They had slept for several hours. A truly exhausted, sated sleep. She was the first to awaken in the still, dark of the night. Beside her in the bed, she could hear his soft breathing. She smiled to herself as she remembered the ecstasy he had given her just a few hours ago. Ah, yes, the man certainly had a good imagination. He had suggested the blindfold awhile back, saying something about a dream he had had about them.
She stretched her arms languidly above her head, feeling a bit tender in a few places, but definitely she had no complaints. Then she felt the silken scarf that had been used to blindfold her eyes lying on the pillow, just above her tousled hair. She decided quickly as felt the sand-washed silk scarf with her soft hands.
Yes, indeed, she thought to herself with a loving, yet artful smile curving her kiss reddened lips. Turnabout was fair play!
He slept on in spite of her gentle movements off the bed, then her tender shifting of first his head, then both his hands. She smiled as she turned away for a few moments. She left the bedroom, her naked feet padding silently on the plush carpeting, going into the living room and turning on the stereo music softly. She played the softly, seductive music that she enjoyed so well. She knew that he enjoyed the group Journey, but for what she had planned, well, her choice of music would be more fitting for the mood. She paused to get a few more little items together, and then returned to the bedroom. He still lay asleep on the bed. He was completely unaware that a securely tied silk scarf had covered his eyes. And his wrists had been bound with soft ties to the bedposts. First, she leaned over the bed, and pulled all the covers down off his naked, supine body. Ever so softly at first, she called his name. Slowly, as she watched, he drifted upwards through the layers of sexual satisfaction induced sleep.
She waited until he moved his head a bit in surprise, lifting it slightly from the soft pillows, and quite quickly became aware of his "bound" position. His startled voice filled the room, "What the h…!" He stopped struggling immediately as she answered him "I'm here my love."
She leaned over him, gently pressing her lips to his. She stroked his slightly whiskered cheek, "I think it is time that I let you be on the receiving end of such tender and loving treatment as you shared with me earlier." She paused a moment, waiting for her words to sink in. Then she saw a slight smile curl his sensuous mouth in the dim light of the room. "I'm sorry about your wrists, but I'm sure you might want to end this too soon, my sweet. I want you to enjoy this as much as I did mine earlier. When you can't stand this exquisite torture a moment longer, just say our 'uncle' word, okay? " She waited until he nodded in agreement.
She moved to the bedside stand where she had placed her chosen toys for the evening's delight. First, she moved to the side of the bed, and she could see he was already becoming aroused from just the talking so far. She carefully picked up the larger of the sand-washed silken scarves, and this she tenderly draped over his proud manhood. Next she moved to the foot of the bed. She picked up one leg, stroking his smooth calf, which they had shaved earlier for him to experience the incredibly sensual touch of the silken boxers she had given as a present, against smoothly shaven skin.
Then she began to massage the rich moisture cream into the sole of his foot, paying particular attention to his heels, and then between his toes. She felt the shiver he gave as she ran her moisture damp fingers partway up his inner leg. Then she treated the other foot just the same. Next, she moved to the right side of the bed, and very tenderly, massaged the moisture cream into his bound hand. And then the left.
Next she filled her hands with sweet body oil, rubbing her palms lightly together, she stroked the oil deeply into the skin of his left arm, and then the right. She quietly moved back to the bottom of the bed, and repeated this oil massage to both of his smooth lower legs, to just above the knees. Very slowly she stroked her soft palms over the inner skin of his legs, savoring the sensual feel of his smooth skin against her own.
When she felt his uncontrollable shiver at her touch, she leaned over and gently nipped the inside of his left thigh. Now his skin was gleaming a bit in the dim light.
She paused to pour the oil into her palms again, only this time she held it, warming it. She could tell that his breathing had quickened quite a bit as she had progressed along his hard masculine body.
She stood next to the bed, and dripped one warmed drop of the oil onto his right nipple. He gasped in surprise, and she followed with two drops to the left. He waited for her to massage the oil into his eagerly awaiting nipples, when he heard her soft footsteps leading away from the side of the bed. And then he felt the lower end of the bed shift, just between where he had left his legs sprawled apart after she had finished with them earlier. He smiled as he felt her small, soft palms begin stroking the oil into his thighs, and outer side first, then the inner. She moved ooh, so slowly up his smooth inner thighs, savoring each stroke of his skin against the skin of her own palms. The feeling of his warm, oil slickened and smooth skin, against that of her own skin, was truly an arousing experience for her.
When she finally reached his hard thrusting shaft, she was as excited as he was. Ever so gently, and quite slowly, she dragged the slightly dampened silk scarf off of his hard shaft. The groan of his rising passions filled the room around them. She ran her fingertip just around the head of the smooth shaft, then dipped her fingertip into the oozing precum and spread it lovingly around the head of his ever-hardening cock. She paused to shift her position, resting half on one of his smooth thighs, letting her soft full breasts brush against him.
Then taking him in her soft hand, she began stroking his shaft, upwards, to meet her parted lips. She licked him gently, then took him into her hot sweet mouth, sucking firmly. He was gasping with each sucking pull of her red lips, when her hand eased away from his shaft, only to cup his balls, massaging the smooth sac around them. With a soft lick of her tongue, she left his manhood, to begin licking, and finally sucking his balls. His arms were straining at the ties, his head shifting restlessly with his driving need and passion on the pillows. She gave a gentle bite to his saliva slickened balls, but still he didn't say the word.
She deserted his body for a few moments. He strained in need of her touch, feeling the absence of her hands as a true loss. He finally felt her soft hands on his chest, finally massaging the oil into his hard, erect nipples. She pinched them once, then deserted him again. His ears strained to hear her movements, but the room was completely silent, except for the soft erotically sensual music coming from the living room. God, he thought, the music was making him even hotter. And then he felt the lower edge of the bed shift again. A moment of nothing, and then he felt it. Her hand on his hard, taut shaft, eager for release. He felt her breath across the head, and then, her mouth engulfed him. The piece of ice she had been sucking on while she stroked his eager nipples had just melted. While her cold tongue and mouth sucked him to completion, his voice shouted out "Turkey!" and the turnabout was finally ended, with each of the participants truly satisfied.
