall for some more blind speed dating. 

Before she was back in the main hall, Ashley was already claimed by another guy for a ten-minute date. He introduced himself as Rob in a nice soft voice, and lead her around the room. Soon he sat down, and invited her to come sit on his lap. She realised he lead her straight to a sofa, and was impressed with his memory and navigation in the dark. Sitting sideways on his lap she put her arm around his naked shoulders, leaning against his broad hairless chest.

While they introduced each other, and she had him talk a bit about himself, she felt his hands running all over her body. Starting with her head and face, then quickly moving down sizing up her chest. He gently rolled her nipples, making then hard, and sending a tingling through her body. She touched him too, and liked what she was feeling. His face was smooth, almost feminine. A firm chest, but not very muscular. While he talked about some of his travel adventures, he casually removed her remaining stocking. 

He seems to be a nice guy overall, she thought. He must be incredibly rich, if even only half of his stories are true. And he sounds very much like a playboy, but one who is really good at putting a girl at ease, and making her feel comfortable.

When the ten minutes were over, Ashley got up from his lap and walked off. Wondering who it would be that would get her final piece of clothing, and the first taste of her pussy. From what must be the other side of the room she heard a woman's moans. It seemed not much sex was going on yet. But what was going on really, and how many girls were naked already, she had no clue. It was odd, it was exciting, and a little scary, too.

She slowly walked around, unsure on where she was or where she was going. Suddenly she tripped over something, and almost fell. It was a pair of slightly hairy legs sticking out. Soon a hand grabbed her arm, and helped her stand up again.

"Now what do we have here?" a man said. The deep voice sounded rather familiar.

"I'm Rose," she answered, steadying herself. She still did not remember whose voice it was.

"Rose, my lovely fortune-teller, so nice to meet you again."

Then it hit her. That was Tom, whom she had run into before. She immediately started to feel a bit warm inside, her previous ten minutes with Tom had been highly enjoyable, too. Even though he seemed to be much older than her, possibly old enough to be her father even, she did take a liking in him. He acted a bit like he knew her for a long time already, strangely making it feel very natural for her to be with him.

"Please come sit down with me," he continued. She heard him pat his hand, and moved to where the sound came from, and sat down. "I see you lost most of your clothes by now. Let me help you out of that last piece, before we forget."

Tom hooked his fingers in her panties, and she lifted her behind to allow him to slip it off of her. 

"So now you're looking for more fortune?" Ashley said, rubbing her hand over his chest. It was rather hairy, she realised. He was just hairy all over, almost like a bear. A sweet, gentle bear, who had a knack of making her feel comfortable. His hands ran over her body, softly and deliberately. Through her hair, cupping her breasts, running over her thighs. 

"I wasn't really looking, it seems fortune found my way already."

"Really. In what way?" Ashley moved around, swung her leg over his legs so she was sitting on his knees, facing him. He put his hands around her ass, gently massaging her round behind.

"In the form of a beautiful fortune-teller."

"Really. I think you're a very lucky man, in that case. And I figure you're fully prepared to take full advantage of your fortune."

"The fortune you gave me was that there were obstacles to overcome but that tonight I could celebrate. And if you allow me I'd like you to celebrate with me."

Ashley's heart started to beat faster. That was not exactly what she expected, he was obviously inviting her to spend the night with him, and forgoing an instant sex session. She felt fortunate, as she had put him on top of her own list so far. She scooted forward over his legs, pressing her body against his. She could feel his hard dick against her belly, her breasts squashed against his chest, his chest hair lightly tickling her. Moving her head slowly forward, she whispered in his ear, "Sure, I'd love to," before moving back to her original position.

They continued to gently touch and feel each other, while falling back to small talk. 

After a while Tom mentioned, "Is it not time yet? I think we only have ten minutes."

Ashley gasped, "Sorry, forgot to set my timer."

"Don't be sorry, I don't mind. But I think we should break up for now, I think there are more guys that would like to know their fortunes."

"And for you there are other girls to play with, right?"

Tom laughed, and helped her to stand up. "See you later," he said and left to hand in her panties.

"Can you give me some good fortune, too?" she heard a man ask, and a moment later a hand touched her arm.

"I may only tell you your fortunes, not make them better or worse," Ashley replied, switching on her timer.

"Your being here already improved -- ouch, what's that, oh a sofa, now I wonder whether your presence improved my fortune or not. Why don't we sit down, maybe that improves our fortunes."

Ashley laughed. The guy was funny. She was quite sure she had not met this man before, the voice did not sound familiar at all. He introduced himself as Victor, and lost no time feeling up her body. She felt his eager hands running all over her, massaging her, squeezing her breasts, feeling her pussy. She felt him up, too. Smooth skin, closely shaven, no hair whatsoever on his body. Even his crotch was hairless, with his dick standing straight up.

"You're a horny boy, aren't you?"

"Oh yes I am. And I am so lucky to finally find a girl with no clothes on her."

"So I do bring you some good fortune."

"Sure you do. And I want to take full advantage of that fortune."

She felt his finger run over her pussy, rubbing her clit. She was horny, too, thanks to all the touching of the day, and the whole atmosphere. She could hear other couples engaging in sex acts, but could not tell exactly who or where they were, or what they were doing exactly. Just that they were doing it.

Victor pushed her on her back on the sofa, pulling her hips towards him, and a moment later she felt his dick trying to enter her pussy. He was hard, she was wet. She was totally ready for this moment, knowing it would come, and that many more would come later. She felt him entering her, and pushed her pelvis up, taking him in completely. She felt him very close to her. His hands grabbed her waist as he slowly started to move in and out of her. She moaned, pushing back, trying to follow his rhythm.

She realised she had not even felt his face, in fact she had no idea how he looked like. If she would see him tomorrow, she would not be able to tell who it was to have been the first to take her pussy. Their sex act had become just that, pure sex, pure lust, and nothing more. She gave in, fully gave herself over to that detached, anonymous dick violating her dignity, letting her lust take over. It felt good, very good even. Sex and lust with nothing more to worry about.

Too soon her alarm sounded. Their ten minutes were over, and Victor reluctantly withdrew.

"That was nice, but too short. Thanks anyway," he said, and left.

Ashley lay on the sofa, catching her breath. She pulled up her leg from the floor, and sat up straight. No-one claimed her now, yet she was sure someone would come soon, and was hoping for it to be someone who could do her well. She was fully aroused now, and in for anything that would give her a much wanted orgasm.

Her fingers touched her very wet pussy. Listening to the excited moans of men and women around her she started playing with herself, gently, moaning softly. Sex was the only thing on her mind. She had lost interest in the dating part of the game, not only because she already found her match.

A bump against the sofa broke her concentration. A hand started feeling over the backrest, and a moment later a smallish hand landed on her shoulder.

"Oh sorry, do I disturb you?" a woman asked.

"No not at all," Ashley replied. "I'm on my own here, no date. You can have the sofa."

"No need, I'm single too. Just walking around a bit. Enjoying yourself?"

"I do. Just having a break, waiting for the next guy to turn up."

"Same for me. Won't take -"

"I hear there are dates available here?" a man said from right in front of Ashley. She had not noticed him coming. 

"I am," Ashley replied quickly.

"Have fun," the other woman said. She then got up and left.

Ashley stretched out her arms towards where she heard the voice, and found the man. She grabbed his waist, and gently pulled him a bit closer.

"Let me see whether you have what I am looking for in a date," she said. 

Her hands found his half-hard dick, it felt slightly sticky. She took him in her mouth, and started sucking. She heard the man gasp, and the dick hardened quickly.

"You're one horny bitch, aren't you?" he said.

She let his dick slip out of her mouth, and replied, "Yes, I am. Horny as hell. And you taste like pussy, if I'm not mistaken."

"True."

"No cum."

"Correct again."

"Tell me, how was she."

She continued to suck his dick, slowly, savouring his taste, feeling his reaction.

"Hot and horny."

She let his dick go for a moment, and said, "Come on, there must be more about her than just hot and horny."

"Debbie, she called herself. Horny Debbie. A bit of a chubby girl. Round face, round everything."

"Mmm, mmm," she moaned in encouragement, hoping he would tell more. Even though she really wanted him to fuck her, she was curious about how much he would tell her about this Debbie.

"Very nice and soft body. Sweet voice, shoulder length hair, smooth and silky. We played a bit, had a nice chat, after which I got to take her panties, and got to play with her a bit. Her tits round and soft, very full, with large nipples that are just great for sucking. I could suck them for hours, so lovely. Mmm, you suck very well, too."

With his cock still half in her mouth Ashley asked, "You like them big?"

"Oh yeah, the bigger the better. I want her for the night, gotta give those tits a good fucking. They're big and round, just perfect to wrap around my dick. I can't see you but I imagine you're like her. Your tits swinging while you suck me."

"You tasted her pussy?" 

"Yes I did, it was tasty. Really nice pussy. But I didn't lick her long, just long enough to make sure she's wet. She was really wet already actually, the horny bitch." He let out a moan, and paused for a bit. "You just tasted her. You really suck nicely, you know. Very nice. Too bad I can't see you, but your mouth surely feels great on me. Debbie didn't suck me, didn't give her the chance, I just had to feel that hot pussy around my dick."

Realising he would not last much longer, and she had a need of her own still unfulfilled, she let him slip out of her mouth. "Fuck me, too," she requested.

"Now don't stop," he answered, grabbing her head. "You suck too well. Better than Debbie. I love your sucking very much, and I want you to finish me with your mouth."

"Then tell me more about your Debbie, too. I'd love to hear. And indeed she tastes pretty good." 

It was not exactly what Ashley had in mind for this date, but she rather enjoyed listening to what he had to say about the other girl, so she decided to make the most of it. And telling about Debbie appeared to arouse him. So she took his dick in her mouth again and started sucking, while he continued talking.

"As I said I licked her slit, got a good taste of her. When I found her wet enough I moved up and started fucking her. And playing with her big boobs, I'd love to see those tits swing around while fucking her. I could only feel them, and imagine how they move, swinging around. Hearing her moan made me fuck her harder, deep in her nice tight pussy, her fleshy thighs wrapped around me. Oh yeah suck me baby, that's right. Delicious. Her pussy was really wet, just like your mouth. Oh, here I come."

Ashley felt his dick stiffen in her mouth, and then he started to shoot. She moved back, letting him slip out not wanting him to come in her mouth. The first shot hit her lips, she felt the next shots of warm liquid land on her chest. She grabbed his dick with her hands, milking the last bits out of it. She was a mess. She felt drops of cum running down her chest, over one of her breasts, another running down her belly. She had the taste of cum in her mouth, and her hands were covered in it. She smiled. The guy must have been very horny, but she still did not get what she craved for.

"You like her, don't you?"

"Oh yes, I do. Top of the list, hands down. And thank you, that was nice, you give great head," the man said, and left before the ten minutes were over.

"I got another dick for you, can you handle?" another man said. She had been talking to this man before, but couldn't immediately place him.

"Sure, one wanting pussy here," she replied, not wanting to make the same mistake twice. Now she really needed a good fucking, and would not settle for anything else.

She felt a big hand touch her arm, and reached out to the man. She got up, wanting to know who he was, and felt around his body. He was a big guy, muscular, with some hair on his chest. She felt down, and found his dick. It was remarkably large, and then she remembered.

"John, isn't it?"

"How do you know?"




Blind Date Ch. 01-02



"We had a chat over tea. I remember that big dick of yours. I was already wondering how it would feel like," she said seductively. 

"Well, now is your chance to find out, euhm sorry what's your name again?"

"Rose."

"Rose. Nice meeting you again."

Ashley grabbed his hand, sat down on the sofa and pulled him towards her. "Take me," she said, with an urgent, demanding voice.

John grabbed her waist, and a moment later she felt his breath on her pussy and his tongue licking her. She started to moan. A finger probed her pussy, then left, moments later followed by a much larger object.

Ashley felt as if she was being split apart as John slowly inserted his cock in her. She buckled her back, fighting her automatic response of wanting to pull away from the invasion. He was so big, stretching her, it was a bit painful even. He slowly moved in and out a bit, until he was halfway in, and then with a final large push he pushed himself in all the way.

She screamed in pain. It really hurt, he was so big. He moved out slowly, and pushed back in. This thrust was a bit less painful, as he became better lubricated and her pussy adjusted to his size. And a few thrusts later pleasure started to take over from the initial pain.

He took her slowly and deliberately. He was not toying with her, he was seriously using her pussy, fucking her deep. His hands moved over her body, playing with her breasts, pinching her rock hard nipples. Slowly he increased his pace, slowly Ashley started to follow him, meeting his thrusts, taking him deep inside her. She was so full, so very full, she completely forgot what was going on around her, fully concentrated on that huge dick inside her body.

Soon she started to feel her orgasm come. She screamed in ecstasy, grabbing his waist with her legs. And he just kept on going. He kept on pumping her pussy, and her orgasm seemed to last forever. Only when she calmed down he slowed down, too, not withdrawing yet. 

"You're a screamer," John said.

"That's just because you're so big."

"Had enough?"

"Oh yes that was great, thank you. But you didn't come did you?"

