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Blind Date
“I think we should meet.”
Over and over, again, I rolled the words across the tongue in my mind’s mouth, like a buttery-toffee, leaving sweet trails of delight in its wake. A meeting. She and I. My mind raced with wild abandon at the possibilities.
Since the divorce from my loving wife of twenty years, I had precariously guarded my heart from experiencing such pain and loss again. That is why I had turned to the Internet. While online, I could satisfy the needs of my heart and my desires, without surrendering my safety. And over the past few months I had become quite close to a gentle and kindred soul by the name of Marie.
Her passion was like none I had ever seen. An exquisite pearl, hidden within the oyster of her own insecurities and self-doubts. And her own sexuality was a tribute to the female spirit. A bead of sensual ecstasy, lying dormant beneath the hood of a “proper lady”, waiting to be awakened.
For an entire day, I sat in thought, weighing the pros and cons of such a meeting.
Logic insisted that I refuse the request. By agreeing to meet, I would only be setting myself up for yet another painful fall from grace.
But my heart insisted otherwise. If there was one thing that I had learned in my wife’s absence, it was the need for companionship. After twenty years of sleeping with my wife in bed next to me, I found myself awake far too many restless nights, hoping to find that I was merely dreaming, and that, in deed, she was in bed beside me.
And so, with a deep sense of anxiety and excitement, with the risk that I was about to take, I responded to her request.
“I agree. Name the time and place, and I’ll be there.”
My finger poised above the enter key, I reconsidered one final time, before sending the message. All day I stayed online, hoping to hear from her. Hoping to know that she had been as anxious for my response, as I now was for hers.
And then my answer came.
“Terrific. We’re in luck, because I discovered just this morning that I am to take a business trip to your city during the first weekend of next month. If you can scope out the entertainment, then I will provide the room.”
I was shocked. I hadn’t realized that such a meeting would come about so easily. A natural pessimist, due to my wife’s infidelity, I had assumed that we would spend months planning the details of our “date”.
Within the coming weeks I fleshed out the details of our meeting. And I was on pins and needles the entire time, giddy with an excitement that I had not felt since my wedding night.
Eventually the day arrived and I checked and double-checked every detail. I called the hotel to make sure that her room was ready and waiting for her arrival and I also made sure that her package was awaiting her. With the assurances of the desk clerk I smiled and marked my checklist. Only a few more things and I could relax and wait for her to call.
As the final item was placed on my checklist, I leaned back onto my couch and thought back to the note that I’d left with her package.
“This my dear, is your part in tonight’s culmination. First, I want you to remove all of your clothing and stand in front of your mirror, visualizing your own sexuality. Envision yourself as I see you, a perfect union of beauty, intelligence and wit.”
“Next you will individually and with great care adorn yourself with the jewelry items that I have selected. Again, admire yourself in the mirror, paying close attention to the sharp contrast between your dark, tanned skin and the bright, gleaming gold.“
“Then you will place one dab of perfume upon each of the following locations: just above your clit, just above your navel, and at the bottom of your neck. Just a dab, mind you.”
“Fourth, you will dress yourself in the lingerie that I have chosen for you. I hope that I have guessed your size correctly.”
“Fifth, I want you to put on the dress. This garment is essential to the second part of our evening, so take great care in concealing it from me. I do not wish to see a glimpse of it, until I am ready.”
“And last, but not least, you will wear the gown and shoes. I leave the rest of your appearance up to your discretion.”
“When you have finished, tell the man at the front desk that you are Madame Marie and that you need travel arrangements. The rest, leave up to me.”
“Yours Truly, J. D.”
Again I smiled as I pictured her opening the boxes of clothing, her imagination running rampant with mystery and curiosity at my plans. Ah, what subtle art foreplay was. To spark one’s sense of touch was a simple matter of friction, capable by even the clumsiest of lovers. But to spark the sense of one’s imagination was a far more demanding and rewarding venture.
