Blindfolded [Complete]

Handcuffed

I took a deep breath as I approached the door. My hand trembling slightly as I clasped the door knob. Nervously anticipating what was waiting for me on the other side.

Why the fuck was I so nervous? After all I have done this more number of times than I can count. In fact the only type of relationship I have known in the past 5 years is the coital form with nameless escorts. Love existing in only the 'lovemaking' that happened within that room. Countless men have passed through this room. Perfect escorts. Blindfolded and compliant. Experienced and professional. Just the way I liked it. Or atleast that's what I thought.

And then last week the man that showed up in the room somehow managed to rip the ground right out from under my feet. Entering the room quietly, a habit I have formed for a while, I saw the same man sitting on the edge of the bed. His foot tapping repeatedly in an uneven rhythm as if he was nervous about something. A black silk cloth secured around his eyes. And immediately I felt an excited shiver run down my spine. How can a professional prostitute look and behave just this innocent?

The thing is I have always enjoyed sex. Shamelessly so. And I made sure the person I was with did too. Even if they were only a partner I had paid for just for that night. But the man that stepped into my room last Saturday was none like the ones I had slept with before. Somehow it wasn't simple pleasure I saw reflected off his expression, but as if I was making him experience a world he had never known before.

I quietly padded towards the man who was still unaware of my presence. A devilish smile spreading across my face as I bent down low and whispered softly in his ear.

"Ready?"

I swear it felt like he jumped a good 12 inches as he placed a slightly trembling hand on his chest as if to calm down his racing heart. Once again I ask, how does someone who sleeps with strangers professionally have such a shocked reaction at having said stranger close to him. Was it the blindfold? Maybe he wasn't used to such a request from his other clients.

As soon as the barely passing thought of other people he may have slept with in the past week crossed my mind, I suddenly found myself weirdly irritated. Just the idea that someone else had tasted his pale supple skin gave me an unhealthy sense of possessiveness for the man I was about to sleep with all of second time. Shaking the irrational thought out from my head I reached forward and took his smooth hand in mine. I barely had an hour with this gorgeous specimen, and I really didn't want to waste it obsessing over useless things. I still have to discover what new expressions of pleasure I can elicit out of him.

"Sho...should I take off my clothes?"

His husky whisper was soft and trembling. Bringing an instant reaction to my dick. Either the man was the most brilliant actor I have ever met or...well, or what else could he be. After all he worked with the most high profile escort service in the country. And they more than vet their contractors. Whatever it was I really, really enjoyed his fake innocent demeanor. Even if it was a total farce.

"No. Tonight all you have to do is lay back and enjoy. Can you do that for me?"

Pearly white teeth peeked out as he bit his lower lip in slight nervousness before he gave me shaky, silent nod.

Gosh, even his briefest of actions drive me crazy.

Suddenly finding the hindrance of so many layers just too much to bear, I reached out and tugged at his shirt, frankly surprisingly both of us a little as all the buttons popped right off and bounced around near our feet. Leaving the front of his open as his creamy chest was exposed to my hungry gaze once again.

I don't even know how one manages to fake it but somehow he had his heart racing at warp speed, the sound echoing loudly all around me as I stepped even closer to slip the shirt off his shoulders.