"Don't worry about me, I just came already. That's why I can last so long. You really have a nice tight pussy."

"Not as tight as it used to be," she laughed.

He slowly pulled out, and sat down next to her on the sofa. "You're a great fuck, Rose. I'd love to spend much more time with you tonight, if you like, and finish the job."

"I'm sorry, I've been taken already," she apologised.

"Don't worry, I have a preference for overnight too, I was talking about after dinner."

"Well if you can find me and I'm available, I will be all yours. But please do be gentle with me, you're so big."

Her timer beeped, time was up for them. They both got up and parted ways. Ashley felt a bit painful still, that dick had really stretched her to the limit. She had never had someone that big before. On the other hand on a pure sexual level it was good, and left her feel really satisfied. 

She suddenly started to feel hungry, and realised it must be getting close to dinner time. Sounds of sex around her continued. She could smell the people around her. The sweat, the sperm, all strong smells, that combined with the sounds made for a very loaded atmosphere. She walked around a bit, trying to avoid disturbing the couples that were in the middle of their dates, not really knowing what to do next.

A moment later she walked into another piece of furniture. She felt in front of her, and noticed it was a bed. She felt a bit further on the bed, and felt a body there. Man? Woman? Occupied or not? A hand touched her arm, following it up to her face.

"Hello there," a man's voice said from below her. "Please join me, it's nice and soft."

She felt the man move on the bed, giving her some space to sit down.

"Do lie down, and relax. I'm Todd, who may you be?"

"Rose. And I think we met before," she replied while lying down on her back, switching on her timer in the meantime.

"Oh yeah, right, I remember. You were my first date of the afternoon. Nice meeting you again. How's your day been?"

She felt him turn next to her, and a moment later she felt a hand running over her body.

"Rather intense," she said. "I'm pretty much done for, and hungry to boot."

"Yes, intense, that's good description. For me the same. Isn't it odd, how your senses become more intense when you can not see anything?"

His hands moved all over her body, checking her out, gently playing with her nipples and belly button.

"It is. You're being so nice to me. I like that."

"Shortly before you found me I had some very good sex. I'm done for the time being, need to recover some strength first. I hope you don't mind."

"Not at all. Same for me. I'm glad you're just playing with me. After dinner I'll be more than ready for more."

Ashley lay back, closed her eyes, and smiled. She enjoyed the sensations, the meaningless chit-chat with Todd. Conversation that did not need much thought, so she could just let it happen.

It was announced that dinner would be ready soon, so last date for the afternoon, after which everyone was invited to give their top-three choices for the overnight matching to Angel. 

She asked Todd whether he had made up his mind already. 

"I have. I had some very nice encounters this afternoon."

"That's good to hear. What kind of girl are you after then?"

"Mmm..." He paused for a moment. Then his hand continued to caress her body, and he said, "There are several that I like. Nicely assertive kind of girl. I enjoyed talking to them, playing with them."

"You not after the big boobs?"

"I love big boobs. And sure the right body has a definite plus tonight. Very much so I'd say."

"Sounds like I'm losing out."

"You may not be big, but you still have a very nice body. And you're a nice girl."

"You do seem to enjoy playing with me, don't you? You've been touching me since I lay down here."

"Very much so. As I said, you have a nice body. Nice boobs, too, even though they're not very big they're still nice to play with. And by touching you I'm slowly getting a good overall picture of your figure. And I like what I'm feeling."

Ashley turned to her side, facing him, her hand moved to his crotch, and grabbed his dick. He was pretty hard. "I can tell you like me," she commented, as she started masturbating him slowly. "So any place in your top-three reserved for me?"

"Well, maybe."

"Sounds like I'm not your number one," she replied, trying to sound disappointed, and stopped moving her hand, but did not let go.

"Sorry, no. My number one place has been taken already."

"I like your honesty. Don't worry, I have a date already for the night. And hey let's go have dinner. I'm positively starving. Maybe we can play a little more after dinner, what you think?"

"Sure, if only I can find you in the dark!"

They both laughed. Ashley gave a final tug on Todd's now rock-hard dick and got up from the bed, trying to make her way to the dining table.

At the door Angel was waiting for them to give their preferences.

"Please give your preferences," Angel asked when she arrived at the door.

"One, Tom. And then two... euhm... Todd, and three... Raymond."

She knew that Tom would put her on top as well, so the other two names did not matter too much any more. 



Blind Date Ch. 02



Blind Date – Later that Evening

Eashwar and I met over coffee and cake. 

When my flight out of Bangalore was delayed by 3 hours he invited me home, offering to make me some dinner. I wasn't in the mood for food, but I agreed.

The drive to Eashwar's house was quick in spite of it being rush-hour. I leaned back against the seat, reliving my fantasy, and let him handle the horrendous evening traffic without distraction. 

Over and over again that scene played in my mind; I saw him behind my closed lids, leaning forward and rubbing his finger over my lips. "Food," I heard him whisper again, and saw his mouth twist in a smile as I licked my lips where he had touched them. 

A slow fire started in the pit of my stomach.

"Behave, Tara," I told myself firmly. "There's nothing to it, for heaven's sake, it wasn't even a kiss!"

The boy was at least 10 years younger than I was; what on earth was I thinking of! He probably would be shocked if he knew the thoughts running through my head.

At a signal I turned my head to look at him. Eashwar was looking at me, smiling just a little. He lifted my right hand to his lips, and my eyes widened in shock when he bit softly on the pad of my fore-finger. He drew the tip of my finger into his mouth, teeth scraping against the skin. I jerked my hand away as if burned, and he laughed. 

I curled my fingers into the palm of my hand, and tucked it between my legs. He laughed again when he saw that. The red turned to green, and the car moved ahead as he shifted gears. 

"Damn you," I cursed him silently, "damn you. I'm not ready for this yet."

I squeezed my thighs together tightly and tried to ignore him, and the damp evidence of my arousal only inches away from my hand. This man was not going to be shocked by any thought of mine; his actions made that clear enough. 

I turned to look out of the window, thankful now for the sound of the radio. I didn't have to talk. 

I wanted Eashwar so badly but desire and fantasy were one thing, and making them reality was quite another. I needed this time to think if I was prepared to take the next step and make my fantasy real.

"Tara," Eashwar's voice intruded into my thoughts.

"Mmhmm?" 

"What time's your meeting tomorrow?"

"11.30," I replied, "why?"

"Just curious," he answered. "Your presentation's ready?"

I said it was. He didn't say anything to that, and the rest of the drive was made in silence.

Eashwar lived in a small flat above his office. It was done in warm reds and browns and looked very welcoming in the dim light of the foyer. 

"Welcome to my parlour," he said, with a mischievous grin. "Why don't you make yourself comfortable while I see what I can rustle up for dinner."

I fished my cell phone out of my handbag and tried the airline. I wanted to know for sure how much time I had before I had to leave. The number was busy. 

I was in the bathroom freshening up when I heard my phone ring, and then the low murmur of Eashwar's voice. My faint twinge of annoyance that he had answered my phone turned to dismay when I walked out of the bedroom and he told me that the airline had called saying my flight was cancelled. I was booked instead on the next morning's first flight out to Chennai. 

I dropped my handbag by a chair and sat down heavily. I was tired. I had been on my feet all day in class, training, and I just wanted a warm bath and bed. I was in no mood for delays and disappointments, and I was in no mood to go hunting for a hotel room at this late hour. 

"You have a telephone directory Eashwar?" I asked. "I've got to find a hotel..."

"Stop right there," he interrupted, "Stay the night, won't you? I've got two bedrooms."

I hesitated. "Thank you baby," I said. "I really appreciate your offer but..."

Again he wouldn't let me finish. 

"No, please," he pleaded. "Don't go. I'm sorry 'bout what happened in the car. I promise I won't touch you; you're safe with me." 

I agreed to stay. I was just too tired to do anything else, and was grateful I wasn't out in that traffic, on my way to some strange hotel. It didn't take much urging either to get me to take a shower while eashwar went about his host duties. When I came out of the bathroom, I found some clothes laid out on the freshly made bed. I put on an old cotton t-shirt of his, and couldn't help laughing as I slipped on his sweatpants. They were ridiculously large for me; he was at least 6 inches taller than I was!

The lights in the living room were dimmed and the curtains drawn; there was soft music playing in the background. Eashwar was in the kitchen, barefooted, standing in front of the stove. His hair, not so neat now, was still damp from his shower and curled on the nape of his neck. He had changed into a black sleeveless vest and sweatpants similar to mine. He was also wearing a bright yellow apron; he looked delicious.

He turned around when he heard me walk in. 

"Taste?" He offered a spoon with what looked like a marinara sauce in it. "Dinner's going to be very simple. I'm making some pasta. There's a salad in the fridge, and fruit if you'd like."

I stepped in closer to him, close enough to smell his soap-fresh skin. I forced myself to concentrate on the sauce, and took the spoon from his hands. 

"Delicious," I whispered, "try some?"

I put the spoon to his lips, and watched with greedy eyes as his lips closed around it. He moved my hand and the spoon away, and licked a bit of sauce from the corner of his lips.

"Not bad," he smiled, "not bad at all, especially considering that it came from a jar less than 10 minutes ago!"

I laughed out loud, glad that he wasn't trying to pretend to be Mr. Perfect. I put the spoon down on the counter behind me and reached around Eashwar for the ties of the apron. I heard his sharp intake of breath.

"What are you doing." he whispered almost angrily, grabbing my hand. "Don't you know I'm having a hard time keeping my hands off you? Don't..."

"Shh..." I pressed a fingertip to his lips. "Don't say anything Eashwar. I want this too."

We stayed that way for a minute, looking into each other's eyes. My left hand was around his waist, at the small of his back, and he held my wrist tightly in his hand. We were just inches away from each other. 

"Are you sure?" he asked. "I don't want you to do anything you're not sure you want."

"I'm sure." I replied. "I've been sure for some time now. Don't say anything. Please, let's just enjoy this."

I pulled the ties around his neck and waist loose, and threw the apron aside. I shut the burner off, and led him to the sofa in the living room. I wanted this man as I hadn't wanted anybody else in a long time, and wasn't going to let this evening which had been given to me be wasted.

I put a cushion against the arm of the sofa, and pushed him back against it. I leaned over him, my hair falling in a dark curtain around our faces. We smiled, both of us, anticipating out first intimate touch. 

I don't know who made the first move, whether he held me by the back of my head and pulled me in closer or whether I moved in closer of my own will. It didn't matter really. All that mattered was that we were touching, kissing, touching.

I pressed little kisses over his eyes and on his temple. I kissed my way down the side of his face, his jaw, and came to rest on the corner of his lips. I heard him laugh softly, and then felt his fingers in my hair, holding me prisoner as he touched his lips to mine, small gentle kisses at first, then harder again and harder still, until my teeth pressed against the soft insides of my lips. I opened my mouth and welcomed the plunder of his tongue.



Blind Date Ch. 02



Anthony was pacing his new office and was thinking about that mysterious blonde. She had been on his mind non-stop since she had taken his hand two weeks ago. He knew she was passionate, sexy, shy and fantastic in bed and out. But he didn't know her name. Who was she?

"I should be thinking about the meeting, not some blonde- haired sex Goddesses... Aphrodite. That fits," he said, smiling to himself as he headed out the door.

Paige was late for the staff meeting and tapped her foot in the elevator impatiently. First meeting with the new boss and I'm late, great, she thought.

"The meeting has started," Emma, her assistant, told her, as she walked into the staff room.

Paige stopped suddenly. Standing in front of the boardroom table was her mystery lover. Feeling like she had been hit over the head, she just stared dazed till her assistant whispered to her again. "He's gorgeous isn't he," Emma whispered behind her. "No-one expected the new boss to look like him. Sue from Advertising nearly fainted and..."

Page didn't hear the rest. New boss? This was the new boss?

Of course it's a shock. They all expected a middle-aged, balding man and instead they got a sex God, Paige thought. My Sex God. My new boss. 

Anthony felt eyes on him and when he looked towards the door he thought he was dreaming. In front of him was his Aphrodite, although instead of a sexy dress she wore a long skirt and lose fitting blouse.

Could fate be this kind? He wondered.

He could still visualize her face from that night, how she looked during, after and before cumming. He remembered the body that was underneath those clothes. Her firm breasts with pebbled nipples, her smooth pale skin and the longest legs he had ever seen.

He thought they had been ships passing in the night, never to meet again. Now here she was in his board room. Coincidence? Anthony didn't believe in coincidences; he believed in destiny and destiny meant for her to be his again.

"Shall we get on with the meeting Miss...?" he asked.

I had sex with this man and he doesn't know my name! Paige thought, disgusted with herself.

"Paige," She said in a squeaky voice, then repeated it in her normal voice.

"Well, Paige, would you like to take a seat?" he asked, liking the way her name sounded on his tongue.

His sparkling eyes told her he knew it was the very last thing she wanted. She wanted to run like she had before to escape the effect he had on her, but she was at work. She couldn't run.

Anthony began the meeting by introducing himself to the staff. He went around the table asking what department they worked in and if anything could improve their working situations. He finally came to Paige. "And Paige, what is it you do?"

"Erm...I write the problem pages," she said looking down. 

