dream of the dance

The bar was dark, loud and very inviting you to approach the dance floor. You had noticed his eyes caressing your hips and slowly moving up and down your thighs as he danced with a woman who was obviously enjoying your body as well. Her smile was warm and inviting; you moved toward them while the music was loud and took you back to a time you remember so very well. Your apprehension is soon forgotten after you join the dance and allow your body to feel not only the music, but the eyes and hands of the couple who have drawn you into their sensual dance. Soon, you are leaving the bar holding her hand after sharing slow dances with both of them. The sensation of their pulses racing while they each held you close hightened the excitement you were already enjoying.

In the living room, the clothing was thrown around in an obvious display of passion and desire which finds you on the couch with her hands on your hips while her lips are slowly tracing your shoulders. He stands above you kissing you softly opening your arms up to receive the sensation of her lips exploring your skin, and you quiver at the touch of her lips on your neck. You moan while her lips play with your ear and you giggle a bit when she kisses your exposed neck while her hands begin to move up your body to your beautiful aroused breasts.

She then pulled away, watching him move around and kneel between your open thighs. You begin to push your hips toward him as she begins to caress your breasts from above. You look up at her and she leans in gently to kiss you. You begin to shake as the sensation of him working on your clit and her working on your breasts while kissing you begins to be more than you can withstand! You release into the pleasures as she continues to kiss you, you start to respond to her gentle lips and pull her around in front of you. He moves out of the way as she replaces him between you wide-spread legs, you are dripping from the wonderful work he has done on you. Slowly, she slides a hand down your stomach and toward your swollen mound. Her tongue glides down your chest and finds your aching nipples anticipating her wet lips and touch. You arch into her as her hand finds your wet lips and brushes over your swollen clit. You quiver at the touch of her soft skin on your clit. It is a feeling you have never felt before, and you moan as she reaches down and slides a finger into you and finds your g-spot. He is sitting behind you on the couch holding you as you begin to move your body up and down on her hand. She moves down to your pussy with her tongue and you let out a moan in response to her tongue on your clit. He is caressing your breasts and gently kneeding your nipples while you stroke his cock with your free hand while the other holds her head against your throbbing clit. You cum as you feel him cum in your hand and her tongue finds your clit tender to her touch as she slowly pulls away while you enjoy the sensation of the moment....

 

Then i woke up...

 

A night to remember

It had been a very good week, and to celebrate, the evening was to begin with some shopping for some sexy lingerie for her and perhaps some for me as well, if we could find any. So after work, we headed downtown to the adult only store where they usually found many things with which to dress in and play with and we enjoyed going there together. Often, something there made us snicker and act like little kids, which was a fun thing to do at any point in any day. Both of us were in what could be considered an aroused state as we had been flirting all day with texts and notes to each other, so when we got there, I expected something could happen tonight that could be a special event for us to share. Would we see it when it showed up was the only question I had as we entered the store.

There were a few people milling around as she wrapped her arm around my back and leaned heavily into me, almost sending us through the underwear display just inside the front door. She laughed as I caught us and held her up. She giggled and buried her face into my neck as we moved in toward the games and toys near the closest wall just inside the door past the underwear.  We have a few games that we like to play and are always looking for new ones, but, there were no new ones in that night, so with her arm tightly around my shoulders, we headed back to the underwear. I had a good idea of what I wanted her to wear tonight as we had plans to go out for dinner and maybe a movie, depending on how the night went. So, we headed over to look at what was there. Almost immediately, I saw the item she needed to wear for the evening. It was a pink open crotched panty, with a very pretty lace design around the top. It pulled up over her hips making them fit snuggly inside her thigh. I showed it to her and she smiled at me wondering what I could possibly have planned for the night. “Shall I try it on? Or just wear it out?” she asked with this incredibly sexy grin on her face.

