The Blindfold and the Blonde Part I Dan and I had been chatting via an instant messenger program for over a year. In fact, I had forgotten how we first cyber met. A few months and I had not seen him online. But one night, there he was. And he immediately sent me a message that informed me of a reoccurring fantasy he was having about me.

He told me that he wanted to come to my place, find me blindfolded, naked, and bent over my bed. Then he went on to tell me what he would do to me. Strangely enough, I found his fantasy highly erotic. But I was not comfortable with letting a man I had never met in my house much less to meet anyone face to face after we played. It took some negotiating, but we came up with a compromise. I was to meet him at a hotel bar. After a lengthtail and some small chat, he would give me a key to a room.

If I was comfortable, I would go up and wait for him..

The next day, I excitedly and nervously decided what to wear and what to pack for my erotic adventure. Knowing that when I get really nervous I have a hard time getting wet, I took a preventative measure just before leaving the apartment. From my box of toys, I chose a miniature vibrating egg and slipped it inside me. Just driving along the freeway with no underwear and this pulsating egg in my softness, made me very wet. I arrived at the bar, in a much nicer hotel than I was expecting and found Dan quickly..

He was even more handsome in person than in the photos we shared.

He smiled when he saw me. I was wearing a light pink shirt with a deep V neckline that nicely displayed my cleavage. My black skirt was not quite a mini, but it flared at the bottom and had a slit along the side.

I sat at the table and simply smiled.

He leaned over and kissed my cheek, whispering, You are so playing sexy. The waitress came to the table and I ordered a margarita.

I did not really need a drink, but I did not want to rush, but to spend more time soft placeessing the man before me. And perhaps tease him a little.

We talked for a while. I sipped my drink, occasionally taking long slow toys of the salt off the rim of the glass. Luckily, I found myself liking Dan in person as much as I did online. I felt comfortable enough to get this party started. Normally, I dont have sex with anyone on the first date.

But this was a fantasy and I was starting to worry that my wetness was seeping into the fabric of my skirt, and maybe onto the chair. With the last sip of my drink, I reached over to Dans thigh. As I leaned in to whisper in his ear, I let my hand slide over his crotch. It was rock hard, and just as huge as he told me it would be. I think you have something for me, I whispered. An almost devilish grin took over his face. I removed my hand and he pulled the room key from his pocket and discretely slipped it to me.

I slid it into my purse, which was really more of a briefcase.

I had to carry something with enough room inside for clothes in the morning, and some other things I might need. He leaned over and nibbled on my ear before telling me the room number, and giving me instructions. It would be about 15 minutes before his erection had subsided enough for him to join me in the room. As I was about to stand and leave the table, he leaned in and kissed me. It was a great first kiss, with passion and force, but not too hard. I was wetter than ever.

I made my way to the elevator and rose to the 6th floor.

The room was also nicer than I thought. For a fantasy, most would revert to a Motel 6. The suite told me this could be more than a quick play. I made my way through the living area and over to the king sized bed. The wall of windows on the front overlooked the city and the ocean.

I opened my briefcase and began to prepare. First, I pulled out several tea light candles and set them on the nightstands on the dressers and in the bathroom. While in the bathroom, I slipped the egg from my teasing softness.

The near silent battery was almost dead.

I brushed my teeth, fussed with my long blonde hair and pulled off my shirt, exposing my perfect C-cup breasts. My nipples immediately sprang to attention with the chilly air. Back by the bed, I folded down the plush comforter and sheets, and took the fluffy middle pillow and placed it parallel to the edge of the bed. I pulled a small vibrator, some lingerie, Kama Sutra oil, condoms and another surprise from my briefcase and slipped them into the beside table drawer. Finally, I pulled a black silk scarf from the briefcase and tied it across my eyes. I bent over the bed, legs ever so slightly parted, with the pillow at my hips, then pulled up my skirt to expose my soft place, and no doubt my wet, freshly shaved softness.

The tips of my toes, still in my strappy heels, barely touched the floor. Thinking of my scenario made me blush, but even hornier.

I reached between my legs and began playing with my wetness, searching for my personal place. It was then I heard the door click open and my heart raced with fear and anticipation.

I could hear Dans footsteps approach the bed and stop behind me. Ill take over from here baby, he said.

My instructions for this fantasy were not to say anything although moaning was encouraged, unless asked a direct question.

I could feel his hot breath on my softness as his mouth neared. But instead of toying my softness, which I so badly wanted, he gently began to massage my soft place, and run his hands down my thighs. He was such the tease and I wanted to cry out. I heard the rustling of fabric behind me and imagined him taking off his shirt.

Starting at my inner knees, he began softly kissing my legs and working his way up. Almost at my teasing softness, he paused, and started up the other leg. When he reached my soft place again, he slowly nudged in for a couple of light toys along the full lips of my softness. Again, I heard fabric rustling, then a zipper. He paused again, probably to free that hard length from his pants.

The bedside table opened. Suddenly, I felt the tip of his length along the crack of my soft place. As he stretched up over my body, his length, that I wanted so badly, embedded itself between the cheeks of my soft place. I felt his breath on my back, my neck when he reach under me and grabbed my tits. Lightly cupping one, then other, gently pinching each nipple, all the while, lightly kissing my back. Then I felt the hard length slide from my cheeks, his hard nipples slipping down my back. He placed both hands on my cheeks, and in a soft but commanding tone told me to spread my legs. I just about came as I spread my legs just a little bit more. I did not want to be disobedient, I wanted him to tell me again. A man telling me to spread my legs can instantly make me wet. If aroused, I could cum on the spot. With a firm grasp of my soft place, he began toying my softness with controlled abandon. It felt so playing good. My head began to spin as his finger sought out my personal place and rubbed it in tiny circles.

His tongue darted inside my now sopping softness, then up the crack of my soft place, lightly circling my sensitive place. He stopped for a moment and asked the magic question again.

Spread your legs wide baby.

As his tongue reached my softness again, I spread my legs as far apart as I could get them. With the extra room, he buried his face deeper, his warm tongue driving me crazy each time it darted inside. He switched finger positions again, ramming two fingers deep inside me while another rubbed my personal place. His tongue toyed back up my soft place and I began to feel the spasms of orgasm take over my body. I moaned loudly, my back arched, lifting my soft place from the bed and driving his nose into my softness, probably soaking his face.

I was still shuttering as I felt him move from behind me, and heard the condom wrapper rip open. In a split second felt his huge length drive hard and deep into my softness. His length was so big, so hard, that I gasped loudly.

I told you youd love my length baby, he said, pumping me hard and deep. He slowed the pace for a moment, probably to keep him from cumming to fast. Slowly, he slid that long hard length from my softness, all the way out, and slowly all the way in again. Again and again. The slower he went, the more I wanted him to start pounding me. Are you ready to be played, he asked. I moaned loudly.

With that, he picked up the pace of his strokes and was soon pounding my wanting softness, his hands firmly grabbing my soft place. I could feel his balls harden as they slapped against my personal place and I knew he was about to cum. As I tightened the muscles of my softness around his length he began to moan, louder and louder. Although seemingly impossible, his length got even harder, the strokes became random and wild. With just a couple more thrusts, he moaned loudly and rammed himself into me as he came. For a moment, all was silent except for our beating hearts. I felt his throbbing length inside me and he collapsed on my back, kissing it as he lay, and once again grabbed my tits. With my tits in his hands, and his length slipping from inside, another orgasm overtook me, and I nearly bucked his length from me. I could almost hear him smile. End of Part I