"And what do you need?" he asked looking at her intently.

Blushing at his question she just shook her head. "I don't need anything," she said quietly. He went on to the next member of staff until he had talked to everyone. 

After the meeting was over Paige was the first to get up, but before she could leave Anthony called to her to come to his office. 

Why? was her first thought, feeling like she couldn't breathe. She was scared and worried about what he would say. Would he talk of that night, tell her to forget about it? She knew if she refused it would look bad, so taking a deep breath she followed him out of the staff room and into his office.

As soon as Paige stepped into his office he pinned her to the door. She felt the length of him against her body as he kissed her, nipping at her lips and trailed kisses down to her throat. His hands started to unbutton her blouse and everything she tried to forget about him and that night started running through her mind like remembering a dream.

How he had touched her, how he had tasted in her mouth, and how he had made her cum like no one else ever had.

Then he was teasing her through her bra and she was trying not to scream. His hand went under her skirt. He sealed his mouth over hers to stop her crying out while his hand traveled higher until he was touching her through her underwear and rubbing her clit. With one move he ripped her underwear off and then slammed two fingers in her. She immediately came. 

After she came back to earth her brain kicked in. This is my boss. With that thought and as much strength she possessed, she pushed him off her.

She went to lean against his desk to take time to think. Before she could get her thoughts together he was there in front of her. He lifted her up onto the desk, scattering papers everywhere, and started kissing her again. He unhooked her bra with one hand while the other was between her thighs. Paige wrapped her legs around him and started clawing at his back, all thought gone. She just wanted to feel him skin to skin. 

She pulled his shirt over his head and started kissing his chest and unbuttoning his trousers. Paige unwrapped her legs from his waist, and then pulled his trousers down. He kicked them off. Pulling her to the edge of the table and lifting her skirt up, he let the tip slide in, then drew back and plunged into her to the hilt. He grabbed her hips to keep her still. Paige wrapped her legs around him again and lay back on the table. Anthony moved one hand to rub her clitoris while teasing her nipples with the other. The sensations were overwhelming. Paige bit her lip until she tasted blood. But still he held her back

"Anthony, please..." she whispered to him. He grabbed her hips again, thrusting hard and fast until she was cumming. He kissed her, swallowing her cries. Then he was climaxing with her, and collapsed on top of her. Both of them were breathless, not saying a word or moving.

Paige was the first to move, pushing his shoulders to make him get up. She slid off the desk, smoothing her skirt and looking for her bra and blouse.

"I'll... I'll be working from home today, I have to go." Without a look back she dressed and rushed out. She went to her desk, picked up the new letters and headed home.

"Damn it," Anthony cursed. He knew he shouldn't have done that but couldn't regret it. It was amazing. She's amazing, he thought. The way her hips swayed when she walked into his office made him want her more than he had that first night. I need to see her again, he thought 

He dressed and started to leave the office, then stopped. I don't know where she lives, damn it, he thought.

"Can I help you?" A woman asked. She was in her 40s and had gold eyes and brunette hair. Paige's assistant, he recalled.

"I need to talk to Paige; can you tell me where she lives? It's important," he said, giving her a gorgeous smile.

"Oh, well, I'm sure that would be okay," she replied, flustered. 

Still got it, Anthony thought.

As soon as Paige got into her flat, she stripped her clothes off and jumped in the shower. As the water beat down on her she wondered how she could have let herself have sex with him again. Well, at least I know his name this time, she thought to herself. As she shut off the water she heard a knock at the door. She grabbed a towel and went to answer.

When she opened it she couldn't believe it. Anthony was at her door. At her flat. On her door step. 

"Do you always answer the door like that?" he asked angrily.

Stunned, Paige didn't know how to answer. Before she could say anything he walked past her into the flat. She managed to remember to close the door before turning around.

"So?" he said when she turned.

"So what?" Paige asked, forgetting the question.

"So, do you always open the door only wearing a towel?" he asked, exasperated.

"Is that how you say hello?" Paige asked. She was getting angry as well. Who was he to walk into her flat and criticize her?

"Touché, and no, I don't." He crossed his arms looking at her expectantly.

"Well, neither do I. Answer the door in a towel I mean. Not always, anyway," she said as she walked into the living room. She had to stop looking at him if she wanted to organize her thoughts.

"So that means you do sometimes? I have to tell you, that doesn't make me any happier," he said.

"Why should you care what I wear to open the door?" she asked angrily. She wondered where this argument was going.

"I...I'm you're..." He stumbled as he realized he had no claim on her. They weren't even dating; he'd just had amazing sex with her twice.

"Can I get dressed?" she snapped. "I'd feel more comfortable in clothes." She stalked into her bedroom.

When she came out in baggy jeans, and a long sleeved top, he was sitting on her couch. "Anthony," she said. He looked up and there was no need for words. He stood up, grabbed her and kissed her. It was soft; it felt perfect and right. Paige pushed at his shoulders.

"We need to talk," she said. She took his hand and sat, pulling him down next to her.

"I'm not going to say sorry," he said. "You wanted me as much as I wanted you." he continued, grabbing her chin so she looked into his eyes.

"I wasn't going to say that," she answered quietly. "I was just going to say it can't happen again. You're my boss. It's wrong."

"Does this feel wrong?" he asked, running his thumb on the underside of her breasts.

"I didn't mean that," she said, pushing his hand away. "I meant professionally. I don't sleep around, and I'm sorry you got the idea I do, but I've never done anything like that night. I don't know what came over me," she said as she remembered him cumming over her hand in the cinema.

"For the record, I've never done anything like that either," he said, angry at the way she was portraying him. She was making it sound like he does sleep around or at least picked up women frequently. "I had a beautiful women look at me like she wanted to eat me, grab my hand and take me into the cinema. The rest you know. What am I supposed to think? Then you answer the door in a towel, so if I've got the wrong idea you put it there." He glared at her.

"It was a blind date," Paige said.

"What?" Anthony asked, confused.

"I was supposed to meet a guy at the cinema, it was a blind date. I got a description of what he looked like, and you matched. I thought he was you."

"So, if I hadn't come along, you would have had you hand down someone else's..." Anthony trailed off.

"No!" Paige's eyes flashed. "That was... I don't know. I just, I can't explain it. I thought you were my date. What was your excuse for having your hand down...?" She let it hang and looked at him expectantly.

"Okay, you're right, I shouldn't have. It was just... the looks you were giving me... I'm only male, damn it!" he said, running his hand through his hair. "So yeah, I kissed you. But you kissed me back," he pointed out.

"Because I wanted to," she said, exasperated. How had something so relatively simple become so complicated?



Blind Date Ch. 03



This bit of my love story is a collaborative effort between myself (just a little bit) and straystorywriter, a man who till now was simply a 'lurker' in literotica, so sure he couldn't write anything more 3 disjointed sentences. You can see here how wrong he is. Enjoy!

*****

It was Eashwar on the phone again. He was coming into Mumbai tomorrow, and wanted to know if we could meet for a little while.

I smiled as I thought about him. 

It had been almost a year since the day we met in a coffee shop in Bangalore; how much things had changed since then. I still remembered the way he spooned chocolate cake into his mouth, and the way my eyes followed his fingers as they pressed crumbs into the plate and then moved to his mouth as he licked the last of the chocolate from his fingers. It didn't take too much thinking for me to say yes when he invited me home, and later that night a cancelled flight and one drink too many saw us become lovers. 

It was good then, and it still is now. The first time was so special, in ways I didn't even dream it would be. Eashwar was always a sensualist...

I opened the mail he had sent me earlier this morning. He had written this for me before we met. I didn't know about it then.

hi

nothing.

just writing. just like that.

thought a bit of stream-o-consciousness would do me a spot of good. maybe i'm a bit nervous about sending you my picture. a first for me. (he never did send it)

so.

like that.

finished work. just hanging around in the office to hear your reaction. though i'd much rather hear it in your voice. that hot, husky, deep, dripping voice of yours.

now forgive me but i'm probably going to be a bit inappropriate in this mail.

so if you don't want to hear it, stop reading now.

reader discretion is advised. strongly.

think before you scroll.

still here?

are you sure? maybe you want to wait for a few days/weeks/months/er... before...

you sexy, funny, silly, talented, gorgeous woman. i have the hots for you.

but you know that already. the whole package. the voice, the looks (yes), the humour, the details, i can see them in my mind. mint green panties, sheer lace bra and of course the deadly name. (at that point in our relationship he knew only my oh so South Indian and terribly old fashioned middle name; nobody in my 'real' life called me that!)

i dream about you. where we are both at a party...in one of those beautiful Bangalore bungalows. we are introduced casually, by common friends. we chat a bit...move on...mingle... as the evening progresses we steal glances at each other. every once in a while as we circulate we bump into each other...i watch you talk. sometimes you laugh. that mouth. aah

you're in a black saree. im in jeans white shirt, linen jacket.

there's a makeshift dance floor in a room upstairs. dark, sparsely populated. im dancing with somebody. there's plenty of noise. laughter. i notice you dancing with someone as well. eyes meet. smiles exchanged. at some point i bump into you at the mini bar in the one corner of the dance floor. we smile at each other. still no words spoken. we wander back on to the floor together.

it's dark. some foot stomping music plays. maybe its Thorogood. we dance. we brush against each other occasionally. an arm, a leg...and occasionally your breasts brush against me.

the music changes. suddenly it's slow. we look at each other, you smile, i reach out.

and then we're politely slow dancing. i love the feel of you in my arms. i have a hand on your bare waist. i feel you stepping closer. more body contact. warm. we move together and are soon in the corner of the room. at some point, when your back is to the wall, hidden from sight, i drop my hand real low on your waist. i feel the gentle curve of your butt under the saree. we dance. you're looking at me now. i feel the slight shift of your body. you're pressing against me closer now. i feel your breasts against me.

me

aroused.

erect.

painfully confined.

i know you can feel me against your belly -- at my touch your gaze shifts to my lips. emboldened now.. my hand slips lower...sliding over your butt-cheek. i hear your breath catch. i savour the feeling of flesh under fabric. almost feel the warmth under my palm. i cup and squeeze gently. 

you exhale. 

i throb.

my hands slip back up to a more respectable place on your waist. you exhale. you're leading us now. positions are shifted. i have my back to the wall. you have yours to the other dancers. looking into my eyes...you come even closer...your body rubbing purposefully against my crotch... your lips part... your tongue snakes out.

for what seems to me an eternity, your tongue slithers over my still closed lips. wetly. sensuously. just once. from the left corner of my mouth to the right.

the song is over.

"follow me"

we disengage and i walk away...you pause to pick up your drink.

i walk through the house.. find a staircase that leads to the terrace. i take it. you follow. at a distance. two flights of stairs and i come to a door.

i hear your footsteps behind me. unlatch the door and step out. cold Bangalore winter does nothing to the heat i feel inside me. i step out. turn around to see you coming up the stairs.

you walk straight up to me. sipping the last of your drink.

no pause. you drop your glass. it shatters on the tile. you come into my arms. so natural.

press your lips against mine.

mouths open .

i feel liquid pouring out of your mouth into mine.

and your tongue. 

hot. and cold. wet and hard.

phew.

just got your msg.

am hoping you'll log on.

more in a bit.

need a smoke.

I smiled; Eashwar was like that. Impulsive and quite, quite, sexy. I continued to read even as the words from our telephone conversation played over and over in my mind. It was time for a change in our relationship, and the change had to marked by something extra special.

I logged out and turned my computer off. An idea was starting to form in my mind. I needed to prepare. 



Blind Date Ch. 03-05



3. Dinner

She was guided to her seat by one of the blind waiters. She could smell the food already, it smelled delicious. She suddenly felt like she was starving, the terrific smell of the food aroused her hunger even more.

She was seated again in between two men. One introduced himself as Raymond, she remembered him well from her first encounter. On her other side a man called Julian. She did not recall the name, but his voice did sound somewhat familiar. It must have been one of her dates, she figured, considering not all of them gave their names.

She managed to serve herself some dinner, which was quite a challenge considering the total darkness. What she had on her plate would come as a surprise, eating it without causing a huge mess would be yet another challenge. She really wondered how blind people managed to do that, on a daily basis. Struggling a bit with her food she soon realised she got her hands on some potatoes and two kinds of meat that did not go too well together, even though both in their own right tasted good.

After a few bites she turned her attention to her table dates, starting with Julian. She was rather curious to figure out when they met before. Julian was an easy talker, happy to talk about his conquests of the day. He proudly told her that he had been quite successful in finding dates, even though it was quite hard to find the available girls in the dark. 

"One of my highlights was that before teatime I already had one girl's panties," he told. "I was a little lucky, it was really seconds before tea was announced that I found her."

"You were lucky with your dates."

"Sure, all day long. Really wonderful girls here, I love it."

"Even your lunch and tea time dates?"

"Lunch was a bit of a downer. Sure both chicks had the looks, but their beauty really only went skin deep. And that's not good for a blind party like this. For the rest I really like the girls here. They feel lovely, and are fun talking to."

"Glad to hear that. So you had some good dates, right?"

"Sure. Though not enough pussy yet."

"How come so?"