“Both” was the only word I could think of to use. I could tell she was already excited and very ready for what I had I mind for the evening.  Some of the side trails we took were quite unexpected though. Let me explain what happened. She took the panties from me with a huge smile and a wink. She headed to the change room to try it on but did not see the man get in there before her, and I was not about to tell her either! As she opened the door, she was looking right at this well built man with dark hair and a very athletic build standing there bare-assed before her. I am not sure which one blushed first, but they both smiled before she closed the door and waited. As he stepped out, he asked if he could have a peek at her changing into those panties, and they both blushed again, she smiled, but I think he missed it. As she stepped into the room, I watch him follow her ass and smile. He noticed me smiling at him and I watched him smile and give me that look that men give each other. You know, that approving look that says, “Man, she is hot” in universal man speak. I had to agree, she was hot. He asked me if he should open the door on her and we both laughed and I told him to go ahead as she should have knocked or something to figure out if there was someone in there first. He had no response, but smiled at the thought of seeing that door open. I am sure he went home quite content that evening.

After finding a pair of silk underwear for me, we headed out for dinner. I had planned a romantic dinner at a quiet place in a booth for two. When we got there, the place was full, which was unusual. However, considering our mood, we did not care. As long as we were together, it was perfect. We sat down in a corner out of the way, back past the bar and the dance floor just beyond where the bright lights shone in your face. It was perfect for us as we sat down to the music of a good blues band playing from the stage. Can I pick them or what? She smiled at me as we picked up our menus. I could tell she was more interested in me than the menu as her foot almost immediately started making its way up my leg and onto my knee, which was enjoying the shorts I was wearing as they fit loose enough for me to feel the silk on my skin. It was amazing to feel something so soft against my body.  The feel of her foot rubbing up and down my leg was causing a stirring in my cock, which was still aroused from the store and the thought of that door opening on her. The sensation of my cock pressing the silk cloth was unbelievable to say the least, and the added pleasure of her silk stockings on my leg made sitting still a highly doubtful activity at that point. She looked me in the eye and asked, “Dare me?” A simple yet pointed question to say the least! How could I refuse an offer like that? I said “I dare you to rub my inner thigh with your foot.” She had no hesitation responding to that challenge. Her foot slipped under my shorts and slowly she moved it toward my inner thigh, the smoothness of her stocking and the strength of her foot felt amazing as my hard on kept growing. She could tell that I was very aroused at this point and she moved in for the kill. Her foot finally found my balls as it slid slowly and softly up and down while she smiled and continue to tell me about her day and all the things she had done at work. The woman is amazing! Completely nonchalant as she recalled her day while toying with my balls in a restaurant. Finally, and with great mercy, she began to glide her foot over my cock as her smile continued to hide her impish tone. She knew exactly what I was doing and how close I was to coming in my shorts. As the waiter made his way to the table, her foot did not budge. She knew he could see her, but she did not really care at this point. Her mind set on playing with me, and she continued to while he took our orders. It is quite an experience order steak while having your cock rubbed by a hot woman in a restaurant. I had to work very hard at speaking as my mind was paying attention to other aspects of my anatomy the time. With a very huge grin, she looked him right in the eye and ordered as if nothing was happening under the table. I am sure he was blushing as he tried to keep from looking at her foot.

 Once that was done, she got up and asked me to join her as she headed to the bathroom. I was not sure why as she had never asked me to walk her to the bathroom before. I was in for a very memorable surprise as she found the women’s washroom locked, so she grabbed my hand a darted into the men’s room dragging me with her. To say I was surprised would be denying reality. Once inside, she grabbed my zipper and dropped my pants to reveal my very hard cock. She pulled her skirt up to reveal her very sexy underwear, which were, from where I was standing, amazingly hot on her. “Quickly” was the only word she needed to say at that moment. I pulled my underwear down and she bent over the sink offering her body to me. I reached down between her thighs and felt how wet she already was and I knew that I had better move quickly. I slowly pushed my cock past her lips as she moaned feeling my head push her lips apart. I pushed in a little more with every push until I was completely inside of her moist pussy. Her underwear still in place on her body, I pushed deeply a few times and moaned as I came deep inside of her. She smiled as I almost fell over, reached into her purse, and pulled out a toy I had bought her. She told me she would be right out and to go wait for her at the table.

