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It was
winter. I decided to drive a bit north to visit an old friend.
Just a bored night where I only wanted to listen to music and have
some fun. Traffic was awful but it gave me a chance to hear some
albums I had forgotten about. It ended up taking him longer to
get through the city to his place then it took me driving from
almost 100 miles away. I waited in my car listening to music
allowing my mind to wonder into the events awaiting me. As my
mind wondered my hand wandered to my breast. My nipples cold from
the outdoors but slowly I warmed up. I felt around in my pants,
getting myself ready for my friend, Eric to show up.
His van pulled up and my
daydream slipped away. He was obviously frustrated from the drive
but his shoulders relaxed when he saw my red car parked on the
other side of the street in front of his apartment. Approaching
the car he could tell what had been on my mind as the corner of my
mouth smiled at him.
With a casual, “Hey” and a nod
of his head he opened my car door and took my hand helping me out
of my car over a patch of ice.
He hugged me and thanked me
for coming to see him even though the road conditions had been a
bit dangerous. “Think nothing of it” I replied and gave him a hug
with his cold cheek against my warm cheek. With a mix of the
sterile smell of winter and the warm smell of his old spice
aftershave I buried my head in the nook of his neck and shoulder
taking a deep breath. I never could understand why a young cool
guy like Eric wore old spice but he always did and it just became
a part of who he was.
In his studio he began to
complain about the weather and about his work on an album he was
recording for some friend’s band. I gave him that look that says
“this is not what I came here to hear” and he quickly changed the
subject and his mood went from sour to sweet. Eric was always
like that, he is complaining about one thing and the next moment
laughing. I never knew what to expect from him except that he’d
be quick with a hug and smell like old spice. After talking a bit
I “played tired” and we went to his bedroom.
He turned on a space heater as
I changed into my sleepwear, a small t-shirt and my black bikini
panties. The flannel sheets felt warm and relaxing. Climbing
into his bed over the random musical equipment I laid down next to
him. He placed his hand on my leg and I wrapped my arm under him
chin to stroke the back of his head running my fingers through his
black curly hair. Slowly his hand moved to my cunt playfully
running his finger along my slit but never breaking through.
My hand moved from his head
past his broad but soft chest and rested on his very hard cock. I
began just barely running my finger along it at the same pace he
was running his finger along me. I began to get very turned on
and he took immediate notice, looking me in the eye for the first
time since getting into bed.
Kissing me, gently he rolled
on top of me, pressing himself against me to letting me feel his
heart beat and erect cock. He reached tenderly for the back of my
head and suddenly grabbed a handful of my long black hair jerking
my head back quick and hard. I lost my breath and my panties
became even more wet. Biting and sucking on my neck he reached
down and removed my t-shirt. I began to wonder if he was going to
leave a mark on my neck like last time. This time if I go home
with a mark on my neck I better go home with a collection of them
all over my pale skin. Sucking on my nipples he pressed his cock
harder into me.
I was quickly rolled over onto
my stomach. With my panties ripped off he began licking slowly
down my back all the way to my round soft ass. He slid his tongue
down teasing me and breathing slowly only on my ass just to
torture me. Then he was gone. I couldn’t feel his breath or his
hands yet Eric was still sitting on the back of my legs. I tried
looking back over my shoulder to see why he stopped but couldn’t
see much since the only light was the red orange glow from the
heat lamp.
His hand was on my lower back
and his other hand took my arm bringing it against my back. That
was when I felt it. The cold steel clicked around my wrist.
Grabbing my other arm, he handcuffed me behind by back.
I had never been handcuffed
before and was about to protest and panic but decided to put my
faith in Eric and allowed him to roll me onto my back without
making a sound. Placing his shoulder under my leg, he buried his
face in my cunt. Quickly licking me he shoved his tongue into me
and fucked me with his mouth. I began to get very excited and
almost dizzy. Just before I was about to cum all over his face he
stopped and grabbed me by my hips sliding me to the edge of his
bed. He was on his knees and my legs were still dangling over his
shoulders. Again his hands disappeared off my body. Curious I
looked up searching for a clue as to what was next when he grabbed
my throat and pushed my head back against the bed. I tried to
yelp with frustration but his firm grip on my throat prevented any
sound.
Everything went black. The
reddish glow dimmed and a smile appeared on my face. He had
blindfolded me. As he kneeled in front of me I could feel his
eyes moving up and down my bound and blindfolded naked body.
He climbed onto the bed and I
could feel that he had completely undressed himself as he rubbed
his bare strong body against my leg. He grabbed my hair and sat
me up dragging me to the floor as he sat on the edge why I had
just been laying.
I knelt before him, part of me
being terrified as to what were next and the other part begging
for more. Eric the soft-spoken almost shy boy I had become
friends with was in complete control of me and I loved it. I
realized his intention as he moved his cock against my forehead
down into my mouth. I began to suck while he held the back of my
head to make sure I didn’t lose my balance since I was still
handcuffed.
Up and down. Up and down. He
directed my head moving me faster or slower. Deep or shallow.
All I could feel was his giant cock ramming into my mouth and all
I could see was that wonderful light. I could see from a small
space under my blindfold that beautiful light the colors orange
and red filled my eyes. I imagined what we looked like. The
light saturating my white skin. The shadows casted by my breasts,
glowing red as I stood on my knees with my head bobbing up and
along his beautiful cock.
He began to breathe harder and
moved my head faster and faster. Moans from the back of his
throat escaped before he told me he was going to cum and demanded
I swallow every drop. I quickly flicked my tongue beneath the
head of his cock and cum shot down my throat. I slowed allowing
him to gently move himself carefully in my mouth; doing as
demanded I swallowed it all.
A deep exhale came out of him
and I felt his bed move as he laid down. Stranded I sat there on
my knees unable to move my arms; I remained surrounded, basking in
the glorious orange light.
He came back for me after a
moment of catching his breath and helped me back into bed. I was
pulled on top of him and he removed the blindfold. For the second
time he looked me in the eye. The pleasure in his dark brown eyes
had a look of pride. Not pride in himself but as though he was
proud of me. That look confused me and until only now do I
understand. He was proud that I had learned the pleasure of
pleasuring someone else. After sucking him off I wasn’t expecting
anything in return and honestly was uninterested in finishing that
orgasm he started before blindfolding me. All the pleasure I
wanted, I received in that light doing nothing except everything
he wanted me to do. |