I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder, “Excuse me, Sir.”
I had just completed a speech on leadership in human resources at a local seminar and was putting away my iPad back into its case and didn’t notice you approach. I quickly turn around and see two beautiful women standing behind me. “Hello, ladies,” I welcome with a smile, “How may I be of service?”
With an outstretched hand, “I wanted to thank you for such an insightful and powerful lecture,” you say as I firmly, yet gently, take your hand in mine and shake it professionally. “I own a nonprofit for blind charities and one of the things I find most challenging is the human resources aspect of my job and I believe the information you provided will be most beneficial.”
Before I could respond, your assistant gently pats your hand draped lightly gripping her left forearm. “I see an old acquaintance and want to say hello. I won’t be long and see you are in good hands. I’ll be back shortly,” she says as you release your grip from her arm.
“Have fun,” you say with a smile as she disappears into the crowd of people standing nearby.
“Would you like to get a cup of coffee and discuss the lecture further?” I ask, anxious for the opportunity to continue talking with you.
“I would love that,” you reply. “My assistant Samantha won’t be back for a while and she will text me if she cannot find me. After all, she did say I was in good hands.”
“Please, allow me,“ I say as I extend my bent elbow outward. You reach up and lightly grip my arm as you had with your assistant. “The coffee shop is nearby. It shouldn’t take us long to walk there,” I casually say as we begin walking towards the lobby of the hotel which hosted the event.
“I can smell it from here,” you reply. “That’s one advantage about being blind; all of your other senses are super-sized.”
The lobby coffee shop is surprising quiet despite the hustle and bustle swirling around it in the lobby. I locate a quiet table for us in the corner and pull out the chair for you and ensure you are comfortably seated. As I am waiting for our drinks to be prepared, I glance over at you sitting contently at our table, taking in the scent of the many different coffees that have no doubt left a lingering aroma in the tiny shop and sounds of the busy lobby nearby. I return shortly with our drinks allowing our conversation to pick up where we had paused a moment ago. We discussed the lecture, but I was most interested about you. In the blink of an eye, thirty minutes had passed, and your cell phone pulled your attention away with the familiar buzz of an incoming text message. “It must be Samantha,” you say as you pick-up the device and expertly provide a voice command to retrieve the incoming message. An automated voice began to read the text, “I’ll meet you in the lobby in 5 minutes.”
“We have another meeting across town this afternoon, so I need to run. I would love to resume our conversation over lunch tomorrow if you are available,” you say with a smile. “My office is nearby, and I can have Samantha text you the address.”
“I would absolutely love that!” I respond with enthusiasm, as I begin scribbling my contact information on a spare napkin left on the table. “Here is my contact information so your assistant can program it into your phone,” as I gently place it in your hand. I stand and resume by place behind your chair as you stand, and I move it out of the you way as I offer my arm to you again. We walk the short distance back to the lobby where Samantha is waiting patiently for you. “Thank you for taking such good care of my boss. She is one in a million,” Samantha smiles and greets us as we walk towards her. Prior to switching your hand back to Samantha to guide you away, you extend your hand again for a much softer, more personal handshake.
“Thank you for the lecture, conversation and coffee,” you say with a warm smile. “The pleasure was all mine,” I respond as I gently release your hand. I can sense from the look on your face, you have noticed the spark of electricity as well from the exchange. “Samantha will be in touch later with the details for tomorrow,” you say with a smile as Samantha begins guiding you through the groups of people mingling in the lobby. “I very much look forward to it. Until tomorrow.” I say as I watch you walk away.
Your office was easy to find, based on the excellent instructions provide by Samantha. We walked to one of your favorite restaurants, a small bistro around the corner from your office, and ate outside on the patio, enjoying the mild 70-degree weather. Everyone knew you by name and treated you like a queen with tremendous kindness and respect. It was a wonderful lunch, full of stimulating conversation, laughter and playful banter. I spent much of the time together, playfully caressing your hand as we sat across from one another with our arm outstretched towards one another.
“I would love to see you again. May I cook you dinner Saturday evening?” I asked with hopeful anticipation.
“That would be wonderful!” you exclaim. “You can come to my house and cook for me there. I have a fully stocked, modern kitchen, so you should have everything you need. Samantha has plans that night and I will have the house to myself. She stays with me to help with me with the house and chauffeur me around, but she usually goes out with friends on the weekend, so it will be exciting to have company all to myself.”
“It’s a date then,” I enthusiastically say. “Is there anything I should avoid when grocery shopping? I don’t want to make something you dislike or are allergic to.”