Once seated, I kept thinking about her in the men’s room with her toy and how much fun she was having in there. A few minutes later, she came out with a huge smile on her face. “Have I got a story to tell you, honey.” What she then related to me was nothing short of spectacular. This is what she told me happened after I left. Once in there alone, she went into a stall to sit and play. She was there for a few minutes alone and quite enjoying her playtime when she heard the door open and close meaning she was no longer alone. Not knowing exactly what to do, she just continued to take care of herself. She heard his zipper undo and waited for that sound of a man pissing in a urinal, but it was not forthcoming this evening. Instead, she heard him begin that distinct sound of stroking an erect penis. She could not believe it at all! Here she was masturbating in the men’s room, and a man walks in and starts doing the same thing right beside her.  Immediately, her playing escalated to a new level as she was aroused even more by the thought of this man jerking off right beside her. She decided to open the door a bit to see if it was true and there, for her pleasure, was this 7-inch cock being stroked not 3 feet away from her. She quietly opened the door just enough to watch him as she noticed his eyes were shut tight.  She watched as long as she dared and soon she had to relieve herself, but knew she would have to wait until he was gone, as she was not going to be able to stay very quiet. Soon, he groaned his relief, and cleaned up and left her alone once again to complete her task. After letting out quite the orgasm, she cleaned up and came back to me to tell me what had happened. I was impressed that she was able to keep hidden, and asked her how it felt watching a stranger masturbate.  She told me how exciting it was to watch a man do that and how she felt almost compelled to watch not only his actions, but his pleasure as well. She told me her orgasm was not enough to take care of her and that I would be expected to complete the mission I had started when we got home, which could have been soon enough. After dinner, we got up for a dance as the band was very good and the place was jumping with people enjoying the music. As we danced, I noticed a man staring at her and smiling. I had never seen him before and I asked her if she had seen him before. She leaned into me closely and said that he was the man from the bathroom but had no idea why he was smiling at us. I knew! I suspected he had opened his eyes while she was busy watching him stroke and did not see him looking at her. I asked her how far she opened the door while she was watching him to which she replied a few inches, maybe a foot at most. I giggled thinking she had to get a good view of the action! I told her he was probably watching her play as she was watching him and it was probably why his orgasm was so quick, she had let him see her while he was playing with himself.

She just snuggled up close to me and smiled at the man as he turned and walked over to the bar and faded into the crowd. She kissed my neck and smiled as we finished that dance and quickly headed for home. Our clothes could not fly off fast enough when we got there.

 

Enter, if you dare

The sun was hanging low over the trees as you walked home from work. The day had been a long one, but you smile as you recount the days events and the many ways you made others smile. You feel the sun on your face and you welcome the warmth it brings as the days get shorter, reminding you daily that winter is coming, and soon. You are reminded about a note I left you this morning expressing my love for you and how I look forward to seeing you tonight. You smile just a little bit more as you turn into the driveway to see a note on the door, with your name written on the outside in red letters.

The note reads:

                “Janis, your love for me inspires me to find ways to care for you, and cherish you every day of my life. Today is no different in that regard. Before you enter, please take a deep breath, close your eyes and release it slowly and feel the day disappear. When you enter the house, please put your things down at the door, and they will be attended to for you. Once you are inside, please take another deep breath or two and when you are done, ring the bell you will find on the table just inside. Once inside, you will be transported to a place where you will be expected to think only about what you are experiencing at the moment it is happening.

                Enter, if you dare, but know, your pleasure and your ecstasy will be the focus of the evening. When you are ready, please enter...

