It’s Friday night. She’s got her first date in her flat. The lights are dim, but neither of them can see anything through the blindfolds anyways. Their naked bodies look for each other, almost trying to melt into one, raising each other’s temperature, sliding off each other’s light sweat.
When she met him, it seemed like it was going to be a standard first date. A not too casual dinner followed by a few drinks at a bar. A couple of bands played some funk/rock and reggae. Small venue, didn’t take long to get crowded. You both jumped and danced around which loosened you both and made you more comfortable with physical contact.
The next bar was quieter, the cocktails were solid, the conversation was flowing. Neither lf them were really paying that much attention to the actual words though. She couldn’t take her eyes away from that gap between his teeth and lips he got when he smiled. He couldn’t stop noticing her little quirks when she talked, she would open and close her right hand, open to start a sentence, close to end it. Her nails had clearly been done recently, but the light in the bar made them look just black with some hints of blue.
The magic of not listening to each other steered the conversation to where their heads where at. They couldn’t remembered how, but she was telling hiw she was currently wondering how his warm hand would feel on her naked back. He was telling how he couldn’t stop imagining guiding her dress down with his face while kissing her neck, then collarbones, and onto her breasts.
A makeout session followed the conversation, first of the night. This left them sitting next to each other, as opposed to across. Their bodies resting against the other’s. They couldn’t stop talking about sex, so it wasn’t long until they went to her flat. The smell of the plants mixed with the familisr scent of her perfume that still lingered from her getting ready gave the space a lived in feeling, and it sprung up the excitement he felt before.
They couldn’t stop teasing each other on the way. They managed to develop a very open conversation about sex, likes and dislikes, in just a few hours.
“You felt so close to me at the bar, it was so dark I could barely see you. but my body seemed to know what you looked like, even though your dress never revealed anything else.” He confessed, while they settled into her living room.
“Yeah that was hot, I couldn’t just imagine you in my head, I was definitely feeling you through your clothes.” She agreed. “Hey, I have an idea, do you trust me?”
“I do.” He nodded.
She proposed putting on blindfolds while clothed, and see what happened.
With their vision gone, every single touch, every small grunt, gasp, pop of the lipd was heightened. They couldn’t tell when the other’s mouth was gonna exhale in pleasure next to their ear. Everything was expected and a surprise at once.
As she undid the buttons in his shirt, she could feel his chest, expanding and collapsing as his breaths got heavier with the light touch of the back of her fingers. With the last few buttons, his core would tighten in anticipation, he wanted those soft hands to slide down so bad.
She felt his hands grab her waist, turn her back against him, and follow her silhouette all the way down to her thighs. He slowly slid up her dress, pulling her close as her hands kept finding him everywhere they went. Her skin began to get exposed, feeling the fabric of his trousers, and his bulge pressing against her.
With the dress undone he turned her back around to face him, and began a track of soft kisses through her neck, collarbones, and down to her breasts, where he would outline the contour of them with his lips. Each time she felt his lips press against a new space in her skin it made her skin shiver. His warm breath created a contrast with the cold saliva his lips would leave behind every kiss.
She was naked, feeling inspected by his hands and mouth, leaving no place untouched, no inch unkissed. The soft fabrics of his clothes would still surprise her every now and then, distracting her from predicting where his warm touch was going to be next.
Before she let him do anything else, she proceeded to undress him. As she did, the tip of her fingers would outline every part of his body. She felt his warm skin tense with the tip of her fingers, she would follow the lines of his body hair, trimmed a while ago so not itchy, not wild. She turned him to face away from her and reached over to undo his belt. With her face and chest pressed against his back, she began to slide down, as she did, she couldn’t stop inhaling his scent, warm like his body. He would feel her breath through his spine, almost as a shock. Her hands found their way onto the inside of his thighs as she was sliding his trousers down. They were burning hot.
Trousers on his ankles. Her face planted against one of his ass cheeks, kissing. She could feel him tense up and relax in waves as he lightly moaned. He would exaggeratedly inhale as her hands slid back up his legs, getting closer to his junk. She began to turn him around, kissing her way around his hips. He took the opportunity to step out of the trousers and put them out of the way.
There she was, on her knees, mouth watering, heart pounding. His cock erect in front of her face and she couldn’t see. She could feel her breath clashing against it, and the heat it emanated. Her fingers traced his V line, softly making their onto his cock, slowly sliding towards the tip. He would erratically tense up with her touch, making his cock jump out of the way of her fingers, but she would find her way back.