Caressing my hand, you reply, “Actually, may I make a request? Would you make lobster mac and cheese for me? It’s a comfort food I grew up with and ever since my mother passed away a few years ago, I haven’t had anyone to make it for me. Samantha is allergic to shellfish, so I haven’t had the opportunity to have it in so long.”
“I would be honored to. Is there a special recipe I should use, or should I look online?” I reply.
“I will have Samantha text you the recipe. It’s still in my mother’s handwriting, so it will mean a lot to me having you make her recipe.”
You take my arm again as we slowly walk back towards your office. Once I have you safely returned, I turn and take you in my arms and give you a hug and quick kiss on the cheek, careful not to embarrass you in front of your employees. “I can’t wait for Saturday,” I whisper in your ear.
As promised, the next morning Samantha sent me a text of a photograph of the recipe, along with your address, and I set about to create a shopping list of everything needed to create this wonderful meal for you. It’s a relatively simple list, but in order to ensure I do your mother’s recipe justice, I double everything on the list so I can do a trial run and make the recipe at home Saturday morning. I want to ensure everything is perfect when I prepare the meal for you.
I pull up in your driveway promptly at six pm and pull the bags of groceries from the trunk and organize them in my hands. The trial run had been a success earlier in the day and my stride has a bit of a confident swagger as I walked towards the door and ring the bell. As you pull the door open, I am greeted with a huge smile, and hello, as I walk through the entryway and lean down and give you a light kiss, carefully as to avoid hitting you with one of the bags. You look incredibly beautiful in a loose button-down yellow blouse with form fitting blue shorts that highlight your full curves. Your thick, long black hair hanging loosely around your shoulders. “The kitchen is right this way,” as you lead the way through your beautiful home. You weren’t kidding, your kitchen is amazing. Large and spacious and modern. I set the bags down and begin to pull the items out and arrange them in the order I will need them.
“Do you enjoy music?” you ask as I am getting everything situated. “I love music,” I reply. “I’ll be right back,” as your voice trails off as you walk into the other room. As I am pulling items from the final bag, I hear the familiar first notes of “Autumn Leaves” from the album ‘Somethin’ Else” by Cannonball Adderley drifting through the air. “Excellent choice,” I say you walk back into the kitchen. “Thank you,” you reply, “I love jazz, and this is one of my absolute favorite albums. It feels like the perfect background music while you cook.”
“Please feel free to help yourself to anything you need,” you say as you take your place in one of the tall chairs that line the large island on the opposite side from where I am preparing dinner. I see from the look on your face you are concentrating on my every move to paint of mental image of this moment in your mind.
“May I pour you a glass of wine,” I ask as I search the drawers for a bottle opener. “Third drawer on the right,” you reply, as you hear me searching. “And, yes, I would love a glass,” you say with a smile. Bottle opener found, I locate the wine glasses and open one of the wine bottles I had brought with me and pour us each a glass and place yours near your right hand as you forward and gently place the stem between your fingers and raise it your mouth and take a small sip.
As I had done earlier in the day, I work through the steps of your mother’s recipe, making it appear as though I had been preparing this dish my entire life. As I stand over the stove, monitoring the multiple pots and pans with various parts of the dish, I feel your arms wrap around my waist as you pull yourself close to me. I can feel the fullness of your breasts pressed against my back as you gently lay your head against my shoulder. I can tell you aren’t wearing a bra as I feel your stiff nipples punctuating the embrace. “Dinner smells wonderful,” you say in a low, relaxed tone. “I can’t wait to try the final product.”
“It’s almost ready,” I reply. “Would you like a sample?” I grab a nearby wooden spoon and dip the bowl end halfway into the sauce and lobster mix and lift a small sample up to my mouth and gently blow to accelerate cooling the tiny portion. Once sufficiently cooled, I turn around and face you as your mouth opens slightly as I slide the spoon between your lips as you gently grip as the spoon makes its retreat.
“Wow! It tastes just like I remember,” you say excitedly. “I can’t wait to try the entire dish!” I set the spoon down on the counter and gently reach up and cup your face in my hands as your head tilts upward as our lips meet tenderly. “We’ll have to save that for dessert,” you say as your voice deepens and you attempt to regain your composure and lean back against the counter. I smile and take your hand and give it a gentle squeeze as I turn off the burners and prepare to serve dinner.