My thoughts were interrupted as someone’s electric guitar split the air with its scream. Touching the intercom button on my desk I yelled into the speaker “God Damnit Josie, we don’t want to deafen the crowd tonight. After all they are paying us to listen to this noise. The least we can do is leave their health in good order.”
“Yes sir,” came the nervous and whiny voice of my Events Director. “I’ll remind the band.”
Again I was startled as my cellphone chimed away, inside my jacket pocket. I looked at the time and realized that I must have lost track of time, because it was nearly 8 o’clock in the evening.
“Hello?”
“Good evening sir. Jonathan here, from the hotel. Madame has just left the building sir and I must say, she is quite striking.”
“Thank you Jonathan. You know what to do.”
“Yes sir.”
As he hung up I once again spoke into the intercom. “Josie, where is Joseph at the moment?”
“I believe he’s out front, waiting for you, sir.”
“Very good, love.”
Standing up I strolled casually towards the door, struggling against my own excitement and nervousness, butterflies dancing painfully in the pit of my stomach. With a deep breath, I ticked in my suit jacket and strove toward my appointment.
As it was, I arrived before my date for the evening, securing our table for the first part of our evening. As I finished negotiations with the matre’de my phone rang yet again.
“Sir, we have arrived.”
Immediately after hanging up, I saw one of my limousines pull up to the curb, the driver stepping outside and opening the rear-left passenger door. My breath caught as I strained to catch a glimpse of Marie. And then I saw her, the smooth silver silk flowing from her body like an unending river that she had wandered through and decided to carry along with her. Her hair was held tightly back, exposing the gentle curves of her face, while two curls hung freely against her cheeks to offset her dark complexion. Then our eyes met and the smile that followed awakened a deep hunger inside me.
There was, however, one unexpected complication. Her age. I had not bothered to ask, nor had I mentioned my own. We both approached each other as our faces spoke volumes. She couldn’t have been drinking legally for more than a few years, whereas I had been of the legal age well before she was born.
“J. D.?” she inquired.
“Indeed. And you must be Marie.” Taking her by the hand I gently kissed her hand, exciting a deep blush.
Wrapping my arm around her waist I led her into the restaurant, ushering her to the table that I had reserved.
It was rather peculiar at first. Having discussed so much of our private desires and fantasies online, it was hard to know what to talk about. The tension was so thick that you could almost cut through it with a knife.
But after a few glasses of wine the tension soon subsided and we were able to carry on like the friends that we had become online. Slowly our conversation moved into the more intimate aspects of our lives, and as it did, the tension receded to an almost non-existent level.
As our conversation moved into the more intimate aspects of our lives I found that the tension receded even further. We laughed and teased and carried on for the next few hours until we both became quite comfortable in each other’s company.
With a casual gesture and glance towards our waiter I had successfully begun the next stage of my plan.
The soft sweet hum of the violin filled the room as the band began to play. She turned, smiling happily as multiple couples made their way to the hardwood dance floor. I gently pushed my chair back and took her hand, leading her towards the dance floor as her gown shimmered in the light and whispered at me as it swished back and forth.
Placing my hand at her back, and taking her hand into my own, I led her into a wonderfully slow and sensual dance. Our bodies swam across the dance floor, our eyes focused intently upon each other’s, blocking out the rest of the world.
As the music died down, I caught a glance from the band leader, making sure that I was ready. Unaware of my intentions, she started to head back to our table, until my hand clasped her own, ceasing her stride. Just then the rampant, energetic notes of a tango filled the room.
Spinning her back into my arms, I noticed a shocked, but pleased smile on her face before we launched into a dance that had my heart racing. All but a few of the patrons had left the dance floor, leaving most of the room to our satisfaction.
When we had finished, the restaurant erupted into a chorus of applause, my heart pounding both from the dancing and from the company. Leaving the dance floor, I led her directly past our table and out the front door, into a waiting limousine. She quickly climbed in front of me and sat down, waiting for me to join her.
I made eye contact with the driver as he proceeded to our next destination. Then I felt her arm wrap around my own, her head against my shoulder, as she giggled joyously.
“So you enjoyed yourself then?” I asked with a genuine smile across my lips.