She placed one hand at the base of his shaft, pausing, creating an image in her head. It was hotter than the rest of his skin, if she really focused and tightened her grip a little, she could feel his heartbeat as blood was pumping inside. She began to lick from the base to the tip, feeling every irregularity of the muscles and veins. She began to slide his foreskin back, revealing his head, which she would coat in her saliva as it was revealed. His head felt incredibly soft on her tongue. She began to press his frenulum on her flattened tongue, sliding it back and forth. All while her hands handled his taint and balls. It became almost hypnotic, with the slow movements, the soft skin of his head going back and forth on her tongue… With a kiss, she took his cock out of her mouth and made her way down to his balls. The soft skin would stand out in contrast with the trimmed pubic hair. She wanted no area unexplored and her hands had already had a good look, but her mouth painted a different image.
She would press her tongue on his taint, prompting him to tense up. She began to repeat this motion, tilting her head in different angles, her face buried in his crotch, feeling his thighs on either side. While she licked him, she began to stroke him slowly, using her own spit as lube. She would trace her fingers through his head, soft and hard, memorising it’s shape, burning into her brain where it would end and the shaft begin.
She continued to suck on his hard cock and find new ways to feel it. She wanted that cock to get to know every nook and cranny in her mouth, she wanted his soft tip to feel the soft of her cheeks, she wanted it to feel the pressure of her throat as it wraps it tightly. This blowjob felt different. If it wasn’t for the moans of his, and his hands touching her face and hair every now and then, she wouldn’t know there was someone attached. She could just play with it the way her curiosity would have her do, instead of caring about how she looked, about performing.
His moans were getting louder, his cock harder, warmer, and way more slippery. Her rhythm had gone up for a few minutes, but her method hadn’t changed, just enjoying herself, playing with it like it’s her favourite snack in her mouth, always finding the next best way to savour it. She understood he was about to cum, but she changed nothing. It didn’t have to end, her spit dripping from his cock onto her chest, her hands getting messy and grabbing onto his as as she got his cock deep in her throat. The slow tears sliding down her face as she held her breath in. It didn’t have to end, but she finally got the consequences.
As she was stroking with one hand, and sucking on his balls, he began to pulsate between her fingers, shooting out thick strings of his warm cum. It was falling everywhere on her face, her shoulders, her breasts. She continued to swap between her favourite movements as if it wasn’t happening. So, mid load, she went back to slowly deepthroat him. His cum started to slowly coat her tongue. Just like her spit, it would all end up on his cock and somewhere over her body anways.
She felt his cock start to soften but she wouldn’t let it go away. He was moaning in such unbelievable pleasure… Her mouth began to make her way back to his taint. He put one leg up, trying to find somewhere elevated to rest it. He finally found the sofa. Now she had excellent access. She proceeded to slowly stroke his cock while her tongue started to lick the inside of his ass cheeks. Like an animal that hasn’t eaten in weeks, she would anxiously go from licking his ass, to deepthroating his cock and everything in between. He was in absolute bliss, the smell of sensation of an unknown place, the silence of the night overpowered by her panting and throating sounds, her hot breath everywhere between his legs, and the feeling of pure relaxation after an orgasm, heightened by her ongoing stimulation.
Finally, she sinked into her body in a kneeling position, recovering her breath, keeping one hand on his thigh to feel his presence, exhausted.
The smooth feeling of her mouth had left him, but the feeling still lingered. With deep breaths, savouring the remnants of heavenly pleasure she took him to, he placed his hand over hers, on his thigh. Their breaths would sink, every exhale was accompanied by a small string of voice, an involuntarily expression of their pleasure within the exhaustion. He took her hand to slowly guide her back up on her feet. She would try and find his thigh with her face, and press against it, following his body up in soft kisses.
When their faces finally met, their hands started building up a life of their own, grabbing on to each other’s every possible body part with increasing intensity. He guided and placed her on the sofa. On her back, she would feel his face teasing her. Kissing the back side of her thighs up and down as he held her legs up, slowly making his way to the inside of her thighs, and finally onto her pussy. He stopped right in front of it. Pausing to listen to her intense breaths, to feel the heat she emanates, to focus on her legs trying to pull him closer to her as the anticipation builds.
His lips started softly tracing the shape of her labia, gracing her with a light, intermittent touch. The wait was killing her, she wanted him to dive in between her legs and eat her out like a starving predator on unsuspecting prey. She went to grab his head to press his mouth against her, but he swiftly removed and held onto them. “Patience, let this happen to you, don’t rush it.” , he said. She followed his instructions, conflicted, impatient, but slowly letting herself relax as he continued slowly applying more pressure on his continuous movements, starting to add his tongue. It felt warm, soft, quiet. The noises, not unlike those of kissing, were slow, deep, full of intention.
