Water's Wet Erotica (Seven Stories: Including Virgin to Vixen Series) (4 page)

I felt my nipples
pucker
under the intense feeling of this stranger’s
mouth
on my neck
.
My breasts swelled while my nipples poked at my bra
. A
slight moan left my lips.
I inhaled
from
shock
at my verbal, public display of passion. I wanted more.
My panties were wetter than they had ever been. I needed him to do more.
He read my mind.

“Clear your mind, and
allow
your body to
take
me in.
Don’t think of anything but my
touch
, my desire for your tight, beautiful body. I
need
you as much as you
need
me.” His
warm
breath settled in my ear.

I trembled. He pressed his hard cock against my ass as his left hand traveled from the middle of my thigh to the
inside
of my thigh. His fingers rubbed my bare skin where the cusp of my panties
met my
bare
leg
. He was teasing me beyond anything I could
handle
with tender fingers that caressed as if I was cherished, precious,
desired.
Unable to hold back,
I let out a loud moan.

He turned me around.
I couldn’t see him
through the blindfold
, but I could feel his body inches from mine.
I could feel his
mouth
move from my cheek to my lips.
His mouth was warm and
soft
. His tongue was hot and wet.
His tongue circled
mine
. His lips
suddenly
devoured mine
as he began to unleash his passion
. His fingers slid each
button
of
my blouse out of their
button
holes. His mouth was distracting my
mind
from his hands that attacked my shirt.
I felt the
brisk
air
touch my skin when my blouse opened
and dropped to the floor.
The air conditioning must have been maxed out in the club to keep all of the people cool. Tonight, I wasn’t wearing a bra, which made my stranger’s job easier and faster.

I knew that m
y firm breasts and puckered nipples were
fully
exposed
.
I reached up to cover my body
, caving to a lifetime of forced modesty
.

His deep voice scared me. “Put down your hands
now
. Don’t you ever conceal yourself while you’re being
pleasured.
That is a direct insult to the person who is pleasuring you. And moving your hands in front of you tells me that your mind is not
entirely
free
.”

He sounded
serious
. I swallowed against a mixture of fear and desire. He seemed to be one step ahead of me and knew exactly what to say and
how
to make my panties
even
wetter than they were. I could feel his eyes devouring me in the dim lighting of the room. He had stopped touching me, so I could only
assume
he was staring at
my semi-nude body
.
I kept my hands
down
; I closed my eyes behind the blindfold and let out a sigh of
relief
.
I let the
endless
questions
release
from my mind. No longer was I wondering:
What does he think? Do I disgust him? Does he still want me?
 

I allowed myself to enjoy his prying eyes. I
took deep breaths and
enabled myself to
accept
my body, my breasts and this
moment
in a
stranger
’s nonphysical embrace.
I gave into the sensations of his touch and his confidence.
He must have seen when I
let
myself relax because
,
once I physically did that, he ran his hand from the side of my face, down my neck and over my
small
but
firm
mounds.
It felt like a
delicious reward for obeying his request not to cover myself.
My nipple bent against the palm of his hand. His fingers trailed under my breasts to my stomach and then his mouth kissed the
mound
around my areola.

I moaned
at the sensation, which shot bolts of electricity from the tips of my nipples to my clitoris
. I swallowed against the tightness in my throat.
I let m
y
head fall back as I arched my back. My shoulders leaned up against the wall behind me, and I exhaled deeply.

“My
sweet
, innocent virgin wants more.
Don’t you
,
gorgeous
?”

I nodded, with my top teeth biting down on my bottom lip.
“Yes, I do.”
He was
partially
right. I did want more, but at that moment, I needed it more than I wanted it. My pussy was aching to be touched.
My panties were drenched with my juices, and my legs were trembling.

I could feel his breath on my nipple
as his mouth neared and I arched my back to raise my breasts for his lips
.
His mouth came down hard around my areola, and his tongue began to flick at one of my
swollen
nipples.
He moved from one breast to the other
,
being careful not to
neglect
one over the other.

I was nearly panting with the sensations of my breasts being tenderly devoured. The sensation was sublime.

While his mouth was on my breasts, h
is large hands cupped my
round
, tight ass under my skirt while his fingers rubbed at the crease of my thighs and my quivering pussy.