"Well as I said before tea I managed to get one naked, must have been one of the few, if not the only one to lose all her clothes. And after that I ran into dates that were still wearing too much. The anticipation was killing me. Every time hoping. 

But with the third I was lucky, and she was hot. She ain't no small girl, no way. A bit chubby one may say, I would rather call that curvy. And you know I love curvy girls, I told her. She had me work for it, oh yeah, asking me riddles and so, not letting me in her pants that easily. She had me feel her up, wanting me to explain which part of her body felt best. That was hard, so much goodness there. Her soft cheeks, long silky hair, big round boobs, her full soft ass and delicious round thighs.

"When I finally got to remove her panties she was wet and I was rock hard. That body, so luscious. I got to suck her hot pussy for a bit, really tasty. Maybe a minute left to fuck her, she felt really good. She's my number one, no contest. Really looking forward to having more of that pussy. Tonight I'm really going to screw her brains out. All night long."

Ashley always felt a bit strange when listening to men talking about other girls like that. That is how men are supposed to talk about women to other men, she thought. And he really sounds like that guy that I sucked off after tea.

He continued, "The date after that was interesting, too. Have you heard about glory holes? Where you can stick your dick through to have it sucked off without seeing the other side? Of course you have. This was like a glory hole without the wall. That chick pretty much just started sucking me the moment I ran into her and she found out about my hard-on. I think she likes girls too, she sucked me clean so eagerly. No idea how she looks like, I only touched her head."

Ashley almost choked on her food. He was talking about her, no doubt about that. She totally recognised the voice now. And this guy, Julian, obviously had no idea that he was talking to the girl that gave him that great blow job. 

"She was good, you know. Sucking me deep, sucking me really well. Asking me questions in the meantime, that was rather funny, it seems like she is at least as much of a pervert as I am. She made me come, I had no choice, I tried to hold back to make it last longer but she was just too good. I must have made a bit of a mess of her when I came."

"Oh yes, that was quite a mess you made."

"What do you mean?"

"I had cum all over me."

She noticed how his breath stopped for a moment. She laughed softly at his obvious discomfort.

"Sorry, I didn't realise it's you," he stammered.

"Don't you worry. I enjoyed hearing your side of the story, I really did, it's funny to hear how you guys think about us. And indeed I enjoyed giving you that blow job. The thought makes me wet again."

"Really."

"Don't believe me? Feel for yourself." 

She grabbed his arm, found his hand, and put it in between her legs. She felt his fingers probe her pussy, a finger sliding inside of her, then withdrawing.

"Damn, you're really wet."

"Of course, as you said yourself I'm also a pervert. I know what I'm getting myself into by signing up for these events, like all the girls know."

"You really enjoy doing it?"

"Not always, but in your case yes it was fun. Especially you talking about that other girl you just had before. It's always interesting to hear how men really think about us women. And you're quite easy in telling what you really think."

"Good to know you enjoyed it. You're really good, you know. It took me quite a while to recover after that. First Debbie getting me all hot, then you finishing me off like you did... The girl I got after you wasn't that inspiring anyway. By the time I was ready for more pussy it was nearly dinnertime, so again it ended up being a job half done for me."

"After dinner you will get your chance."

"Looking forward to it."

Dinner slowly came to an end. Ashley felt rather full, she had ample time to eat while letting Julian do the talking. Coffee and a light dessert were served, everyone taking their time.

4. Evening -- some hours of unfettered fun.

William announced the end of dinner, "I hope you all enjoyed our food and company. Those who have not yet given their preferences for the night please give them to Angel, who is waiting at the door. For the rest of the evening, all I have to say is the bar is open and for the rest have fun. We will announce the pairings in a few hours."

Ashley sensed a wave of excitement in the dining room. It was of course obvious what was going to happen. No more dating games, no more ten minute limits, just go and enjoy one another. 

Julian did not waste time, he grabbed her hand and said, "Come, let's go. I want to be on the receiving end of one of your blow jobs again."

"Only if I also get to fuck you this time."

"Deal."

Ashley took the lead this time, guiding him to the bed where she spent some time with Todd before dinner, and instructing him to lay down. He was hard already, and she did not waste any time taking him in her mouth. Again the unmistakable taste of pussy on his dick, that must have been from the last girl. And she was quite sure she tasted some sperm in there as well, which should not he his. She realised that she had not had any guy come in her pussy yet, which was quite surprising. Julian was really a lucky guy tonight.

She heard people talking around them, giggling, moaning. Slowly she sucked the dick, taking her time. He tasted nice and smelled good, making the job at hand a rather enjoyable one. She let him slip out of her mouth and sucked his balls, gently, making some slurping sounds in the process. She heard Julian moan softly in approval, and realised how he was simply lying there, relaxing, and letting her do her thing. She took him in her mouth again and started bobbing up and down a little faster.

Suddenly a hand touched her back. She gasped, a bit shocked as the touch came unexpected, but quickly resumed her sucking. The hand probed her back, moved to her buttocks, and made its way in between her legs. A finger rubbed her wet pussy. The hand disappeared, she wondered what was going on, but nothing more happened. Julian started to moan a bit louder.

Not wanting to have him come in her face again she decided it was time to make her move, and get her part of the deal. So she let him slip out of her mouth, and moved her body forward, positioning her hips right above his throbbing cock. Using her hand to guide him she slowly sat down on him, taking him in her pussy. She moaned, he felt good. Not so big as Tom, just nicely filling her up.

Julian grabbed her hips, holding her in place. She started riding him, moving up and down his shaft, while he met her movements by thrusting his hips up. After a while she felt his hands moving up along her body, then grabbing her breasts. He massaged her lightly, flicking her sensitive nipples. She felt good, and started to move faster.

To her disappointment Julian did not last much longer. He grabbed her hips again, then she felt his dick swell inside of her, and he pushed himself up to dump his cum deep inside her pussy. He was moaning loudly now.

She moved off of him, feeling the juices run from her pussy.

"Thanks," he said. "You're great."

"You welcome. I hoped you could last longer."

Ashley felt some hands touching her, not Julian's. The hands came from the other side. They ran all over her body, probing her pussy.

"Sorry, your blow jobs are just too good," Julian said.

"I think I found a pussy in need," a man's voice said next to her. "But maybe you could blow me a bit first, I just hear you're good."

The voice was completely unfamiliar to her. Hands grabbed her head, and pulled her to the side of the bed. She felt a half-hard dick against her chin, and took it in her mouth. 

Not much taste, either he had not had any pussy yet or he did a good job washing, or both, she thought.

She sucked him gently, feeling him grow fast.

"You're one talented cocksucker, indeed," the man commented, still holding her head, fucking her face more than that she was giving him a blow job.

A few more strokes in her mouth, and he pulled out. He pushed her on her back, after which she felt him climb on top of her, and moments later felt his hard dick against her pussy. He easily slid in, she was so wet of her own juices and Julian's cum. She was horny, and immediately grabbed his hips with her legs, pushing him in deeply, urging him on.

He started to take her hard and fast, she helped him with her legs and by meeting his thrust with her hips. Before long she felt her orgasm coming, but the man would not stop. She moaned loudly, which encouraged him as he put up the pace even more. Her pussy was on fire, her body felt like it was about to explode, when finally with a deep hard thrust he started to cum.

He collapsed on top of her, she slowly regained her senses. After a minute or so he finally pulled out, her pussy was overflowing now. As soon as she regained enough strength she got up from the bed, not wanting to be taken by another man so soon. She was more in for a good drink and a serious break, and figured the other girls should take care of the men for now. She had taken care of two already, after all.

Ashley managed to find the bar, where she ordered a cocktail from the waiter. She had no idea how he did it, but she heard the familiar sounds of a cocktail being made. Two, three bottles, ice cubes, shaking, and finally pouring the drink in a glass for her. A few more people were sitting at the bar, a bit further away, chatting happily. 

A hand touched her back, then she heard the seat next to hear shift. "Mind if I sit here?" a woman said.

"No problem, do sit down."

The girl introduced herself as Debbie. Ashley instantly realised that this must be the girl Julian had been talking about. What a coincidence.

"Having a good day?" Debbie asked.

"So far so good. I'm happy."

"Good to hear. I mostly just can't stand these guys. So arrogant. Luckily not all of them, some are nice and good to be with."

"Got yourself a good date?"

"I hope so. I mostly hope he's going to choose me as well."

"May I know who's your number one?"

"Julian, a rather talkative guy. Playful, I had really fun playing with him. I didn't run into too many dates so well after tea I was still wearing my panties, and he was the one to finally take them off. Of course he was going to get them, eventually, but I had him prove he's worthy."

"How so?"

"Oh, just asking some simple questions. About how he would be able to please a girl and so. What he liked about me. He passed with flying colours, and in the end not only got my panties but a taste of my pussy as well. He was the first of the evening. I have the feeling he likes me, at least he says he does, and really took his time sizing me up."

Ashley remembered Julian said he would put her on top of his list, but was not sure whether she should tell her. "That's great. You may stand a good chance then."

"I really hope so. Many men don't like me."

"Really? You sound nice enough to me."

"I'm too fat."

"No way. You surely look good, or you wouldn't be here."

"Yes I am fat, just look at me. Use your hands, of course you can't see. I'm fat, and they all want skinny girls."

Ashley moved behind Debbie and hugged her from behind. She was quite a bit bigger than herself. She grabbed around her, touching her boobs, indeed pretty big and heavy in her hands, with large puffy nipples on top. Much bigger than her own. Her thighs large yet firm, a slightly round belly and a rather large ass. Indeed a little chubby, right as Julian explained.

"You're not fat, just big. Don't they love those big boobs of yours?" she said, sitting down on her bar stool again.

"Oh yes that's my main asset. The guys love it. And I love having my boobs played with, so that's the perfect combination."

Suddenly Ashley felt someone touching her, and a moment later there were two hands on her breasts, a man hugged her from behind.

"I'm in search of big boobs. Where are they? Can't be these, they're rather small."

"You got the wrong one," Ashley replied. "Try next to me. To my right. That's where the big'guns are."

The hands disappeared, and a moment later the man said, "Oh yes, that's what I'm looking for. You feel good, girl."

"Told you so, you're not too fat," Ashley said.

"So you agree I'm fat."

"Well I was just rejected for being too skinny, so have fun."

"True," Debbie laughed, and walked off with the man, leaving Ashley alone at the bar.

Just as she ordered another drink, a man found her sitting alone. Standing behind her he let his hands wander over her body, feeling her all over.

"Hello, angel, mind if I join you here for a bit?" he asked, and without waiting for an answer he sat down on a bar stool next to her. "You're a lonely angel, what happened?"

His voice and way of talking sounded very familiar to her, she recalled having met him earlier in the day. 

"I'm not an angel. I'm Rose. And how can I call you?"

"Parker, my Rose. Rose is a pretty name. I remember I met you before, you really look like an angel."

"Thank you."

"Last time I met you, you were also alone. But that time we were doing the blind dates, and you were just in between dates. Now how come you're alone again? Roses don't flower on their own."

"Well a moment before you arrived my friend was taken away by some horny guy who rejected me. I think they're now busy having sex somewhere in this room."

"And how come he didn't like you? You're so beautiful."

"My boobs are too small."

"No way, they're lovely."

"Debbie's are much bigger, and the guy wanted big'uns."

"OK, I must admit you don't fall into that category. So he just left you high and dry. No fun for you."

"I had my fair share already. And I needed a break, so no problem there."

"In for some more fun?"

"I'm ready." 

She finished her drink in one big swallow, immediately regretting the action as the swallow was much bigger than she anticipated, and the alcohol burned her throat. 

She swallowed hard, coughed, and then asked, "What do you have planned for me, anyway?"

"My friend is waiting at a sofa nearby. He asked me to find a pretty girl to share with him. I got him an angel instead."

He took her hand, and led her to his friend. He had to call his name to get the direction, being lost in the dark, though eventually they arrived.

"What you got there?" the friend asked. She was sure she heard that voice before but again could not remember his name. She also did not really care, he was probably not really interested in hers either.

"An angel. She's got a lovely body, you'll like it. Rose is her name."

"Sounds good. Please take a seat, Rose."

She was pushed down on the sofa, in between the men. They started to touch her, playing with her breasts and pussy, licking her nipples.

"You done a good job, it's indeed an angel."

They continued to play with her. She felt hands all over her body, and had no idea which hands belonged to whom. She became aroused again, as they paid extra attention to all her sensitive spots. Her pussy started to become wet again under the men's touches.

Then one of the men grabbed her, and moved her so she was on her hands and knees on the sofa. She felt one of the guys between her arms, the other was behind her. A pair of hands grabbed her head, pulling her down and a bit forward. She felt a hard dick against her lips. 

Just when she opened her mouth to take him in, she felt two hands on her ass, and another hard dick rubbing her behind. She started sucking the dick in her mouth, the guy who held her head used his hands to guide her up and down, controlling her rhythm. In the meantime the dick behind her had found her wet opening, and started to slowly make its way in. She moaned, feeling her pussy being filled again.

The man behind her started pumping, pushing her forward with every stroke, which in turn pushed the dick deeper in her mouth. She was being fucked from both sides now. It was really turning her on, she was already so sensitive, and then the stimulation in her pussy and the dick in her mouth worked wonders on her. 