I get dinner plated and sprinkle the final touch of Parmesan Cheese over the top. “Dinner is ready,” I softly declare as I walk up behind you and wrap my arms around your waist and gently kiss your neck. “Allow me to see you to your seat,” as I extend my bent elbow as I had done when we first met. “Thank you, kind sir,” you reply as your hand takes its familiar grip of my bicep. I walk to you to the table and pull out your chair as you move into position as I gently push it back into place as you take a seat. The table has been set already, I assume by Samantha prior to leaving earlier in the evening. The album fades as the final notes are played. I’ll be right back, as I place your wine glass near your hand on the table to retrace the steps you had taken earlier. The turn table was just around the corner and neatly placed on the shelved below were our albums, organized by artist, with similar dividers to a record store with the names written in Braille. I quickly sorted through your collection and found “Kind of Blue” by Miles Davis. After carefully replacing Cannonball Adderley back into his proper place, I placed the Miles Davis record on the turntable and placed the needle and once again the space was filled with soft, relaxing jazz as I returned to the kitchen. “Dinner is coming right up,” as I return to where I had left our plated dinners and walk them over to the table and set the plates down in their proper place.
“What do you think,” I ask as you take your first bites. “My mother would be proud,” you proclaim proudly. “This is just as I remember it and I sincerely appreciate you making this wonderful meal especially for me. I will have to find a way to properly thank you later,” you tease with a devilish grin on your face. “Well, when I say it was my pleasure, it will have multiple meanings now,” I say as we both laugh.
As we finish dinner, I pour you another glass of wine as I get up and begin clearing the table. “I’m going to spot clean the dishes and load your dish washer really quick,” I say as I shuttle between the table and sink. “Would you like to select the next thing for us to listen to?” I ask.
“Would you go in the other room and get my phone for me, please? It’s on the coffee table near the stereo.”
“Of course, I’ll be right back,” I say as I head into the other room and retrieve your phone right where you said it would be, placing it next to your hand when I return. “Hey Siri,” you greet your phone, “Switch stereo to Spotify and play the dinner playlist,” you request of your other “automated” assistant. “I may have built a special playlist earlier today,” you slyly tease.
I round up all the dishes and quickly clean them enough to load in the dish washer. I wash the countertops, so they’re as clean as I found them and walk into the living room to join you on the plush sofa where you had settled yourself. “Sorry for the delay. I didn’t want to leave a mess for Samantha,” I say as I place my wine glass on the table and settle in next to you. “She’ll appreciate that,” you reply with a smile. “This may sound odd, but would you like a foot massage,” I ask as you set your glass down. “I would love one,” you reply with a grin. “It has been years since someone last massaged my feet and I’m not going to turn that down.” You adjust your body and lay your head on the very large and cushy arm rest as you swing your legs up onto the sofa and your feet into my lap. I gently take one foot between my hands and begin to sensuously knead your soft skin. You let out a soft moan and close your eyes in relaxation. “Would you like to hear a secret?” you ask in a very hushed tone. “Of course,” I reply in the same hushed tone, playing along, even though it’s just the two of us. “You can’t tell Samantha I told you this…ever,” you instruct. “Absolutely, Scout’s honor,” I promised.
“On a few occasions, I have caught Samantha masturbating,” you say with a devilish grin. “Normally, it is late in the evening and she thinks I am asleep and won’t hear anything… but I hear EVERYTHING,” you say with a laugh. “The wood floors mask the sound of my bare feet, so when I hear the unmistakable sounds of women having an orgasm, I will sneak out to have a listen. I don’t want to embarrass her, or me. I’ve heard the hum of her vibrator, the sound of her fingers pleasuring herself. It is incredibly erotic as I picture in my mind what it must look like. The first time it happened, I got so caught-up in it, I almost had an orgasm, just from listening to her! Can you believe that? I was so wet. I had to be careful when I snuck back to my room to ensure I didn’t have an orgasm from the friction of my panties rubbing against my clit,” your voice trails off, obviously enjoying the memory.
“I can see my little story has had an effect on you as well,” you observe. I was so focused on listening to you and picturing your story in my mind, that I hadn’t noticed the foot I held in my hands was now pressed against a very large bulge in my pants. “Very much so,” I admit. “Picturing you as a voyeur is incredibly erotic. She has never caught you listening to her?”
“Not that I am aware of, but obviously, I wouldn’t know it if she had seen me. She has never said anything, or made any indication she knew I was there,” you reply.
My right hand has now moved on from your foot and have begun to tenderly massaging your calf, as the fingers on the left have begun to lightly caress the soft skin on the back of your knee. “If you continue doing that, I am going to have to take you to my bedroom to get the full body treatment,” you tease in a sexy tone. “That can be arranged,” lowering my voice to make It sound as sexy as possible. “Just relax and enjoy,” my voice softly putting you in a very relaxed, very soothing mood.
