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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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It's Midnight and I'm waiting, heart pounding heavily in my chest. The anticipation, the not knowing when It's going to happen. Maybe any second now, maybe not for an hour. Oh I wished I could see the clock and know the time!
I'm laying there on my bed. Music playing in my ears loud enough for me not to be able to hear anything above it. Eyes covered with one of thos blindfolds they give you on trans-atlantic flights so you can sleep.
We've been planning this scenario for ages now, revising every detail, every naughty thing we will be doing to each other when you get here. Right down to the very first time one part of you touched one part of me. When you get here.......
Did i just sense something? Did i hear a noise? Was it that noisy step being trodden on?
I've set the ipod to play random tracks. Some loud and with no gaps and the next one maybe something with some quieter spells that maybe i've got a chance of hearing you .......
A car has just gone past slowly. Wonder if that's you, slowing down and looking for my house number? Damn, the music has gone loud again. My heart re-starts it's pounding, even heavier this time. Still not sure if that was you about to park up. If I listen more intently then maybe I'll hear the door close. If I miss that then will I hear your footsteps? I may if you are wearing heels.... just hope that the quiet part of this track will come soon so I can hear .....
Should I cheat and turn the volume down a bit? No..no...no.... That wasn't in the plans!! Must keep as close the the plans as possible. we did agree after all!
I'm laying there unaware of the scented candle flickering through the blindfold. At least when you get to the top of the stairs you will know what room I'm in.
I wonder if you'll blow the candle out? We did agree that there had to be choices. such as do you blow it out or not. Of course is you do then I'll smell the acrid fumes of the snuffed out candle and I'll know you're there. And it had to be a scented candle or I may have smelled perfume, if you chose to wear any, as you came through the door. ...... Yes we went into every tiny detail.
I'm laying there, on my back and naked except for the blindfold. No sense of smell as the scented candle is giving off a stong enough smell do drown out any perfume. All I can hear is music in my ear. Been quite a few loud tracks and I've not been able to hear a thing except during the standard two seconds between them. I'm glad we agreed to keep those 2 seconds in, makes it all the more exciting. Did I hear something? Grrr, 2 sconds gone so not going to know now. Was the door handle clicking. It would take more than two seconds from you turning the handle and closing the door. If I was really lucky then I'd hear one of them. If not there's the creaky step and the creaky floorboard on the landing.....
You've just left home. Dressed, as agreed, in whatever way you want. Jeans and Tee-shirt? Power dressed to impress? Total Tart? I don't want to know. I want you to chose whetever makes you feel horny as you are driving to me. Could be fur coat and no knickers or it could be a boiler suit and no knickers. Only rule, No knickers. Your thoughts are making it hard to concentrate on your driving. every little detail of about what is going to happen. Every little detail we've planned over the weeks of getting to know each other. We've agreed to answer every question the other asked with total honesty but we've still not seen what the other looks like. You're wondering if this is such a good idea? Am I being stupid doing this? I've never set eyes on him, not even a picture. Sure we've had lots of txt between us. Lots of teasing and taunting of the other. Never spoken. Not a word has passed between us. Never heard each other's voice, never met and all both of us know of the other has been through messages and txt.
You know that at any point you can just turn round and go back home. Even to the point where you turn the handle on my front dooor and about to put one foot in the door. You can still back out. You don't have to go through with it. The excitement increases the further from home and the closer you get to me.
It's past midnight now. You are getting quite close. You see the street name on signpost and start to slow down. Do you turn the corner or not? Do you drive past and collect your thoughts, do you or don't you?
Of course if you do then you will keep me wondering when you are going to get there. Anytime, we agreed, between midnight and 2am. Just don't tell me what time. I'll be there ready, naked and blindfolded. You are thinking of this naked body laying on it's back waiting for you to arrive. Pondering your choices. Wondering how long to make me wait. Will I be covered by just a thin sheet or will I be uncovered.
I've tried to describe the outside of my house, giving lots of things to look out for, what the front garden is like, what's either side of the house, colours of cars on the drive. Not that you can distinguish colours too well under the yellow street lamp that's just opposite.