"This angel of yours," the man behind her said, "This angel of yours, is a total slut you know that? She's sopping wet."

"And she's a great cocksucker, too. Wanna switch?"

"Yeah, let me get a feel of that mouth. I won't last too long, damn she's hot."

Ashley felt both men withdraw, and they switched positions. 

The dick now presented to her smelled like pussy, her own pussy this time. And it smelled like cum, cum from the previous guys that was still inside of her. A bit reluctantly she took it in her mouth, and started sucking. Already her pussy was being pounded hard, and her head was being held down firmly, so it was not that she had much choice.

It was strange to taste her own pussy, and cum, on the dick. She sucked him hard, and heard the man moaning. The man now behind her, that must be Parker she figured, was pounding her hard, holding her hips firmly. She started to moan louder, insofar possible with a dick in her mouth, as she felt she would soon have another orgasm. She tried to meet the thrusts in her pussy, concentrating now on her own pleasure. Moments later she felt the dick in her pussy swell, and after a few hard and deep thrusts she felt the hot cum rushing deep in her vagina.

The other man started to move hear head up and down harder, obviously also nearing his own orgasm. He pushed his dick so far in her mouth that she almost gagged, and then he came, shooting his cum deep in her mouth. She had no choice but to swallow it down, even though she really did not like it. She pulled back her head, and a next shot landed on her face, and the final one hit her lips.




Blind Date Ch. 03-05



"Thanks, my angel," Parker said. "That was great. You certainly gave us a little piece of heaven."

"Agreed," the other man said. "I'll continue lying down here for a bit."

Unsteadily Ashley walked back to the bar. To be used and discarded, that was in the end the name of the game at these events. Her pleasure was irrelevant, what would they care that she was left high and dry, highly aroused, with a burning clit, aching for release. 

More people had gathered at the bar, men and women, mingling and chatting amongst one another. It seemed most men were spent for now, and simply waited for the night to come. Her arousal levels started to fall slowly, and Ashley hoped that she would be done for the evening. While a moment ago her body was aching for more stimulation she now started to feel like she actually had enough. Her pussy still dripping wet from her own arousal with cum oozing out and running along her legs and the taste of cum lingering in her mouth, she felt dirty in more ways than one. At the bar she sat down, not caring about the puddles she was due to leave behind on the stool, and ordered herself another drink to clean her mouth and regain her strength.

Soon after she felt someone touching her waist, seemingly just feeling around.

"Sorry, just looking for an empty seat," she heard a female voice say.

"To my right should be an empty stool." 

"Thanks. I'm Lynn, you?"

"Rose."

Lynn sat down at the bar, called the waiter and ordered herself a drink.

"Ah, I needed that," she said after the drink arrived and she had a big swallow of it.

"They given you a hard time?" Ashley asked.

"Pretty much. Having cum once, maybe twice today, the men that are still in the game have incredible staying power, you know. I've just been fucked for what must have been twenty minutes straight. I'm exhausted. I started to wonder if he would never come, when he finally did."

"I feel for you. And I'm sure it wasn't your first either today."

"Exactly. How's your day been?"

"Not too bad. Lost my clothes, given head, got fucked maybe four, five times, got cum on my face, my boobs, and dripping from my pussy. Pretty much within expectations."

"And still a long night to come."

"True. Hope my date won't disappoint."

"Disappoint in what way?"

Ashley laughed, "Any way. As you said the night is long, so you can't just have sex all the time."

"Ladies, sorry to disturb you, but I like your cooperation," a man said from in between them. She then felt an arm around her waist.

"What's up?" Lynn asked.

"I told this lovely lady here with me that I can tell a woman's bra size by mere touch. She doesn't believe me. I sized up her correctly, which she called dumb luck, so we put up a little wager. Now if I get four out of five others correct, she'll give me a blow job."

"And if you fail?" Ashley asked.

"I've promised to eat her pussy until she comes."

"Sounds like a win-win for you. And you get to play with some more boobs to boot," Lynn said. "So what's the score now?"

"Well first I had her correct at 38DD, after which we started the bet. One correct, one wrong so far, so I must have the next three correct to win."

"OK, try me," Ashley said.

A moment later she felt the man hug her from behind, putting his hands around her. Feeling the size of her upper body, then putting his hands on her breasts, massaging them, playing with her nipples. She was sure this was not needed for the measuring. Finally he weighted her breasts in his hands, and moved away.

"That is a 36B."

"Correct."

"And how about me?" Lynn asked.

"Let me see."

It became silent, while the guy probed Lynn's chest.

A minute later he said, "Tricky. I think 38, no make that 40, you're pretty big. Cup size let me feel again ... that must be a C."

"You're close. It is 40 indeed, but C cup is just too tight on me. I'm normally wearing 40D."

"Yahoo, that's two out of four wrong, and hereby you lose the bet," a girl cheered behind them. "Come with me, find a sofa or bed, I hope you suck well."

"And I hope you taste good."

They all laughed. Ashley and Lynn had another drink, and chatted the rest of the evening away, until William called for attention announcing they had finished the pairings. Ashley heard a nervous murmur in the crowd, as everyone was curious about who they would get to spend the night with. 

5. An expected pairing comes with a big surprise. 

Ashley was nervous, too. Who would she be paired with? Would it be Tom? And would he be as entertaining as he was during the dates? 

Name after name was called. She heard Phoebe being paired with a man called Richard, she had no idea who that could be. Debbie and Julian got together too, as expected. And then finally she heard William announce, "Rose and Tom, room A7."

She was delighted. He kept his promise, and must have put her on number one, too. Now all she could hope for was for him to not disappoint. And she may have a highly entertaining night ahead of her.

The waiters came and went to deliver each couple to their respective rooms. Ashley was impressed by how well they could find their way in the darkness, as there was absolutely no light, nothing to see, nothing for reference to see where she was. Or where a wall was, or the corners in the corridors.

Ashley and Tom are also taken to their room. They explored the place a bit.

"I got a big bed, a table, some chairs here. Makes me think of a typical hotel room," Ashley reported.

"Found the bathroom. With a really large tub. I'm in for a soaking, and there's ample room for two."

Ashley heard water running, and made her way to the bath. She was happy to accept his invitation, a bath would do her good. When she arrived Tom was in the bath already. It was indeed a big one, comfortable for two people to take a bath together. The warm water slowly filled up the tub, covering them more and more.

They were silent, relaxing, just listening to the water. When the tub was full, Tom turned off the tap, and lay back down. Then it was silent. Neither of them said anything. Ashley started to relax, it was really comfortable. The bath was shaped so that she could lie comfortably without sliding in. She felt a high degree of trust in Tom, trust that he would treat her well.

Tom broke the silence, "So there we are. Alone. How do you feel?"

"Relaxed. Tired. Overall feeling quite well."

"Tonight I could celebrate, wasn't it?"

"Something like that it was, indeed."

"Having you here is celebration already. It brings back memories. So many memories."

"What memories?"

"Melissa. You're like Melissa. When she was younger, when we were just married. Some thirty years ago it was. I very much remember her slender body, her long raven black hair, her beautiful eyes and beaming smile. My Melissa."

Ashley started to feel a bit uncomfortable. This was not what she had expected at all. Was he playing with her again? It did not seem so, he sounded really sad. Why was he talking about another woman at all.

"What happened?"

"She's dead, almost three years ago. Traffic accident. The police told that she probably had a blackout, and lost control of her car before crashing head-on in a tree."

"I'm so sorry to hear that."

"I never got to say her goodbye. She was just, gone. Without warning, gone. The house was empty, I had no-one to come back home to. That was three years ago, I still can't forget her. I so much want to see her again, one more time, to at least say goodbye. But I can't. I tried to say it to her at her grave, but she's dead, there is no Melissa there."

Tom cried. Ashley moved so she lay on top of him, and hugged him. She felt really sad for the man, and was thinking whether there was anything she could do. And why he was here, at this event, and with her in the bath tub now, telling her this. She was really confused.

"Now I want to move on," he continued. "Move on with my life, but I can't forget her. I've always been true to her, never had another woman in my life. I came here to forget her and to move on, to have fun with the girls. But in the process I found you, too."

"Did you have fun?"

"Yes I did. It was rather liberating. I had sex with two girls even, but I couldn't enjoy it, I still felt guilty."

"Guilty of what?"

"That I'm cheating on her."

"I'm sure she doesn't think like that. Don't you think she'll want you to move on with your life?"

"Still... it just doesn't feel right. I just... I still hope to say goodbye to her."

He sighed deep, as if fighting back his emotions. Ashley was unsure what to do, this was out of her comfort zone, and totally beyond what she signed up for.

"I make you think of her, don't I?"

"Yes. It feels like you are Melissa, as if she came back to me."

She swallowed, gathered her courage and she said softly, "Maybe I am Melissa."

"Melissa... I miss you so much..." Tom cried, and he hugged Ashley tightly. "I am so happy to feel you in my arms again."

"Make love to me, Tom. Tonight. All night. As tomorrow I will be gone."

"I want you, Melissa. I want you. Let this be our final goodbye."

Ashley felt his hands caress her backside, running over her hair, touching all over her body. She also could feel his dick harden. She was rather shocked by the turn of events, as she was now basically pretending to be his dead wife, and a young version of that wife to boot. Though she figured it may just be what he needs to move on. It was the only thing she could think of to do given the situation, and it seemed to work.

She started to rub her pussy over his crotch, his hands grabbing her waist, stabilising her in her movements. He was really hard now -- did he really have any girls, she wondered. He said he had sex with two other women. Or was it just the pretence of being with his beloved Melissa?

She lifted herself up a bit, and grabbed his hard cock, guiding it inside her. He let out a groan, and called out her name. Slowly she started moving, the water sloshing over the edge of the bath. He held her waist at first, then moved his hands up to her chest, playing with her breasts, pinching her nipples. She supported herself on his chest, holding his shoulders. Strong, muscular shoulders.

Her pussy started to feel hot. Her arousal was building up fast. He felt good, he obviously was totally into her now. He toyed with her breasts, then ran his hands over the rest of her body, down to her thighs, and then back up again. He started to moan louder, urging her on, meeting her movements by thrusting his hips up, pushing his dick deep inside of her.

It did not take long. "Melissa, this one is for you! All for you!" he cried, and Ashley felt his dick stiffening inside of her while he started to pump his sperm deep inside of her. He came long and hard, and when he was done she stayed on him for a while before pulling up and laying down in the bath next to him. He was quickly going limp now. His breath slowly returned to normal, and so did hers. 

"I was your first tonight, wasn't I?" she asked.

"Yes. I couldn't do it. It just didn't feel right with the other girls. I tried, but couldn't. Their pussies were nice, but I needed yours, Melissa. You're the best."

"You saved it all for me," she said, and kissed him. "Thank you. A great farewell present."

He held her tight, "Don't go now."

"I'm not going anywhere before the night is over. Let's move to the bed, the water is getting cold."

She got up from the bath, and searched for towels. The floor of the bathroom was flooded, she walked carefully, feeling the walls, until she finally found a pile of towels. She grabbed one for herself and put it around her shoulders, then grabbed a second one and offered it to Tom. She first helped him to towel off, before she dried herself.

They went to the bed, and lay down. 

"Make love to me," Ashley said seductively. "Make love like you can only do to me. Let us become one, for one last time."

"One last time..." Tom repeated. "But I want you to stay with me."

"You know I can't stay."

"I want you."

"I want you too. Take me, like only you can do."

"Melissa... I love you so much."

Tom started kissing her, Ashley answering his kiss. She could feel the passion in Tom, his passion for his late wife Melissa, not for her. She had now become Melissa, and hoped that by playing this role well she could help Tom to say goodbye to her.

Tom started kissing her ear, biting her earlobe. Ashley started to laugh, as she was so sensitive there, it was very ticklish. He then moved down to her neck, kissing her softly. One side, then the other. It felt really nice, he was so gentle, so soft. He flicked his tongue a few times along her neck, she giggled. He laughed at her reaction and kissed her lips.

He moved down a little, and a moment later she felt his tongue on her chest, searching for her nipples. He took a nipple in his mouth, suckling it gently. She felt as if she was on fire, the arousal was really strong. Her nipples were hard instantly, he sucked her just right. It was as if he had been sucking that nipple for so many times that he knew exactly what she liked.

He sucked her for a long time, then moved to the other nipple. His sucking felt really good, Ashley felt her pussy getting really wet. She was so highly aroused, she thought he could make her come by just playing with her nipples, sucking her so gently, his hand playing with her other breast.

He moved down, a hand touched her pussy. It was as if a jolt of electricity had been applied, the sensation was so strong, she was just overly sensitive by now. A moment later she felt another jolt, as the hand was replaced by his expert mouth. The moment his tongue touched her clit she screamed out loud, continuing her screams while he flicked his tongue around, bringing her to orgasm in seconds.

She clamped her legs around his head, not letting him go, urging him on. He needed no encouragement. He lapped up all her juices, continuing to stimulate her strongly. When she came back down to earth she let go of his head.

"Wow, that was great. Best ever."