“Completely. I didn’t think you would remember.”
Leaning up she kissed me gently on the lips, each of us tasting the other’s lips for the first time. Leaning back, she surveyed my face for a reaction, forcing a deep chuckle and a smile. Satisfied, she leaned back in, much closer this time, and our lips mated once again. Reaching down I cupped my hand against one of her breasts, exciting a moan from her between our lips. Then lacing my fingers into the material, I ripped the fabric, splitting a deep gash down the middle.
Her lips disengaged from mine as she looked down at her ruined gown. Gently grabbing the edges of it at the shoulder I slid it down her shoulders and arms, exposing the dress beneath.
“I see you followed my instructions well.”
“Yes. By the time I was finished I felt very warm inside.”
Smiling I slid my finger underneath her skirt, running my fingers and palm lightly along her thigh. As my fingers grew nearer to her delightful heat, her breathing caught in ragged gasps. Leaning back against the seat, she allowed me to slide her gown off, spreading her legs wide against the seat and the floorboard as the shoulder straps slid past her ankles. I gazed hungrily at her widespread lips as they peaked at me from beneath the red silk panties that I had picked out for her.
Her hands wandered down to her inner thighs, roaming inward as she pulled the skirt up, giving me a complete and unobstructed view of her sex. Leaning forward I ran a single finger beneath the material, rubbing smoothly against her silky petals. I marveled as a short squeal burst forth from her lips, just before she bit it back, and I noticed a dark patch materialize on the panties. Sliding my slick finger further up her hairless mound I teased the edge of her clit, exciting another squeal and a rush of fluids.
Her eyes squinted tightly shut as she struggled through the sensations that were racking her body. Then, as she was coming down from her last wave of pleasure, I drove my finger deep inside her, spreading her lips wide across my knuckle. Her body arched up at the ceiling of the limo as her third orgasm ripped across every nerve in her body. I found myself enjoying her and the delicious satisfaction that she had experienced.
And the night was still young, and I was nowhere near done with my little vixen.
With perfect timing, the limousine pulled to a halt as I helped her regain her composure, savoring her mouth in a warming kiss. Leading her out of the car, I walked up the pathway by passing the extremely long line and heading directly for the main door.
“Hey asshole, there’s a line here for a reason. What?! You think you own the damn place.”
Turning I looked directly into the young punk’s eyes. “Yes. I do.”
Tony gave an impressed nod at my date for the evening before opening the door for the two of us, and I smiled as the sounds of my club flooded out into the street. I heard a gasp from Marie as she gazed with awe at the massive room inside. A local band, Flaming Rabbits, was jamming away on the stage, their all too familiar sound filling the club. People of all shapes and sizes were dispersed throughout the main floor, headbanging, grinding, pimping. True, my club was rather ruckus and wild, but that’s how I liked it. I’d been around to see countless entrepreneurs attempt to derail me from my lofty position as owner of the hottest nightspot in town, and had yet to find a worthy competition.
I led her carefully through the sea of bodies, heading directly for the stage, catching the lead singer’s eyes with my gaze. I gave her a slight gesture and she nodded. Setting Marie at the bar, I instructed the bartender to give her whatever she wanted, but to keep her safe as well. Then I climbed up onto the stairs of the stage, taking my jacket off as I went.
With perfect timing the band ended their song as I walked across the stage, Tail giving me a wink and a smile as she finished the drum solo that marked the break between songs. Taking the mic from Hare I handed her my jacket, which she sat down at the back of the stage before grabbing my guitar and brining it to me. The crowd started chanting, used to my involvement with Flaming Rabbits from the time of their beginning. After all, I was their manager.
“Are you ready to party!!” I screamed into the mic and the crowd answered “yes” in unison.
“I said, are you ready to fuckin’ party!” This time I was treated to a “Hell yeah”
Leaning in closer to the mic, I lowered my voice to a deep whisper “Then let’s rock.”