“Touch me, please. Touch me, now,” I whispered beneath the sheer agony of needing to feel his touch. He knew I was struggling. He didn’t care.

He released his mouth from my breasts, removed his hands from my inner thighs and said sternly, “Don’t beg.
If you’re begging, it means you are not enjoying. It means your mind is moving beyond the moment with one goal, and that’s to skip ahead.
I want you to savor every single
sense
that I
bring
to you. I want you to
know
my
smell
, know my
taste
, know my
voice
fluctuations and
know
my hands. I want you to
know
my
touch
.”

Again, he was one step ahead of me. I was trying to move him along. I was trying to get him to
bring
me to this
climax
that I’
d
heard so much about. I wanted him to
rush
forward
and
touch
my
pink
bud
that hid behind the cotton of my panties. While I thought of rushing him
to the orgasm
, I wasn’t paying attention to the pleasure
that
he was bringing me in the
touch
that
he was giving me at that moment.

“
Please. I must know.
What is your name?” I barely whispered.

“My name is not important.”

I was standing topless in front of this stranger
,
while
he refused
to tell
me his name.
I suddenly felt a tinge of anger and vulnerability. I wanted to rip off the blindfold,
grab
my shirt and
run
for the exit sign. I did want to do that . . . but I didn’t run away from the sensuality that he brought forth from my body.
He had the upper hand, and he knew it.

“What should I call you then?” I asked.

“Call me ‘sir’ or ‘master,’ if you wish to call me anything.”

I was utterly shocked.
“I most definitely will not
!
”
I replied.

“Then don’t worry about a name.”

He grabbed my hand and carefully walked me, still blindfolded, to another part of the room. Then he unbuttoned and unzipped my skirt and slid it down over my legs. I didn’t protest. This is what I wanted. This is what I needed.
But I
admit that when my skirt came down, I
was scared.
I froze and waited for what he would do.

H
is fingers went into the waistband of my white cotton panties. He slid
my panties
down to the bottom of my feet
. “Step out of these,” he ordered
.
I was now
stark
nude and blindfolded in the back of a club on the other side of a wall where everyone was
nude
and enjoying each other, and rather noisily at that, even above the sensual music. I was aroused beyond any
point
that I could imagine.

I felt his hand leave my body. “Don’t go!” I cried softly.

“Don’t move.
I’m
just
going to
put
down a
sheet
. Then
,
I’m going to
lay
you down.
’

I stood perfectly still, blindfolded and
nude
with my nipples hard and my pussy
wet
and dripping moisture down my inner thighs. Where did he think I was going to go? I inwardly smiled at that last thought. When he laid me down, he whispered in my ear, “You’re so beautiful.”

I was ready for him to
touch
me
further
, but I was not about to rush him. I decided to stay in the moment,
to listen to the sounds that he made, smell his breath as it lingered near my face.
The smell of his breath was replaced by the smell of something sweet that tickled my nose. He had placed a flower up to my nose and gave me enough time to recognize what it was.

Then I felt that flower touch my lips, slide over my neck and circle around each nipple. The petals on the flower caressed the skin of my stomach and played in the hair that covered my nest. Suddenly, I felt his hand
spread
my legs apart. I resisted for a mere second until I gave him back full control. I had feared that he sensed my resistance and would walk away from me. Instead, his tongue ran from the
inside
of my knee to my swollen clit.

At first, I felt him
place
warm
, wet kisses over my
entire
pink flower. I felt his moans
vibrate
against my skin. I let out a yelp that sounded awkward. No one had ever touched me there, let alone kiss me in such a
private
place. It was more of a surprised cry than a protest, and he did not chastise me for the yelp.

And then my stranger took his fingers and
spread
apart
my pussy lips
to expose my swollen, pink
knob
to his prying eyes and salivating mouth. At this point, I was glad to be blindfolded because I could not have faced anyone who was doing that to me. His tongue swept the right
side
between my right
lip
and my clit. Then he circled over the top of my clit and slid his wet tongue down the left side. My hands flew to
my mouth to
cover
the screams that I was fighting to
keep
within me.

I knew he would say something about that before he did, but simultaneously, I threw my hands off my mouth and put them to my
side
when he said, “Remove your hands or I will tie them down.”

Once again, he was
right
. I was trying to
hinder
my
expression
of
desire
which was pulling me from the moment. He owned me.
He had complete control over my mind and body at that moment.