"That was my goodbye to you, Melissa. I want to send you off on a high note."

"Thank you so much."

After lying silently on the bed for a while to regain her senses and strength, Ashley climbed on top of him. 

"I'm not done with you just yet, Tom," she continued, as she rubbed her hands over his chest, playing with his chest hair. She bent down, grabbed his head between her hands, and planted a kiss on his mouth. Then she slowly scooted down on his body, until she was sitting on the top of his thighs. She felt his chest, enjoyed playing with his chest hairs, and played a bit with his nipples.

After a while she scooted a bit further down, and took his dick in her hands. He was hard already, very hard. She rubbed her hands up and down the shaft, before bending over and taking him in her mouth. She slowly started sucking him, in the meantime playing with his balls. She let his dick drop out of her mouth, and licked the full length before sucking him in again. Tom groaned, and played with her hair, caressing her head.

She sucked slowly, stimulating him gently, wanting him to last long. He should be able to last long now anyway but still there was no rush, no urgency. She listened to his soft moans, he was obviously enjoying her mouth very much. She sucked his balls in her mouth, very softly, knowing how sensitive a man's testicles are.

Having coated his dick in her saliva, she moved up again, and slowly impaled herself on him. He fit so nicely, filling her so well. She took him in completely, and then just sat down, enjoying the feel. She slowly started moving, feeling her pussy getting wetter quickly, lubricating him, making him slide in and out easier and easier.

Tom bent up, and took one of her nipples in her mouth again. Ashley threw her head back and her chest forward, encouraging him. He sucked very nicely. She felt very good, a hard dick in her pussy, her nipples being stimulated so nicely. She could feel his passion, he was really making love to her, not just having sex. Her pussy juices by now started to leak out, she was just sitting there on his dick and she started to leak already.

Then he grabbed her waist, and put her on her back on the bed, all the time keeping his dick buried inside her. She relaxed and spread her legs, allowing him full access. Slowly he started to move. In and out. Slowly, pulling almost completely out and then plunging deep inside her. She started to moan. He held her to the bed tightly, taking full control of the situation. She tried to follow his movements, keeping up with his rhythm.

"Melissa!" Tom cried. "Melissa!"

He pumped harder and harder. He held her shoulders to stop her from moving. Ashley started to moan louder, her moans became screams as she was reaching her orgasm.

"Melissa, let me send you off properly. Let us become one, one more time."

Her body tensed, she was reaching her peak. He was fucking her deep and hard now, bringing her over the edge. She screamed out loud. Her orgasm ripped through her, she could feel her pussy juices run freely as she clamped down on him tightly. She grabbed his ass with her legs, pushing him harder. It did not take much longer for him to come as well.

"Melissa, goodbye. Farewell. I love you, Melissa," Tom cried when he came. Immediately after he collapsed on top of Ashley, crying. She hugged him tight, and let him cry. 

He cried for a long time, and when he calmed down she said softly, "Thank you, Tom. That was the best goodbye I could imagine. Thank you. I must go now, I can not stay with you. Please do move on with your life. Do it for me."

"Melissa..." He continued to cry for a while, until he fell asleep in Ashley's arms. 

She felt sad for the man, and hoped she helped him to get over his loss and to move on. It would make the whole event worthwhile to her. Tired of the whole day, she quickly fell asleep too.

When they woke up thin lines of daylight peeked through the curtains. It was still quite dark in the room, but she could see a little. Ashley was really happy to be able to use her eyes again, to still have vision. She looked at the man next to her. He was indeed in his fifties, with dark grey hair. She had no idea how he really looked like until now. Her movements awoke him, and he slowly opened his eyes.

"Melissa?" he said.

"Melissa has left."

"Of course. She came back only to say goodbye. She's really gone."

"Yes." She touched his face, ran her hand over his head. "How do I look? Am I still pretty in the light?"

He smiled, "You are totally not like how I imagined you. Totally unlike Melissa. And yes you're still really pretty."

She traced her fingers over his shoulders, down to his chest, and played a bit with his chest hair. She was wondering whether he was really over Melissa now, and figured there was only one way to find out. Seduce him. Not as Melissa, but as Rose. She was looking forward to feeling his dick inside of her once more, this man was good. He was old enough to be her father, but with age comes experience, and the night before he did her really well.

"How do you feel now?"

"Happy. I was so happy to see her again, and to know that she's fine."

"That's great."

Her hand moved down, she found his cock. It was half hard, hardening quickly under her touch.

"Let's have some breakfast," she said.

"What do you have in mind?"

"Can I have you for breakfast?"

"Of course."

She pushed him on his back, straddled him, and took him in her. She was wet in anticipation. Anticipation of his hard cock filling her up, anticipation of his tongue teasing her nipples. She was not disappointed, as the moment she presented her breasts to his face, he took the bait. He started sucking her nipples, and started fucking her. She could feel he was very much into it. Not the passionate lovemaking of the night before, which was understandable, he was now enjoying her body for what it was.




Blind Date Ch. 03-05



Thanks to a total lack of foreplay it took her a while to get fully aroused, but then she got very wet. He lasted remarkably long as well, but finally he filled her up with his hot sperm.

Crashing down next to him, she said, "That was wonderful."

"That was a thank you for last night. For helping me to say goodbye."

Ashley smiled. It seemed everything came together well, and that Tom was indeed a step further in processing the loss of his wife. She had to admit that her date did not disappoint, even though it was not exactly what she had expected.

She got up from the bed to call room service and have breakfast delivered to her room. She then noticed two neat piles of clothing, Tom's and hers. She had no idea when this was delivered, she guessed it was there already when they were taken to the room, she just did not find it in the darkness. 

They got dressed before breakfast was delivered, and had breakfast together before heading out. In the main hall more people had gathered already, a few couples had not come out yet, they followed not long after. 

It was odd to see these people again, fully dressed. Ashley was wondering who she had sex with the day before. She also suddenly realised that other than Tom no-one had actually seen her naked, nor had she seen any of the other people naked. She had no idea how many men she had had, and was not about to start asking for any names to figure it who it were. It was better like this. What happened in the dark, stayed in the dark. 

She and Tom parted ways, and she started to mingle with the rest of the guests. Soon she noticed Phoebe, who looked rather happy. Most of the men and women were looking happy, and the others looked mainly sleepy -- they probably just did not sleep enough, which she considered a good sign in itself. 

William and Angel, you guys did it again, she thought. How you two do it I don't know, but you pulled off another event that all participants will remember for quite some time to come. And I'm sure a good amount of money has been raised for the blind.

The final couple came in, walking hand in hand, both looking a bit flushed, as if they had just been having sex and then rushed out of the room for the man to catch the plane. A slightly chubby looking girl, Ashley figured that must be Debbie. And the guy she was with, that must be Julian then. She thought back of the events of the previous night, including that she took a shot of Julian's cum on her chest. She felt odd looking at him, knowing what he did with her, but he probably not knowing who she was.  

Soon after the men were taken to the plane for their flight home, Phoebe approached her.

"Good morning, how's your night been?"

"Exciting. And very interesting. How about you?"

"Exhausting."

Ashley laughed, "So you had a good time?"

"Sure, I enjoyed myself."

"Me too. And now it's time to go home, don't you think?"

"Yes... and over two hours to wait for the plane to pick us up and take us back to reality. I'd like to go for a nap. Let's make use of one of those beds."

"Good idea."



Blind Date Ch. 03



Paige was sitting at her desk, trying to read one of the countless letters she had to get through before next week's issue, when June put her head and asked her to collect a fax and drop it off at Anthony's desk. Anthony, the exact man who's causing my loss of focus, Paige thought.

"Why can't you do it?" Paige blurted, putting the letter in the in tray and starting to pack up. She hoped June hadn't noticed her shaking hands.

"I've just had a call from the school. Emma's not well, I have to go get her. The woman on the phone said the fax will be sent in half an hour. I know you're finished, but..." June looked at her hopefully.

"Say no more, go get Emma. She's ten now, right?" Paige asked.

"Yes, ten," replied June with pride. "Before I know it she will be in high school. Well, best go. Thanks, Paige.

"Yeah...it's strange how time flies, isn't it?" Paige said to herself, thinking how much time had gone since Anthony was in her flat., Only two weeks, she thought, but it feels like months since I last saw him.

After she admitted she had slept with him because she wanted to, she had asked him to leave, and told him nothing could happen. Since then he had been nothing but professional, but sometimes she felt his eyes on her. 

He'd been out of the office all this week, but was back today. She hadn't seen him yet, she had been avoiding him since she had had a dream about him. She had dreamed they were back in the hotel. She hadn't left this time; instead, he pulled her into his body then turned so he had her pinned to the bed and in a smoky voice asked, 

"Do you want me?" 

She woke up breathing heavily, her clothes damp, her nipples erect and feeling wet between her legs.

Paige's thoughts were interrupted by the fax machine. Glancing at the clock on the wall she was stunned to realize how long she'd been day dreaming. She grabbed her bag and jacket and went to collect the fax, then hurried to Anthony's office. 

Paige took a few deep breaths as she stood outside the door. Get in, get out, she thought. Paige knocked and waited.

"Anthony?" she called through the door, he's not in, she thought relieved. Checking the door and finding it unlocked, she walked in. Relieved at finding it empty, she breathed a sigh of relief and walked over to the desk.

As she moved to place the fax on his in-tray, she heard the door close behind her. Without turning she knew who it was. 

"Have you decided you want more than a working relationship?" he asked, already knowing the answer. 

He knew what Paige was doing there -- the fax and wishful thinking weren't going to change that. June had seen him before she left and had let him know abut the fax. 

He had been waiting for the kettle to boil when he started wondering what Paige would be wearing. Something that showed her legs off, most likely, he thought. But tight jeans or baggy, he didn't care. He put down his coffee. Why should he care? She obviously didn't want to see him; he had been here all morning and he knew she'd avoided him. Leaving his coffee, he went to his office hoping to catch her. He didn't know why, or what he would say, but he needed to see her. 

She looked amazing, he thought. She wore a red summer dress that hung just past her knees, and heels that made her legs look long and slender. I had those wrapped around me, I had her between my...

"June had to leave," she said, breaking into his thoughts. "She was waiting for a fax when the school called, I was just dropping it off." She said. She was facing the desk and away from him.

Anthony could hear her voice was unsteady. Dare I...? he thought.

"And now...?" he asked, moving towards her.

"Now..." Paige repeated, then gasped when he trapped her between the desk and his body, his arms on either side of her.

"What are you going to do now?" He rubbed his cheek against hers.

She could feel the stubble on his jaw, then the smooth skin above, it made her feel... she closed her eyes and concentrated.

"I'm...going home," she said with little conviction.

"Are you?" He kissed her neck, feeling her shiver. He trailed kisses to her shoulder, pulling the strap of her dress down with his teeth.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked, grazing her shoulder with his teeth, praying that she didn't.

"No," she said breathlessly she dropped her head backwards.

He took the hint, kissing her neck. Lifting his hands off the desk, he trailed his hands up her hips. Keeping one hand on her hip, he let the other slide down her leg and caught the hem of her skirt, slowly drawing it up.

Paige gasped at the feel of his hand on her leg. "Wait," she said. She knew this was a bad idea but still wanted it.

"I can't, I've waited too long," he said, spinning her around and bringing his mouth crashing down on hers. "God, I want you," he said. He pulled back to look in her eyes, then quickly reclaimed her mouth.

"Do you want me?" he asked, trailing kisses on her jaw, "Do you?" He started to unzip her dress.

"Yes, Anthony. I need you, please," she said. She wrapped her arms around his neck and met his kiss avidly.

Sliding one hand into Paige's hair, Anthony deepened the kiss, and finished unzipping the dress. When he had the dress half way down, he placed his palm on her back, feeling her shiver in response. He smiled. Her skin was like silk, soft and pale like a pearl; she was one of a kind.

He finished unzipping her dress, then peeled it down to trap her arms. He bent and took a nipple in his mouth.

"Anthony," Paige cried out. She was feeling so much, but the main thing was love; she loved this passionate man, and at that moment it didn't matter that he was her boss, she just wanted him.

Anthony moved to the other nipple as he finished undressing her. Paige started unbuttoning Anthony's shirt, but was shaking so much he had to help her. She ran her hand through his chest hair, smiled when she felt him shudder.

Anthony slid his hand up her side, over her ribs to the underside of her breasts. Taking one breast in his hand, he stroked over the nipple with his thumb, and then twisted gently.

Paige came instantly, digging her nails in his chest. She bit Anthony's shoulder to muffle her scream as she came.

"Did you like that?" he asked smiling down at her. He kissed the top of her head.

"You know I did," she said, trying to get her breath back.

"Kitten," he said quietly.

"Hmm," she said, looking up.

"Retract the claws," he said. She looked down and he laughed at her nails still clinging into his chest.

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said. Embarrassed, she yanked her hands back.

"I'm not," he said. He tipped her chin up to look her in the eyes.

"What was that?" she asked suddenly.

"What?" he asked. Then he heard a door bang shut. 

He looked at his watch. "The cleaners, they will be coming in here soon. Come home with me," Anthony said, looking back at her.