Tossing Hare the mic I went over to where Thumper was standing. She quickly helped me hook my guitar into the amps as we got ourselves ready. Hare began stomping her feet against the stage as her chorus began, her solo lasting a few seconds until the rest of us joined in our instruments screaming at the ceiling. My pace quickened as my fingers flew across the strings, driving a beat that mixed with the rest of the band and came out sounding like a run-away train.
I kept looking at Marie from my place on the stage and she was standing next to the bar, her hands above her head, swinging her hips to the beat of the music. I remained through the next few songs, noticing a progressive change in Marie’s behavior as time went by. Slowly her movements became more and more erotic, the sensual sway of her hips as she gyrated to the wail of my guitar.
When the song finally ended, I found Marie standing in front of the stage, looking directly up at me with hunger in her eyes. Leaning down I grabbed her by the wrists and pulled her up onto the stage, cradling her waist in my arms as I waved goodbye to the band and headed out into the backstage area. Marie quickly grabbed my hand and lead me through a twisting maze of doors and hallways until we came to one of the storerooms, pulling me inside as she locked the door behind us.
Pushing me back against one of the crates, she dropped to her knees, rapidly working the clasp of my belt buckle with her delicate fingers, whipping it open. Her free hand massaged the length of my cock through my pants as she slowly slid the zipper downward, dropping my pants to my ankles. Her tongue ran along the bulge, leaving a wet patch against my briefs. I could feel the heat of her mouth through the material as her lips kissed the bulging head through the underwear. Curling her fingers against the band of my briefs she pulled it taught, dragging it down below my hips as my cock sprang free, bounding in front of her lips
Trailing her sweet tongue down the vein of my shaft she quickly arrived at my balls, discovering to her delight that I had shaved them. Moaning she lifted up my cock as she sucked them into her mouth, rolling them around with her tongue. Taking them into her hands she fondled my balls, once again trailing her tongue up the vein until she had reached the head. Her lips puckered tightly as she swallowed my head, her tongue dancing along the slit, bathing me in her warm saliva.
Her hands were now stroking my length gently as she lapped at the mushroomed tip of my sex. Removing her lips her hands swept over my head, capturing the saliva as they trailed it back down my shaft, causing me to moan with delight. She stroked a few more times across my head before once again placing her lips at my tip. This time she opened them wide as she slid her mouth down my manhood, closing her lips tightly against my shaft once her chin was flush with my balls. She suckled tightly against my entire shaft as her tongue left sparks of pleasure in its wake. And then she began to withdraw her mouth, dragging against my flesh with her lips until she had reached the tip, before driving back down again. Her pace increased as her throat relaxed, so that essentially I was now fucking the back of her throat.
Suddenly I felt the beginnings of an orgasm, screaming at Marie that I was about to cum. Popping my dick out of her mouth, Marie stroked my shaft furiously as her tongue darted across the opening. Suddenly the floodgates opened as a thick stream of cum darted from my cock and painted the inside of her mouth. Holding me firm with one hand, Marie stroked slowly with the other as I shot repeated jets all across her tongue. Then with a happy smile she closed her mouth and swallowed, giggling at my shocked expression.
Standing up she kissed me deeply. “So what else did you have planned for this evening?” She asked me, stroking my cock gently as I shuddered.
Smiling I pecked her on the lips. “It’s a surprise.”
We quickly exited the building once we had finished “cleaning up”, waving to Tony as we left and hopping into the limo. The driver took us directly to Marie’s hotel room, as instructed, leaving us plenty of time to cuddle and fondle in the backseat.
Upon entering her room, I sat down upon the bed and held Marie’s hand as she stood in front of me. “Now I want you to remove your dress.”
Stepping backward a bit she slid the straps off of her shoulders, placing her hands firmly as her sides as she drew the dress downward, pushing it over her hips and onto the floor. I stared longingly at her body, the deep red of her panties, bra, stockings, and garter forming a sharp contrast with her pale skin.
“Now, sit down in the chair.”
Marie slid gracefully across the floor, leaning back into the chair that sat next to the bed. “Now. Close your eyes.”