“I have an idea,” I softly declare, as I move your feet slightly so I can move out from underneath them. “Have you ever had a man give you a lap dance?” I inquire sexily. Before you can respond, I take your hands in mine and gently pull you up from your relaxed position so you’re in a seated position. “I know you can’t see this, so I am going to make it extra sexy, all based on touch,” I whisper in your ear. “Feel free to touch me any way you desire. I want this to be a feast for your senses.”
I take your hands and place them on my hips as I slowly begin to move to the rhythm of the music. Slowly, I begin to sway my upper torso back and forth, in coordination with my hips, performing a slow sensual dance in place as I lean over your body and place my hands on the top of the sofa cushions above your shoulders. My head dips down and begins to softly kiss your neck, as my body continues to sway. My lips move from your neck, up to your cheek and to your very soft, waiting lips in a soft sensual kiss. Your mouth opens slightly as my tongue extend just enough to lightly trace the outline of opening. Our lips dance together in harmony, creating and electricity felt throughout of bodies. Your hands begin to tug at my shirt, pulling the bottom hem free from the tuck holding it in place, as I feel your hands reach and begin caressing the skin of my chest. I stand briefly as my body stays in motion and begin to slowly pull my shirt up my body, over my head and tossed aside. I lightly place my hands on yours, guiding them up and down my chest, allowing you to feel and memorize every muscle, every contour. Your hands explore slowly, the expression on your face clearly demonstrating you are enjoying every second as you begin to pull the stiff leather through the loop holding it in place and pulling it back to release the prong and setting it free. With both hands you pull the belt from its grasp around my waist and toss it on the floor as your fingers return immediately to work undoing the button on my pants and slowly pulling the zipper down. Your hands grasp the waistband as my body continues to sway in a rhythmic motion and pull downward as the material falls down my legs to the ground at my feet as I kick them aside. Only my boxer briefs remained, which leave nothing to the imagination as to how turned on I am. There is a hunger in your expression as you reach forward with both hands and gently begin tracking the outline of my now very hard cock with your fingers. Your breathing has become noticeably more pronounced as you grip the shaft feeling the cotton material wrap around my hardness. You free hand reaches upward onto my hip and breaks the seal between waistband and skin as you firmly tug downward in a clear indication you want me free of the briefs. Your other hand momentarily releases the grasp on my cock and slowly pulls the waistband out and over the large, wet tip of my cock as it springs free, and you pull my briefs downward as they fall to the ground.
I turn my body, so my ass is now facing you as I feel your hands begin exploring. I lean back and gently sit on your lap and lean back to one side allowing you full access as your hand reaches around my body and wraps your hand around the base of my cock. I can feel your heart pounding as you begin stroking the entire length up and down. The tip has been slowly oozing pre-cum causing each new stroke to make the length of my cock more slippery with my juice. You playfully stop and playfully touch the head of my cock, feeling the contour and shape, feeling the pre-cum ooze from the tip as you gently caress the entire head with your wet, sticky, fingers. You reach down and cup my balls in your hand, gently, lightly, caressing the rough skin with your fingertips. Creating a visual image in your mind’s eye, as your hand returns to the base of my cock, wrapping your soft hands around the shaft as you return to pleasuring me. I look down, watching your hand stroking me sensually makes my heart race. Not wanting to cum yet and extend my erotic display for your mind, and body, I pull myself upwards as you reluctantly release your grasp.
Turning back to face you, I return to my sensual swaying, as I bend forward slightly and whisper in your ear, “It’s your turn,” and reach down and pull your blouse upwards as your arms raise in assistance. As I noticed earlier when you hugged me, you’re not wearing a bra and your perfect, full, breasts lay against your chest. Your nipples extend outward from the racing through your senses. You have a tattoo above your left breast of two stars and my fingers begin tracing the outline. “They represent my parents,” your voice hoarse from exhilaration. “The tattoos are over my heart, so when I think of them, I can place my hand on my heart and they’re with me.”
As my hand finishes tracing the outline of your tattoo, the bag of my fingers slowly trails down your breast, allowing you to take in every sensation of my touch. Your breast is perfect; so beautiful, round, and full. My fingers lightly caress downward as goosebumps make their presence known as the tips lightly graze across your large areola. My fingers teasingly make very light circles around your very pronounced nipple, wanting you to savor the sensation. It’s working, as your moans have become more frequent and vocalized. My thumb and index finger gently grip your nipple and begin to roll it sensually back and forth. “Oh my God,” you whisper. “That feels so good,” as my fingers gently, firmly, work their magic. Your hand has begun mirroring my teasing on your other breast, as we pleasure your breasts in unison. Slowly, sensually, making small light circles around the tip of your nipple. Watching your every expression of pleasure. I reach down and take your free hand and replace my hand with yours on your breast, as you continue tugging and massaging your magnificent nipples.