Paige nodded, got dressed, grabbed her jacket and his as he dressed. They left the office and headed for the elevator that took them down to the car park. He opened the door for her, waited for her to get in, then looked around and gave her a kiss before closing the door. He slid into the drive's seat and drove for his home.

They were both silent, Paige staring out the window, Anthony kept his eyes on the road. He glanced at her occasionally, trying to divine her thoughts. He broke the silence by asking if she was okay.

"No," she replied softly, playing with the fabric of her dress.

"What's wrong?" he asked. He had to concentrate on the traffic, so he didn't see the love in her eyes when she looked at him. 

What's wrong?! What's wrong is I'm in love with you, I can't tell you, I've just had sex with my boss again, and I'm going to have to find a new job, she thought sadly.

"Just tired," she replied instead.

"Nearly there," he said. He reached over and squeezed her hand.

She looked up at him, the street lights making her blue eyes sparkle. Right then it hit him like a speeding train; he was in love with her. But he could feel her pulling away from him; he knew he couldn't let that happen. 

Pulling into his drive, he went around and opened the passenger door and helped her out. It was cold so he draped his jacket over her, then put his hand on her waist and pulled her close to his side. 

He wondered what she would think of his flat. Would she like it? hate it? think it shouted 'playboy?' He had no idea.

"I've just recently moved in, it was getting refurbished so that's why I was staying at a hotel, erm but you know that," he said nervously. He saw Paige smiling, he knew she was remembering that night. He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her.

"The shower's bigger here," he whispered in her ear.

"Oh, really?" She giggled and moved closer to him. 

"Mmm-hmm, and I've got a whirl pool bath," he said, nuzzling her neck.

"But first, food," he said, then moved so quickly that Paige nearly fell.

"Wait, what?" she asked, confused by the sudden change.

"Food, you eat it," he said, laughing at her expression.

"You mean strawberries and cream, right?" she asked, sashaying up to him and wrapping her arms around his neck.

"No, I mean food like dinner." He kissed her mouth, then unwrapped her arms and went over to the fridge. 

"Okay, we have eggs, cheese, chicken, yogurt, fruit and steak. Take your pick."

"Wait, you're going to cook for me?" she asked, astonished.

"Yes. Is that so hard to believe?" he asked, turning to look at her.

"So...I thought we were going to, well, you know... but you're cooking." Paige was confused.

He turned and took her hands in his as he looked her in the eyes. "I don't just want sex, Paige. I want to know you, I want to be with you, I want to watch movies with you, eat dinner with you. I want to wake up with you in my arms." For the rest of my life, he thought but didn't say.

"You do?" she whispered.

Taking her face in both his hands, he kissed her. "Yes, this is more than sex. You must feel that too," he said. He knew he was taking a risk, but one of them had to.

"I do, but..." Paige's voice trailed off.

"Take a chance, Paige. Take a chance with me." He kissed her full on the mouth. "Marry me," he said, then kissed her again, softly.

"What?" she asked breathlessly. Did he just ask what I think... she thought.

"Marry me. It was fate that we met, we were meant to meet. Don't you see, Paige? I need you. I've missed you so much. While I was gone, all I could think about was you. Where you were, what you were doing. I love you. Marry me. I swear you will never regret it." Anthony waited, his heart in his throat.

"You love me," she said. There were tears in her eyes now. "No one has ever said that to me." The tears escaped and ran down her face.

"It won't be the last time," he promised. "Marry me and I will say it everyday for the rest of our lives."

"Yes," she said, throwing herself in his arms. "Yes, I love you too, but I thought..."

"Shhh...now how about we celebrate?" He dropped a kiss on her forehead.

"How?" she asked with a huge grin.

"Mmm, it's a surprise." Anthony winked suggestively. 

"Head up stairs, first door on the right, lie down on the bed. I'll be up soon," he said. He kissed her, patted her bum, then went back to the fridge.

Paige found his room. It was so big, her entire flat could fit into it, she thought. She took off her shoes and lay on the bed as he had instructed.

"I don't have strawberries and cream but I do have ice and champagne." Anthony said from the doorway. He leaned against the door with a bottle in one hand and a bowl in the other, with a sly smile on his face.



Blind Date Ch. 04



Thank you WhiteWave48 for taking time off during the Christmas frenzy to read this chapter, edit out mistakes and make it more real.

*

It had been almost a year since the day Eashwar and I met in a coffee shop in Bangalore. That night a cancelled flight and one drink too many saw us become lovers. It was good then, and it still is now.

Eashwar was impulsive and quite, quite sexy, and I was crazy about the man. But now it was time for a change in our relationship, and the change had to be marked by something extra special. 

******

The river stones felt smooth and heavy in my palms - I had picked them up from the bed of the Ganges during our time in Rishikesh, and Eashwar had made me promise to paint them for him. I looked at the glowing colours and thought about all those good times they represented. There was yellow on black for Bangalore, our first time, and the aquamarine with gold waves was for when we rented a cottage on the beach for a wild weekend of love-making in Goa. We had got high on sex and grass and the thrill of having two whole days together. The stone with the stylised gold Ganesh on green was for Hyderabad. 

We had gone shopping for clothes, and I picked out a forest green hand-loom shirt for him. 

"When my mother sees it, I bet she'll say it looks like one of her dupattas," he laughed, but he bought it anyway. 

We made love all night that night, coming together again and again, sometimes tender, sometimes urgent. It was almost dawn when the thought of food occurred to either of us. Even then, in the kitchen, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. 

As he stood at the stove cooking up some instant noodles, the scene reminded me of our first night together. I moved in close behind him and pressed my cheek against the sweat-damp skin of his back, inhaling his sexy scent. He tensed, but carried on with whatever it was he was doing.I dropped little kisses down the length of his spine, kissing the firm curves of his ass and the sensitive skin behind his knees, and blowing on the soft hair on his calves. I felt a shiver run through his body, but he still didn't turn around, or grab me, or do any of the hundred things I wanted him to do. I walked my fingers up his spine again, knowing how ticklish he was, wondering how much longer he would let me continue this torture. 

I didn't have to wait long. He turned around and grabbed my hands.

"Stop," he growled with mock ferociousness, "unless you want to eat burnt noodles."

"I want to eat something else," I pouted, "and you won't let me." I batted my eyelashes for extra effect. 

Eashwar burst out laughing; I don't do coy very well. He put his hands on either side of my waist, lifted me and sat me down on the edge of the kitchen counter. 

"Do you, really?" he asked, desire smouldering deep in his eyes "Well, I want to eat something else too." 

Watching me watch him, he knelt between my legs, and pushed them apart gently. I felt his warm breath on the soft insides of my thighs, and stiffened in anticipation. He pressed a soft kiss on the mound of my womanhood, and his tongue lapped lightly against my closed lips, seeking the nectar welling up inside of me. Then, roughly, impatiently, he spread me wide open with his thumbs and closed his teeth and lips over my throbbing clit. 

My breath rushed out in surprise, and as he sucked hard, and scraped the sensitive bud with his teeth, lightning bolts of pleasure shot through me. My back arched as I grabbed his hair and thrust my hips into his face. I came in his mouth, moaning, shuddering my orgasm against his tongue, totally out of control.

He took me on the kitchen floor, pounding into me again and again with long hard strokes, till I could feel both our orgasms building up against the tight walls of my vagina. He waited till the first waves of my orgasm crashed over me, then jerked out of my warm wetness. 

"Open." He ordered, and pushed himself roughly into my mouth. Hungry for the taste of him, I grabbed his ass, pulled him in deeper, and welcomed his groan of release, as he filled my mouth with his thick, creamy, cum.

We fell asleep in each others arms, tired and happy, waking almost immediately to shower and get dressed. We were headed for different flights, different cities, and God alone knew when we would meet again. 

Before I left, I took off the thin gold chain with the tiny Ganesh pendant that I wore, and slipped it around his neck. 

"For luck," I murmured against his lips as we kissed good-bye, "and for love." He smiled.

It looked so good on him; gold and green. 

****** The flat, round stone with the pink lotus on its bed of gold was for Delhi. I dropped it into the sand-filled bowl, already glowing with the vibrant blues, yellows, and gold of the other stones. 

Eashwar and I met whenever we could. Sometimes co-incidentally we were in the same city at the same time, and sometimes we planned it that way. Then of course there were the phone calls, and the chats on IM, but somehow it was never enough, and I was starting to think maybe, just maybe, I was falling in love!

I was not the kind to fall in love, and even if I was, Eashwar was not the kind of man I thought I would fall in love with. He was younger- I liked older men. We had different tastes in just about everything you could think of. Both of us travelled a lot. When would we ever spend time together? 

Our families spoke different languages; he was brought up in a house where women had their place inside the home, and in mine we believed she could do anything a man did as well, if not better.

I had been my own person for too long to survive in a family where somebody else told me how to dress or what to do and think. After all, it was not for nothing that everybody said when you married an Indian man, you married his family! 

Don't get me wrong, I hadn't reached the age I was without having some domestic dreams of my own. I had been married, done those things Eashwar wanted in his life, those things he found new and exciting. There was nothing wrong with them, just that I didn't want to go down that road again.

Then Delhi happened. 

******

Eashwar let himself into my hotel room and found it empty. The lights were turned down low and strains of Ravi Shankar's sitar music played softly on the laptop on a desk by the window. He walked towards it. 

"Be with you in a few minutes," he read on the screen "help yourself to a drink."

He poured himself a small drink from the bottle of single malt on the table, settled into the comfortable chair, and switched the TV on. He smiled in anticipation of the evening ahead. 

A few minutes later, he turned to get another drink, and stopped. I was standing in the room leaning against the frame of the door, watching him. He stared at me; when had I come in? I was wearing a hot pink and gold Kancheevaram saree with a tiny gold crushed-tissue blouse. Heavy gold chandelier earrings with rubies and emeralds dangled from my ears, I wore a necklace to match, and at least a dozen gold bangles on each hand. 

A gold tikka glittered in the parting of my hair which was brushed loose over my shoulders. I could have stepped out of the pages of an Indian bridal magazine. Only my smile, tinged with mischief and seduction, seemed out of place. 

This was his fantasy; to have me wear traditional clothes, to make love with the smooth cool silk of the saree wrapped around us. His eyes, already hot with desire, locked with mine. 

Eashwar walked towards me, his drink forgotten. He knelt down, as if in a trance, and gently lifted my foot onto his thigh. I wore high heeled stone encrusted slippers and thick, heavy, gold anklets. Wordlessly he traced the design of an anklet then slowly bent down and licked the arch of my foot. I held onto his shoulders and moaned. 

Liquid pleasure unfurled from the places his fingers touched. The heat rose to my trembling thighs and to the soft spot in between them. I was sure he could smell the musky scent of my arousal.

He slid his hands under my saree and up my tingling calves and thighs, placing tender, barely there kisses on every inch of skin his hands exposed. My saree moved up with his hands, and bared more and more of my dusky skin to his eyes and lips.

The silk was now bunched about my waist. He looked up at me, eyes glazed with desire. Still not a word was spoken. He squeezed the curves of my ass, and his eyes widened with surprise.

"Turn around," he ordered. He pushed the saree up and I could feel his hot gaze on me, then heard his soft laughter before he pressed light, barely-there kisses on my curves. 

"You like?" I asked, unsure. I was wearing a jewelled thong. I remembered him mention them saying they looked sexy, and bought myself a pair. I had never worn anything like this before.

"I love," he answered as he ran his fingers lightly along the sparkling drops, flicking them against my skin. His fingers slipped between the curves of my ass.

My breath caught with a sharp hitch. I turned around swiftly. 

"Eashwar," I pleaded. "Don't tease..."

He didn't answer, just pushed my thighs apart. The thin silk glistened wet with my juices. He buried his face in that warm triangle, and inhaled deep. My fingers tangled in his hair. Oh god, this man was so good. 

"Eashwar?" I breathed. No reply. Instead he lapped at the wetness of my honey-soaked panties with the tip of his tongue. I couldn't stand it, I couldn't even stand upright anymore. 

I dropped to my knees in front of Eashwar. We looked into each others eyes. I kissed him. Licking across his lower lip, and sucking it into mine. I nibbled on it, gently at first, then harder. Biting, drawing a swift sound of pain from him. I sucked on his tongue, tasting my juice on him. The scent of his skin was intoxicating, and I just couldn't seem to have enough.

I slipped the fingers of my right hand into his shirt and rubbed the tips of my fingers across his nipples. I heard his groan, and laughed. I pinched his nipple hard and absorbed his gasp into my mouth. The next thing I knew, I was lying flat on my back, on the dhurrie.

Eashwar straddled me and held my hands up above my head. 

"Want to play games, my vixen?" he asked, a wicked smile on his face, and before I could reply he bent down and bit the corner of my lower lip. Hard.

"Aah!" I yelped, taken aback by the sharp pain. Tears welled in my eyes. I could feel the metallic tang of blood in my mouth. I struggled to get free; I wanted to scratch his eyes out. 

Eashwar watched for a few seconds, amused at my efforts, and leaned forward to lick that drop of blood from my lip. Without even thinking, I bit at his tongue, and was rewarded by a small sound of pain. 