                                                                For you”

You smile, sigh, and put your bags down then remove you coat. Looking up, you see me standing before you. I smile, gently kiss you on the cheek and hold you close, tenderly, while pulling the hair up off your face and over your ear. Moving quickly, I put your things away with you standing there, looking so beautiful, and smiling at me while I bring you your red shoes. Slipping off your work shoes, I rub your feet gently before I place the shoes on making sure you know how exciting they are to me, and knowing how they make you feel, I smile up at you and say “I hope you enjoy what is about to take place. It has been organized and designed for your pleasure.” With that, I blindfold you and lead you to the bedroom which fills your nose with a scent of lavender and roses from the incense I have burning. You inhale deeply to take in the aroma which fills the room with it’s warmth and it’s invitation to relax and enjoy what is to come.

You are positioned carefully in the room, which seems to have been re-arranged as you are standing where a dresser should be or so you think. Gently, I run my hands through your hair careful not to disturb the blindfold which is resting over your smiling face, holding your hair off your face, for me, it affords me a snapshot of your playfulness and your daring heart. You raise your head to my touch then relax when my hands move down across your shoulders. I unzip your dress as you inhale sharply at the sound of the zipper and the touch of my hand as it runs down your back. I pull the zipper down past your waist and glide the dress down slowly over your shoulders and down your arms and gently lift each arm through it. Your dress slides down your body as you feel the rush of the coolness of the room on your exposed skin. You take a deep breath and enjoy the feeling of becoming awakened by the touch of your lover, and the sensation of being undressed. My hands brush across your shoulders and undo your bra. It falls to the ground; you feel your nipples react to the air. I leave your panties on, take your hand, move you across the room to a chair that you do not recognize the feel of. It is a lounging couch, and you can feel the soft plush cushions inviting you to relax into their willing grasp. I take your hands and gently pull them behind you while I slip the restraints over each wrist that bind your arms to the chair. I then spread your legs out and take your ankles one at a time and place restraints on them holding your body in place on the soft, inviting cushions. The sensation of being bound sends a rush through your body when you realize that you are now only able to receive whatever is offered to you tonight. You shudder at the idea of being the center of pleasure.

You are alone, bound, and aroused. The music begins, soft, gentle sounds fill the room as you inhale deeply the scents that the candles emit for your enjoyment. You hear the door close. You are not sure if i have left, or if i have just closed the door, but you begin to anticipate the next sensation on your skin. Will I touch you with my hand, will I kiss your body, will I cover your body with the sensation of some exotic fabric or perhaps a feather to arouse and to tickle you. It seems like forever, but it has only been a few minutes before the door slowly opens, then slowly closes again. You know you are not alone. You can feel the presence of someone moving slowly around the room. You get excited at the thought that he is staring at you – the showcase of the room. You try to imagine where he is looking, lusting, enjoying the sight of your body as it is displayed on the chair. You sense him stop behind you, he reaches for your hair and runs his fingers through it, gently pulling your head back toward his body which you can feel so very close to yours. He begins to rub your scalp and you start to relax to his touch and allow yourself to ease back into the chair which seems to reach up to soften the fall. You realize that you are in a space where you can relax while you hair is being brushed and played with. You smile at the idea that I would take the time to do such a simple thing for you. The hands find their way to your neck, then across your shoulders to your chest. You breath deeply, trying to bring your breasts to his hands, offering his hands your hard nipples. His fingers move across your chest, but do not find your aching buds. The door opens, then closes. You tense with anticipation! There are now two men in the room, perhaps more, you are not sure anymore and you can not find a way to answer the question. Gently, you feel the new hands on your knees, slowly moving up your thighs toward your hips. Your legs move toward the hands as they glide smoothly over your soft skin, arching your hips gently to meet the hands. The hands begin to rub up and down your thighs, slowly while you ease back into the chair again, receiving the pleasure of the hands, hands for you to enjoy.

