Blindfolded [Complete]

Blindfolded

Don't say his name.

Don't say it's my first time.

Don't say I'm not a professional escort.

Don't say I don't have any idea what I'm doing.

Actually, don't say anything at all.

As Kite puts it, all I have to do is close my eyes, let him stick it in, and ten minutes later I will be a 1000 bucks richer. Easy peasy.

Ok, even I didn't believe that when I stepped foot in the dimly lit room with a large bed sprawled bang in the center. The only other furniture being an ornate bedside table. Sitting innocently on top of it was a box of condoms, a large bottle of lube, and a black silky strip of cloth.

He really is serious about this whole blindfolding thing, huh?

I picked up the cloth, playing with the smoothness between my fingers before testing it across my eyes to see how it would feel.

"Let me help you with that."

I practically jumped out of my skin at the soft husky voice whispering in my ear. The sudden heat from the chest pressed against my back piercing through my skin. Trembling hands almost dropped the silk cloth when I saw a tanned forearm reach out and grab my wrist. A large hand closed around mine as I felt an uncharacteristic shiver run down my spine. Almost unconsciously I felt myself wanting to turn. Wanting to see in person the face of the man I was about to sleep with. Wanting to see the expression in the eyes before I stripped down to my most vulnerable state. But instead of letting me steal even a tiny little glimpse I felt the slender fingers pick out the cloth from my hand and placing it across my eyes. Suddenly plunging me into complete darkness as I felt him deftly tighten the knot on the back of my head.

My heart suddenly slammed again my chest, so hard, so loud that I was sure the man standing behind me was fully aware of it too. And yet, wordlessly he grabbed my hand once again and led me away until I could feel the back of my legs touching the bed.

This is it. This is the moment I need to get past and all will be over.

I took a deep breath. Waiting for him to make his next move when suddenly he completely let go of my hand and apparently walked away. The darkness behind the cloth a little disorienting when all of a sudden I was left bereft of any contact. But just as I was about to reach out in front of me in a panic I once again heard his low voice. Barely a foot away. The sound echoing within my ears.

"Why don't we begin with you taking off your clothes for me."

His quiet voice barely a soft whisper and yet sounding firm and confident. Suiting perfectly to the man whose pictures I had spent hours staring at last night.

I shivered slightly at the quiet command. And yet almost unconsciously felt my own hands move towards the top button of my shirt to obey him without a question.

Pausing as I slowly popped each button, waiting to hear even the slightest of reactions but I got none. Slipping the shirt off my arms I let it fall to the ground, standing there with my exposed chest, gulping more than a few deep breaths to stabilize my racing heart.

"Go on. Don't stop."

Was it even possible to feel the drawl of that voice vibrating against my naked skin? Piercing and sharp. Smooth and buttery. Like his voice itself was caressing my body. I felt my nipples wrinkling erect just at the thought of the man watching me undress. I didn't even question his command as my fingers unconsciously obeyed him. Reaching down to pop open the button of my jeans. The sound of the zip sliding down echoing within the silent room. Followed by the swoosh of the fabric as I pushed my pants along with my boxers down my legs. A light hand clasping mine as the man helped me step out of my garments.