You drive the whole length of the road at a constant speed to get your bearings and try to see which house it is. Yes, that's the one, I'm sure, you think to yourself. You turn round and come back past, more slowly this time, the house to confirm it's actually the one I've described to you.
Yes, that's the one. Perfect description. A short distance away you turn round. You are not going to park outside, as we agreed, but in a cul-de-sac a few houses down the road. Engine off! You sit there, heart pounding so heavily you can hear it beat. Quick look in the vanity mirror for a quick check then.
You take out the keys and touch the door handle and pause, rehersing the next few critical actions. Close the door quietly, make sure there's no noisy footsteps. Looking round the deserted street, no cars, no people, all asleep. Or are they? Someone may have heard the car or door and are looking out of their windows....... still time to back out. You can just get back in the car and go.
It's the only chance we both will have to do this. It can't ever happen a second time. All you have to do is make my telephone ring and I'll answer it. But if you do it breaks the spell. We may still meet if you call me first. But then we would have heard each other's voices. We have already agreed how the first point of directly communicating with each other is to be that very first touch we planned...... If we speak we spoil the intensity.
Your body begins to tingle as you walk up to road to my house. It starts to run down your spine and makes you intently aware that your have no knickers on.(I'm not going in all the naughty detail here, use your imagination, lol). The naughty bits cum later if anyone has read this far!!
You can feel your body tremble with excitement as you walk along the drive to the front door. You pause again, look around and listen. Last thing you want is being seen opening the door and going in. What if someone calls the police and report a suspected break in?
The point of no return. It gets easier if you go back to your car. But if you do then you will have missed out! It also gets easier once you are inside. But once you are inside, once you have turned the handle, opened the door, put one foot inside, then the other. Close the door behind you, lift up the handle and turn the key. You know i've disables the alarm in the hall, stairs and landing so you won't set that off.
You have the whole scenario rushing through your mind. Every detail, ticked off, one by one from the moment you started getting ready 'til now.
Your're in. No backing out now. you take off any outer clothing you have on and leave it in the hallway. Dressed entrely at your own choice, just knickerless. So horny! (Again, I'll leave this to your imagination but if any ladies want to know more then just ask me to tell you.....)
There's no need to a light due to the streetlamp opposite illuminating the hall way. Slowly. Step by 12 steps you climb the stairs. Keep to the side you remember me saying and there should be no creak for me to hear.
Thoughts go racing through your mind, did I feel a draught through the bedroom wondow as you closed the front door? Was I aware that you there? Had I heard anything?
At the top of the stairs you see the feint flicker of the candle. There's a mirror on the far wall and on the wardrobes. You can make out a body on the bed through the glimmering reflections. Closer to the door, you can make out the room and see just well enough.
You can hear me breathing heavy, make out the blindfold, see the headphones.
Suppose this is your last chance. Go back while you still can? Stand there for a few minutes. If I thought I had heard you then if you are motionelss for a while, minutes or second, then i may begin to think I hadn't. All it would need would be to have thought i'd heard the door click or stair creak and a breeze on my body from you walking past the bed may be just enough to confirm to me that you are there. Or are you?. The anticipation has now almost risen to breaking point.
You can, right up to the point of our very first touch. Once we've touched then that's it, too late to go back then. We both know exactly what the next stage is, In minute detail.
We had discussed the many ways that the first actual communication between us could happen. I hope you remember not to say, "Sorry Rob" if you accidentally happen to knock in to me. No voices, not yet. Has to be touch.
YOU ARE HERE! I feel the bed depress at the side of me. It's happened. You made it!
Now the real naught fun begins. We've never seen each other, never heard each others voice.
No sight, no voice not until our sense of touch is the first one. Followed by smell. Followed by taste.
Now's the time to show each other how bad we can be.
All the different "what the first touch should be" choices go racing through our minds. The meeting of our bodies to act out everything we have spent fantasising about these last few weeks. Our minds and bodies are about to meet and be as one in a long session of mutual passion and pleasure. Not knowing the other removes all our inhibitions and we are about to persue pure pleasure with each other.
Now for the touch........
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