His lips began to close in around her clit, applying pressure around her hood, trapping it in his mouth. His started swirling his tongue ok her clit, with one strong motion he would stimulate her, only to follow it with a softer, slower brush. Every heavy lick made her moan, arching her back, lowering her hips to grind herself against his tongue. He started to pick up the rhythm, the soft strokes began to match the intensity of the strong ones, bringing her continuous stimulation.
He placed his left arm on her lower stomach, with his hand grabbing onto her waist. It felt like giant, warm rod, resting there, applying weight. Then, with his right hand on her ass, he pushed her up while licking her with a flat tongue, with the upstrokes came his moans. “You taste so good”, he said between breaths.
His repositioning had sent her near the finish line, but as soon as she heard his praise, her whole body squirmed, she grabbed onto his left hand firmly, fully tense and let a loud, long moan. He kept going, feeling like the more he pushed the more her body collapsed in, until she finally came. Her hips erratically grinding on his tongue, her legs resting on his back, sitting against his shoulders, pushed his face in closer as she came with his mouth. Like an electric current had gone from her toes to her forehead, her whole body was reacting, moving up, down, left, right, all while he stayed there between her legs, constant, unmovable. Her body was so tense, her lower back wasn’t resting on the sofa anymore, most of her body weight was placed on his shoulders as she thrusted her hips up while orgasming. Finally, as it calmed down, she layed on her side, while he rested his face, covered in her fluids, against the back of her thighs, kissing her.
They would caress each other while catching up their breath. His kisses on her thighs turned to kissing her pussy, slowly savouring her fluids. He wanted more, he craved more. So he grabbed her and lift her ass up, she kept her face resting down on the sofa. His soft licks and kisses quickly became a full make out session with her pussy from the back. He meade his way up to her ass hole, intending to return her favour. He began to eat her ass with his hands firmly planted on her ass cheeks, squeezing and spreading her open for him to bury his face deeper and deeper. At this point he was rock hard, her moans had made him recover back to a 100%, but this situation was everything. He felt like he would just be eating her out over and over, fueling his motivation off her orgasms, knowing she layed there covered in his cum.
When he felt her pussy was ready for more action, he took his ring and middle finger, and began to tease her. Slowly, feeling the heat it emanated, coating his fingers in the mix of her juices and his spit.
“Please, please, please…” she would lightly moan under her breath. With his tongue focusing on her ass, he had the biggest grin possible. So he finally entered her with his fingers, slowly, teasingly. Fuck, she was burning hot inside. He continued by pressing down with his finger tips, finding her spongy, soft, yet irregular spot, and letting then drag back. He maintained these waves with his fingers, gently brashing against the spot. Her back would arch pushing her ass even harder against his mouth, fully offering her pussy to him. He kept slowly edging her, making sure she stayed close to her second orgasm yet never getting pass that point of no return, slowing as he would feel her walls gripping on his fingers. With his fingers pressed inside, he licked his thumb for lubrication, and began to stimulate her clit. He wanted her to feel everything at once, his strong fingers inside, his thumb brushing against her clit continuously from left to right, and his mouth eating her ass and groaning, excited. In some moments, he felt like, with that specific hand placement, she was his puppet, moaning at his will, fully under his control.
He let her come a second time. She grabbed him by his hair and pressed her fully against her ass, all while moving her hips, aiding the waiving of his fingers, riding the wave of this long awaited orgasm. Her moans got deeper and deeper, with so many parts connected between them, he would feel her voice resonate inside her. He would continue exploring her insides with his fingers, and licking her ass, anxious, desperate for her third orgasm.
“Melt, melt on me. I can feel you are close. You feel so hot inside.” He said, as he felt his whole existnance was for eating her out, his only purpose. And so she did, she came again on his mouth and hand, while his other arm reached across to grab her opposite ass cheek, easing his access. This last orgasm left everything between her legs absolutely dripping. His saliva was dripping down onto her pussy, mixing with her fluids, making its way onto his strong gripping hand.
After she finished for the third time, he took his time making sure she had a slow, calming come down. After which he made his way up to her, spooning her from behind. They layed there for a bit, recovering their breath, still with the ghost sensation of his face pressed between her legs.
Once they came back to themselves, spooning, feeling each other, they agreed to take off their blindfolds, revealing each other, messy hair, breathing heavily, covered in their respective fluids. Caressing each other, spreading the remnants of their past orgasms onto their skin.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/xb3ejn/20smf_blind_date_oral_rimjob