"Close your eyes," said the woman again.
"What's your name? What do you look like? Tell me. I need to know." As much as she wanted to know the woman's name and description, Janet wanted to tell the woman her name, just in case, they were separated again. Filled with so many questions, she was eager to know everything about her potential, new, secret lover.
"Close your eyes," said the woman again, this time more forcefully.
"No. First tell me your name," said Janet.
"Shh," said the woman.
"Just relax and close your eyes," she said in a soft, sultry voice that made Janet obey.
"I'm Janet," she said, after having closed her eyes.
"I know who you are," said the woman with lightness to her voice.
"You do? How do you know who I am?"
"Shh. Close your eyes."
"Why should I close my eyes? I can't see anyway," said Janet protesting again, but this time with a nervous laugh of sexual anticipation. Afraid to close her eyes for fear that she'd leave again, opening her eyes again, while trying to see something, but still unable to see anything, she waited for the woman to continue.
"Trust me, if you close your eyes the experience will be so much better," she said with her soft, sexy voice.
"Please don't leave," she said as if a little girl asking her mother not to leave for work.
"I won't leave," said the woman with the assurance of a gentle hand to the side of her face.
"I want you," said Janet, when she tried to kiss her hand but missed.
"I want you, too, Janet." Somehow knowing that Janet's eyes were still open, she lightly took her two fingers and closed Janet's eyes, in the way that a mortician or a family member does, when someone has just died. As if the woman could see in the dark, it was amazing that the woman was able to close her eyelids without poking her in the eyes. Then, she ran two, light, slow fingers down the length of each of Janet's arms.
"You're giving me goose bumps," said Janet shivering with sexual delight, while rubbing her arms. This time, Janet obeyed her New York woman and kept her eyes closed. As soon as she closed her eyes, able to hear every sound and smell every scent, her senses heighted and, instead of feeling relaxed, her sexual anticipation increased and she felt even more anxious and horny. Slowly, she turned Janet around so that her back rested against the front of her. Janet obeyed her direction, as if she was a model being manipulated by a fashion photographer. She felt the women's big breasts pressed against her back and she was glad that the woman was busty. With Janet barely only having big breasts, eager to touch them, feel them, fondle them, caress them, and suck them, she preferred a woman with big tits and she loved having the woman's breasts pressed against her back in such a forceful way. Using just one finger, as if sketching her to canvas, the woman proceeded to trace and outline every inch of Janet's body. Alternating from very soft to very firm, as if receiving a slow sexual massage from a sex therapist, she had the most sensual yet responsively and suggestively demanding touch she had ever felt. Going with the flow, Janet allowed the woman's free access to her body. As if she was a lifeless and willing puppet and the woman was her mistress puppeteer, never has she felt so vulnerably controlled. Wishing she knew the woman's name, the woman lifted Janet's right arm and raised it above her head. Lightly and ever so slowly, making her hairs stand on edge, she touched her arm on the outside, before doing the same along the inside.
Expecting the woman to feel her breast through her blouse and finger her nipple through her bra, anticipating her touch, she stopped her hand just before reaching her breast. When she did that in that way, Janet so wanted the woman to caress her breasts. As if cracking a pretend egg on the head of a sitting subject and ever so lightly running her hands over their hair, as if it's the egg flowing down, the sensation of the touch made her feel, as if her breast had been felt. Then, when the woman picked up her left arm and repeated the process, Janet was quivering with sexual desire. So erotically sensual, the feeling of being so lightly and slightly touched was as sexual as it was sensual and as exciting as it was pleasurable. Never has Janet experienced such sexuality without even having her breasts felt, her nipples sucked, her clit fingered, and her pussy licked. If she was this good with her clothes on, Janet could only imagine the lover this woman would be in bed, when naked. Then, she felt the woman's left arm around her waist. In a forceful, yet gentle way, she ever so slowly pulled her closer. She left just enough space between them so that she couldn't feel their bodies touching, only imagining that they were. Again, the sensation of touching, as if by static electricity, was sensually exciting and erotically arousing. Only, Janet found herself wanting more from her than just the sensation. Not wanting to ruin the game by rushing the game, especially when not yet knowing all the rules, Janet was at a loss as to how to play the game to continue. Should she reach out and touch her, feel her, hold her, and manipulate her in the way that the woman had touched, felt, held, and manipulated her? When she decided that she'd reach out to feel the woman's breast, it was as if the woman sensed Janet wanting to touch her. As if even in the darkness she could somehow see Janet's hand reaching for her, she stepped back just out of the reach of her fingertips, and held her hands behind her back.
"Oh, so this is all your show," said Janet with frustration.
"How can you play the game," said the woman with a sexy laugh,
"when I haven't finished showing you all the rules?" Then, as if reading her mind, she stepped closer and took Janet's hand and placed it on her breast. Immediately, Janet could tell the woman had natural breasts and she preferred that over what some male plastic surgeons believed that a woman's breast should feel and look like. Holding her hand, she ever so slowly and gently outlined her nipple with Janet's finger. No doubt, just as excited as was Janet, her nipples were erect, too. Then, she returned the favor and traced Janet's nipples with her fingertips. Never had Janet felt such excitement by someone merely lightly touching her nipples through her clothes.
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