Marie obediently closed her eyes, smiling warmly as she set her arms down upon her lap. Reaching into the drawer I pulled out the scarves that I had arranged to be placed there after Marie left the hotel. I slowly walked over to her taking her hand in my own, kissing her palm gently before placing against the side of the seat and tying it there with one of the scarves.
Confusion crept across her face as I moved to the other side, tying her other hand down in the same manor. Her eyes flew open as fear replaced the happiness that had once been there.
“Shhhhh” I said, placing a finger against her lips. “I will not violate our trust. You do trust me don’t you?”
“Y-yes.” She muttered shakily.
“Then you have nothing to fear.” Wrapping the third scarf around her forehead I tied it firmly but comfortably against the back of her head, blinding her. Then I walked out of the room, into the rather large bathroom that I had chosen this room specifically for. Closing the door I started the water as I poured in a mixture of body oils and lit some aromatic candles. I sat beside the tub, trailing my finger in the water as I waited for the water to fill. Once it was done, I walked back out into the room, removing my clothing as I listened to Marie’s breathing.
Once I had finished undressing I walked over to her, pacing quietly around her as her head darted around, trying to gain a sense of my position. Running a gentle finger along her face and chin, I leaned over and kissed the base of her neck. My hands trailed down the sides of her arms lightly, exciting goodebumps as they went, my lips sucking hungrily at her throat. Slowly I undid the restraints binding her wrists to the chair and, taking her by the hand, I helped her stand up. Then I picked her up into my arms, her smile returning as she playfully kicked her feet in the air. I carried her into the bathroom, setting her down upon the rim as I leaned forward and undid her bra, casting it aside to the floor, kissing and licking at her breasts as they made contact with the air. Kneeling beneath her legs I unhooked one of her stockings, rolling it down her leg as I followed it with kisses, finally sucking on her toes. Then moving to her other leg I repeated the same, my hands running along the inside of her thighs as I slide the stockings off. Then I crooked my fingers into the strings of her panties, leaning forward and kissing lightly at the area just above her clit, catching a whiff of the perfume that I had told her to wear. Slowly dragging the panties away, I kissed and licked every inch of her newly exposed flesh, before finally sweeping my tongue across her slit. Sliding the panties down her legs and over her feet, I spread her legs wide as she sat on the rim of the tub.
Sucking her button into my mouth, I licked at her nub of desire with my tongue, causing her to moan as a trickle of her juices spilled out onto my chin. I lapped at her mound repeatedly, my tongue slithering across her lips and mound. Standing up, my thirst satisfied momentarily, I took her hand and led her into the tub, the warm water exciting a giggle from her. Setting her down into the tub, I climbed in behind her pulling her back against my chest as we relaxed in the soothing mixture.
Finally I removed the blindfold, casting it aside on the floor as we both sighed deeply. Grabbing one of the sponges from the shelf I dipped it into the water, straining it across Marie’s body as the droplets cascaded along her skin.
By now my erection had returned, pressing firmly against Marie’s backside as I massaged her shoulders, relishing her soft skin as it cuddled against my own. Raising her hips up along my chest, Marie positioned her self directly above my cock, reaching beneath he as she snaked it inside her. And then she sat back down, impaling herself upon my cock, grunting as my balls nestled between her lips.
We just sat there for a while, my hands rubbing the tension from her body, savoring the feeling of our union. And then she started bucking her hips slowly, rubbing the inside of her slick walls slightly against my shaft, the warm water filling the gaps between us. A soft purr resonated from within her as she slid repeatedly up and down my cock, the water splashing against the side of the tub and our bodies as she picked up the pace.
Soon she had crawled onto her knees, driving her ass into my stomach as the water slapped at my chest. Finally her body went tense as she wailed, driving her hips one last time down to the base of my cock. I too tensed as liquid flames shot from my dick, splashing the inside of her walls with my seed.
She lay there for a few minutes, hovering weightless in the water, my dick still inside her before she spoke.
“Not bad for a first date, huh?”
Smiling I smacked her ass lightly, forcing a happy squeal from her. “Not bad indeed.”
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