I slowly reach down and place a hand on each of your knees as I kneel on the floor and assume my position in front of your legs. My hand reaches up and firmly grasp the top material of your shorts, as you lift your hips and butt upward as I pull your shorts down your legs and off your body. You aren’t wearing panties which makes my cock twitch in excitement at the first glance of your beautiful pussy. I gently place my hands on your knees and lightly press outward prompting you to spread your legs. You readjust your body, moving your beautiful ass and pussy towards the edge of the couch and spread your legs, allowing me full access to your amazing body.
Just as I am moving my head downward to begin kissing your body, out of the corner of my eye I see movement as Samantha quietly moves though the room to get a better viewing perspective on what I am about to do. How long has she been watching us, I wonder? Now I have two women to satisfy; one visually and one physically. My head returns to its downward motion as I slowly begin to kiss your thigh; very gently, very sensually. I can smell your faint musky aroma from your excitement as I slowly kiss up and down the crease of your leg, teasingly. You let out a long, deep breath of anticipation of what’s to come as my lips meet yours as your body instinctively twitches with the first touch. Your lips are swollen with excitement as I slowly kiss up one lip, and down the other. I can see your wetness slowly dripping from your opening down across your ass. My eyes quickly glance to where Samantha is standing as she has pulled down the opening of her tank top and is playing and pinching her nipples and you and I had done moments before. My eyes return their focus to you as my fingers begin to lightly pet your lips. Very lightly sweeping upward, and then downward. Wanting you to have as many different sensations as possible as my fingers lightly ply your labia to each side as my tongue dips into your opening and tastes you for the first time. As my tongue tastes your sweet nectar, my fingertip lightly begins to circle your very hard clit. Very lightly, and very sensually, making small light circles around the base and circling upward to tease the tip. Your hips begin to shift slightly from the pleasure you are experiencing. My tongue slowly begins to travel upward between your lips as the entire length of my tongue travels along your clit, allowing you to feel to feel every texture from my tongue across your very hard nub.
I slowly place my lips on your clit and give it a very soft kiss, before tenderly taking it between my lips and slowly sucking on it, like a baby with a pacifier. Your moaning has become non-stop as you welcome and receive the pleasure as my lips continue to massage your hard clit in my mouth. “I want you inside of me,” you breathlessly whisper. As my mouth slowly releases its grasp and my body adjusts upward, I look over and Samantha has her hand down her shorts and has begun to masturbate as she watches intently.
I move my body, so my cock is right at the opening of your very wet, very desirable pussy, as I slowly dip just the tip inside of you. You are so incredibly wet and ready for me. I can feel your vagina desperately trying to grip my cock and pull me fully inside of you. I slowly pull the now very wet tip of my cock out and begin to slowly rub the length of it between your swollen lips. I reach over and take your hand and place your fingers on the tip of my engorged head as the tip rests on your clit. “I want you to masturbate your clit with the head of my cock,” I whisper. Your fingers grip the head my cock firmly as you begin to slowly rotate the skin around your swollen clit. Back and forth, up and down, you sensuously pleasure yourself. Your fingertips feel for the slight opening of my cock and grind your clit against it. “Put your hard cock inside me. I want to feel you inside me as we cum together,” you breathlessly whisper as you place the tip of my cock back at your opening. I glance at Samantha and can see her hand feverishly masturbating as I slowly slide my cock inside of your tight pussy. I can feel the immediate grip of my shaft as I slowly begun thrusting in and out. You place your hands on my hips and guide my pace as our bodies begin rocking back and forth in perfect unison. “Faster, baby,” you plead as my movements increase. “Cum with me!” You head begins to roll back as your body prepares for release. My cock begins throb as the walls of your pussy continue to pleasure the length of my cock. I look over and can see that Samantha is on the verge of orgasm as well. “I’m cummmiiinnnggg,” you yell as your body rocks back and forth and stiffens with an intense wave of pleasure. I feel my cock explode inside of you as your pussy milks every drop my body. Your sinks into the couch as the warm afterglow envelopes your body.
I return my gaze to Samantha who is now in the midst of her own intense orgasm as she lets out a muffled gasp of relief from her lips, unable to hide it any longer.
“Samantha?…..”
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