The door opens again, but this time you do not respond to it as before. This time, you get excited at the thought that there is yet another set of hands waiting to please you, to arouse and caress your body. You only imagine where this set will land on your body. Perhaps more than one came in, you wonder if there are more men in the room than you think. Where did I go? Am I caressing you or am I watching you? You can not find the answers,  so you again sink into the chair and release your body to the hands filling your senses with soft, gentle movements that seem to becoming one stimulus. Gently, the new hands find your chest and move around your breasts to your stomach. Your body is now full of sensations, of your pleasure, of your being unable to respond. You press your body to each of the hands and find yourself dancing to the waves of the touches. Each one, a slightly different tempo, a differing pulse to react to, a different pleasure to respond to. Your left nipple is brushed gently, then the right one as his hands move across your chest on a path from the top of your panties to your neck. Circles, lines, slow, fast, gentle and firm strokes starting and finishing with no fixed points, just encompassing you, filling your body with arousing touch. The hands on your thighs move closer and closer to your dripping lips and engorged clitoris. His hands pull your skin gently underneath your panties which causes you to inhale sharply as the touch of the fabric on your lips is so intense, and as your clitoris is brushed by the lace, you gasp as you feel your lips opening, anticipating a touch that does not seem to ever arrive. The hands on your thighs inch closer, then slowly pull away, pulling your lips apart and you feel exposed yet you long for more exposure. You want the panties to be removed, but don’t dare ask.

You soon realize that the other hands have moved to either side of your body, and are now on either hip. You feel them pull your hips back into the chair while the other set of hands moves closer to the panties which are now soaked, and seemingly in the way. “Dare I?” asked the voice in the room, seemingly from everywhere, yet from nowhere in particular. You find yourself breathless and speechless at the thought of being completely exposed to the hands upon your aching, aroused body. Having no ability to offer your acceptance, you slowly nod. The hands on your hips slowly move toward your knees, you feel them clasp your inner knees and genlty widen your legs while the other hands slide slowly down the edges of your panties, grazing your thigh while pressing your lips together causing your clitoris to be engulfed by them. You make your first sound, a long, deep moan as his fingers slide down your lips over the edge of the panties. You pulse as his fingers pass by your aching opening which longs for a finger to play with it. You press your hips forward, hoping to catch the fingers passing by your slit, but the hands holding your legs and hips won’t allow you to catch them. The sensation of being held and having touch withheld from you stirs your desire for more touch, for more hands, for more pleasure to be given to you.

Gently, slowly, one hand reaches up your thigh while the other remains on your knee and the other hands rest on your inner thighs, spreading your lips under your panties causing the lace to caress your clitoris some more. The hand finds the top of your panty and begins to descend toward your expectant slit. You achingly arch toward the hand that is moving down your stomach, trying to quicken the touch you long for. Just as his hand reaches your wetness, the other hand one your other knee begins its journey up your thigh moving along the lines of your toned legs. Running along your thigh, his hand joins the other one as they both begin to explore your lips and your clitoris slowly pulling the panties out of the way allowing them both freer access to your wetness. Suddenly, you feel your panties tighten as they are pulled from above. You hear the sound of scissors cutting and feel your panties fall around your hips. They are left there for you to remember the feeling of being helpless, powerless, yet completely aroused and the focus of such pleasure as you have seldom felt.

Soon, there are hands on your breasts, and hands caressing your clitoris and tugging gently on your outer lips. As they spread you, another hand has found it’s way to between your legs and has begun to play with the opening that aches to be touched. You gasp as his finger slides slowly into you, pushing you open, stretching you, another finger slips into you and you moan loudly yet again. The fingers on your lips close you upon the fingers in your vagina and is moving slowly back and forth while the other two hands hold them there. They move up and begin to play gently with your clitoris while you push your hips forward and release your first orgasm. Your breasts are receiving pleasure from the other two hands that have moved away from your hips. Your body is engulfed in pleasure from every corner. You can not decide which is giving you the most, and you don’t care. You are lost in the moment and you give in to the touch that is so wonderful. The hands continue to move back and forth and playfully they take turns entering you and stimulating your clitoris. You can no longer determine which hand comes from where nor do you care. Your hips push forward as the fingers inside you push deep and you let out another moan as you begin to pulse wave after wave of pleasure that has overtaken your body. The hands slow as you begin to relax into the chair. Their grasp on your body is released, and they remove their hands from your heaving body. You hear the door open, then close and you wonder if they have all left or not.

“For you” I whisper in your ear taking off the blindfold...