But he didn't move. He kept kissing me, tongue rubbing against mine, sucking on my lip, my tongue, licking my tears away, touching and squeezing my breasts, rolling my hard and hurting nipples between his fingers, through their covering of sheer gold cloth. 

I was moaning and whimpering now, arching my back, struggling to get free, this time to touch him, to caress him like he was caressing me. To give him pleasure, to rub my palms over my aching breasts and soothe the burning want, to touch and tease him. 

Finally, when I thought I couldn't take any more without bursting into flames, he released me and got up. I looked at him, eyes clouded with desire and confusion. 

"Eashwar?" That's all I seemed to be saying all evening, his name. 

He ignored me and walked away. What had I done wrong? I imagined how I must look, lying there on the floor, hair all messed up, pink and gold silk bunched around my waist, legs wantonly apart, my swollen sex barely hidden by the scrap of wet black silk, arms, legs and neck festooned with gold and precious stones. 

Shame washed over me, and I moved to cover myself. 

"Leave it." Eashwar said. How did he know? He wasn't even looking at me. 

I lay back, and watched him as he walked to the table. God, how good he looked from behind, body lean and firm. The grey trousers and indigo silk shirt looked so sexy on him. I imagined taking that shirt off, and kissing my way down the tattoo of the tiger that stalked from his shoulder across the expanse of his back. I slipped my hands between my legs, and softly rubbed myself through the wet silk. 

He picked up his drink and walked back towards me. Eashwar knelt beside me, pushed the knee of one leg up and propped the ankle of my other leg on a low footstool. It was as if he was arranging my body for his viewing pleasure. I was wide open for him now. He unpinned my saree from the shoulder of my blouse, and slowly drew it off my breasts. He could see the dark areolae of my nipples through the sheer gold fabric; I wasn't wearing a bra. He placed gentle, wet kisses on my aching nipples, making them harder and hurt as they rubbed against the rough tissue. 

He sat back on his heels.

"Touch," he whispered, "I want to watch." 

His eyes followed my hands as they rubbed across the wet spots on my blouse, teasing my breasts, pinching my nipples and rolling them between my fingers. Setting his drink aside, he leaned forward and pushed my legs even further apart. With a sudden jerk, he snapped the clips on the sides of my thong and slowly drew it up and out from between my legs. I moaned as the crystals bumped against my throbbing clit, teasing me. 

"Touch," he whispered again, and, crushing my juice soaked panties in his hand, he took it to his face, and inhaled deep. 

I rubbed my palms along the soft insides of my thighs and brushed them across my smooth mound. He watched as I spread the lips apart and rubbed two fingers along the slick wet opening and traced circles around the clit. How that aching bud wanted my attention, but I refused to touch it yet. Instead I slipped two fingers inside, and then one more, and moaned as I played with myself. Half the pleasure was from my fingers, and the other half in knowing he was there, watching, hard and throbbing, wanting to be where my hand was.

Eashwar shifted, and knelt in between my thighs. 

"Please," I whispered. I didn't know what I was begging for. I wanted his touch. My body was burning for him. 

Eyes locked on mine, he took my fingers up to his mouth and sucked my wetness off them, licking along the side, and teeth scraping the soft sensitive pads. I gasped as sharp ripples of pleasure seemed to spread from my fingertips all the way to the pit of my stomach. I wanted him, his weight heavy on me, his hardness filling me up, driving me over the edge. 

"Please," I begged again. 

He dipped his fingers in his whiskey and dripped it over my tingling body. I shivered as the cool liquid flowed over the hot skin of my stomach and pooled between my legs. He scooped up the wetness, whiskey and honey and slowly licked it from his fingers. I moaned. Damn, I wanted those fingers in me.

I grabbed his hand and placed it on my wet lips. 

"Tell me you want me." he said. "Beg."

I shook my head. No, I wouldn't beg. He started to rise. I quickly grabbed his hand again. 

"No." I pleaded.

"No what?"

"No, don't go."

"Why?"

"I want you baby, don't go."

"What do you want me to do?" he demanded.

"I want you to take me now me. Please," I begged.

His fingers plunged into my hot tight pussy, and I closed my eyes, shuddering with pleasure. 

"Yes," I moaned. 

He stroked me -- "yes" - slowly, two fingers at first, then three -- "oooh yes" - and then four, stretching me wide, hurting me, pushing me towards the orgasm I could feel building up in the tightness of my thighs. I threw my head back, and thrust my hips towards him. 

"More, more please, I think I'm going to come," I groaned. 

He pressed his thumb hard against my clitoris and my back arched off the bed as hot sensations streaked through me. Quickly he pulled his fingers out of me and smacked my clitoris sharply. I screamed. That touch had me coming, hurtling into space, blinded with pleasure, shaking, moaning, exploding into a million tiny fragments. 

As I slowly came down from that high, he slid his fingers out, and licked them clean of my wetness. I smiled lazily. The waves of my orgasm still pulsed through me. Eashwar was so, so good. 

I rose and stumbled to the bathroom. My reflection smiled back at me in the mirror, flushed, looking well-loved. I removed my blouse, saree and underskirt. I stroked dark red colour across my swollen lips, ran shaking fingers through my hair, rewrapped the silk loosely around my body, under my arms, and walked back into the bedroom. 

I was ready for round two, and this one belonged to Eashwar.

He was standing by the window, looking out at the lights of India Gate. 

"What are you thinking about?" I asked, even as I groaned inwardly at the inane question. 

He turned, drew me close to him and caressed my hair. 

"About you," he replied "and about me." 

"Naughty thoughts I hope," I teased, and looked down. There was no evidence of any hardness in his trousers. How selfish I had been. This evening had been all about me so far. It was time he had some some pleasure too.

The hand in my hair turned to a fist as he grabbed some tightly, and then his other hand was on my shoulder, pushing down. I looked up at him, and he kissed me full on the lips, soft gentle kisses at first, then harder till we were both gasping for breath. I pulled back slightly and smiled, never losing eye contact with him.

I rubbed the palm of my hand over the front of his trousers. He wasn't very hard yet; perfect. I quickly undid the belt buckle, and slid the zip down. The tip of my tongue flicked out to lick at the corner of his lip. I reached inside his open trousers and cupped his firmness in my hand. Velvety hard. 

I pushed his trousers over his hips, brushing my hands along his thighs as I moved on down. No inch of skin remained unkissed, and I took my own sweet time doing it. Down to his knees now - little kisses pressed into the sides, and lower still, to his calves and ankles. 

I quickly took his shoes off, and his socks and pants. He ripped his shirt open, and flung it aside. It was my turn to tease him now, to press kisses on the sharp contours of his ankles, and to kiss my way up his legs, muscles tight with anticipation. When I reached his knees I pushed his legs apart and kissed my way up the insides of his hair-roughened thighs. I could feel the sweat bloom on his skin, and smell the warm, musky scent of his aroused maleness.

I heard Eashwar groan when I traced little wet circles with the tip of my tongue high up on his thighs. He grabbed a handful of my hair and tried to pull me in closer, but I hadn't finished playing yet. I nuzzled at his groin and breathed deep; I just couldn't get enough.

Slowly I turned my attention to his male hardness. Grasping him in one hand, I flicked my tongue out and licked at the slit at the tip. Mmmm...salty wet, delicious. Again Eashwar groaned in pleasure, and thrust his hips forward. I heard his breath come louder and faster and pushed him some more, circling the ridge of his shaft with the flat of my tongue, with long leisurely licks at first, then quick, butterfly movements that had him moaning and thrusting himself into my mouth, mimicking the movement of lovemaking. I swirled my tongue around him, sucked lightly,and then opened my mouth wide to take him all the way into my the back of my throat, the sounds of pleasure coming from him driving me on to please him more. His hands gripped my shoulders hard, and I knew I would carry his mark on me long after this evening was finished. 

*

Later, much later, I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, finger combing my hair, when he walked up to stand behind me, and hugged me tight, arms under my sore and aching silk-covered breasts. He rested his chin on my head, and smiled as our eyes met in the mirror. 




Blind Date Ch. 04



Paige smiled at him, as he walked over to the bedside table carefully put down the bottle and the bowl filled with ice cubes. Paige sat up and tried to reach him, but he evaded her hands and walked over to the window. Looking through it, in a voice that sent shivers down her spine he asked, "Do you trust me?"

"Yes. I love you," she said moving behind him, and hugging him, laying her check on his back.

"Then go back and lie down, but this time close your eyes. And no matter what don't open your eyes." He said still looking out the window. An instant later he heard the bed creak a little as she climbed back on it.

As Paige closed her eyes, she could hear very little movement, and felt a little afraid, not scared, but excited and thrilled with anticipation and could feel the bed lower under his weight. He leaned over kissing one closed eyelid and then the other, trailing down her cheeks till he was kissing her mouth with nibbling kisses. As soon as she opened her lips for him, he retreated. 

"I want to go slow. If I feel your tongue, Ill want to take you, I will remove just enough clothing so that I can be inside you. This time I want to make it right. I want you to be as turned on and as frustrated as you made me feel these last few weeks, denying both of us. Payback's a bitch. Isn't it?" He said getting off the bed. 

When she heard his shoes hit the floor, she imagined him stripping, but there was no sound of his belt clanking, or his zip being lowered. She felt the bed sink again, and when she felt his thighs on either side of her, she tried to reach for him, only this time to find him take hold of her wrist.

"Give me the other one." He said in her ear, his stubble scratching her check.

"Why?" 

"Trust me," he replied biting her ear and travelling down her neck.

Slowly she raised her other wrist and he held both her wrists in one hand. She could feel him tie her wrists together and lift her hands above her head.

"Hold the bar," he said. When she did as he asked, he secured her hands to the bar. He slid his hands slowly down her arms, from the pulse point in her wrists, to the indent of her elbow, all the way down her shoulders. He repeated the action with kisses, and light bites, till she was wriggling on the bed. 

"Anthony," she cried out, she was so close to coming with just the simplest touch of his mouth. 

"Ill be right back," he said, lifting himself off of her and the bed.

"You're not going to leave me, are you?" Paige asked in a worried tone.

"Never Paige, now you're mine," he said kissing her. It was fleeting but it was enough to reassure Paige.

She heard him, open and close the bedside drawer. She felt him lie down beside her again and something cold against her skin but it wasn't the ice.

"I've never tied up a woman before, so I forgot one important detail. How would I get your clothes off? It's too late for you to take them off, so..." he said as she felt something cold slid under the strap of her dress. She heard a slicing noise and her strap fell down. He's slicing my dress off, she thought feeling a little excited.

"How am I supposed to go home without any clothes?" she asked.

Cutting the dress between her breasts down her stomach, he replied, "That's the good thing about it. I'll buy you a new one." After he was done with the dress, he moved on to her underwear slicing the sides and whipping them off.

"You could have taken them off the usual way, my legs aren't tied" she said.

"But I like cutting things off you, as you just lie there." He said laughter in his voice. "Now, since I can't get your clothes wet, I can do this." He said taking an ice cube and rubbing it over her lips. "Your lips are like the sweetest of berries, no lipstick and so naturally red. Your skin is like white pearl, no imperfections," he said running the ice down her throat. "Your breasts are so perfect handful and your nipples so erect a dead giveaway of when you're turned on, like now" he said running the ice over them, and replacing the ice with his mouth. 

"Anthony," she breathed, arching her back.

"Shh, just feel, and listen," he said, grabbing a new ice cube, and running it between her breasts down her smooth stomach, and drawing a line towards the area where she wanted his touch the most. As he trailed the ice from one hip to the other, she felt the water run between her thighs. He licked up the trailing the water left by the ice, sliding his tongue inside her just a little.

"Anthony," she screamed, arching of the bed, "Please, please...I need..."

"Learn to be patient, because I'm not going to make love to you until I have touched ever inch of your skin with ice and then my mouth..." His words were too much for her to handle and without him even touching her, she came till she was panting. 

"You came from me telling you what I want and what I am going to do to you. You're going to cum a lot more before I'm inside you" he said. She felt him shift and felt the ice on her foot, at the back of her ankle and then at the back of her knee followed by his lips. 

"Its too much, Anthony..." 

Ignoring her, he slid his hands between her thighs. "Open your legs," he said breathlessly. He wasn't sure how long he could keep this up without coming himself. Realising the thought of not being inside her when he comes, he jumped up from the bed, suddenly. 

"I can't wait, I know what I said, but I need to be inside you, now" he said while stripping his clothes off. He came back to her, freeing her hands off the bar, but keeping them together, he placed her arms over his head so that she wouldn't have any other option but to leave her arms there and slid between her legs. 

"Wrap your legs around my hips... Ahh yes, oh god Paige, I can't wait anymore" he said as he shoved into her again and again. He felt Paige's walls squeeze around his cock, and instantly they were both cuming and he continued to plunge into her wanting to share everything with her. 

"I love you, God I love you so much" he said as collapsed on her.

"I love you to," she said, her voice cracking.

"Hey, are you crying? God did I hurt you? I'm sorry I..."

"No, I'm just so happy." She said smiling through her sobs, "They are happy tears, I never knew I could feel like this."

"Me neither. Here, let me cut off the rest of my tie and we can drink the champagne and celebrate our new life."