Trust

I normally don’t like for things to be planned out in advance; I am, by nature, a very spontaneous person. But for this little game we had to get the ground rules set or it wouldn’t work. I was feeling a bit odd about it, truthfully. Nervous energy, perhaps. But I made the preparations and thought through how I wanted to go about it. He had made it perfectly clear that I was in control and he was there to learn. Besides, we could always stop if it was too weird, although I didn’t know if we could go back to the way things were before.

I chose the space because it was where I am most relaxed. All the other rooms have furniture, pictures and distractions. This room has big pillows, a soft floor and plain walls. It’s where I do my asana practice. It’s where I turn off my mind. Besides, there’s something rather tantric about what we were doing, although I wasn’t really sure in my mind how. I only worried that I might be tainting my sacred space by what could be a bad memory if this doesn’t work out the way we’ve planned.

The knock on the door indicates that he hasn’t changed mind. I’m nervous, but let him in and give him a robe to change into. He happily obliges and when he returns to the room we are both donning our new attire. We both sort of look at each other and giggle. It’s funny, what we are doing… Sort of like school kids playing doctor. It feels a bit taboo, even though we’re both consenting adults.

We knew this would happen, the giggling, and we decided to just let it play it’s course a bit and hope it dissipates as we move along. We have a seat on the floor facing each other and I takes his hands. I want to breath with him for a few moments so that we can bring ourselves into the same space. There’s no talking now, but I look into his eyes. We’re connected and our breathing starts to relax. It’s so easy to be with him, which makes this worthwhile.

I finally let go of his hands and, keeping eye contact, pull my robe off my shoulders and lets it fall down around my waist. My breasts are exposed. He doesn’t want to look, well he probably does but he doesn’t want to seem like he wants to, so he keeps looking in my eyes. I give him a little half smile and say “Look at them.”

He’s a deep shade of crimson now, but he does as he is told. I watch him as he looks. I bring my hand up and fondle my right breast, first rubbing then pinching the nipple. I watch him watching me. His blush has subside. I reach down and grab his hand, bringing it up to my other breast. He turns red again, and takes a deep breath. He tries to mimic the way I am pinching my nipple, the way I pull it away from the breast. He is quite gentle, not wanting to hurt me. This is sweet, but not the way I want it. I tell him to pinch a little harder and he does.

He looks up at me to gauge my reaction. I’m getting so turned on now and I want to kiss him, but this is one of our rules: no kissing until we absolutely can’t go on. I think this is the one rule that he will have to enforce upon me. I don’t know if he realizes how desperately I want his lips on mine.

I breathe in, trying to relax again, and grab his hand as I lay back on the pillows. My chest is open, he is still touching it. He comes closer in, watching my eyes. The hazel is so mysterious, so inviting. “Kiss my neck,” I request in a whisper.

He smiles in response. I arch my head back, slightly, waiting for his lips to finally touch my skin. He nuzzles me, just under my ear. This, combined with the warmth of his breath, drives me crazy. He begins to kiss my neck, slowly. After a few nibbles he asks if it feels good. I’ve promised not to moan, another rule, but it’s already getting difficult. “Yes,” I whisper from the back of my throat.

“Now work your way down along my collar bone adding some little licks, slowly down to my breast,” I whisper.

His lips carress my collar bone and every so often I can feel the tip of his wet tongue glide an inch on my skin. The first time this happens I can’t help but sigh. He stops and gives me a coy smile as he knows our boundaries are already being challenged. I smile back, trying to regain composure.

When he gets to my breast, he stops, waiting for his direction. I tell him to gently lick around it, starting at the base working his way up to the nipple, almost like an ice cream cone. He begins, but right away I begin to giggle because it feels odd having his tongue on me there. He stops and stares at me as I calm down, then begin again where he left off. I still giggle slightly and he watches me as you he works around. By the time he has gotten to the nipple I’ve calmed to a smile, but we continue to stare at each other. Two sets of hazel eyes with a quiet acceptance and understanding behind them. It’s such a comfortable feeling. I could not have done this with anyone else.

After he’s made a couple of licks around my nipple I give my next command. “Now suck on the tip like an ice pop,” I say gently with a smile.

He begins gently, taking a mouthful of my nipple and slowly pulling off. Again, still watching me. He looks rather funny with my tit in his mouth so I start to giggle again. This probably wouldn’t happen if I could moan or kiss, but with the lack of those simple pleasures this seems funny. I still love it, though.

After a minute, I ask him to bite my nipple; not hard, but not soft either. I want to feel it. He does, a little too soft at first so I ask him to go harder. This time it’s too much. I yelp and he jumps up a bit and we both laugh. This time the giggles get the best of both of us and we take a break to get it out of our system. He lays next to me for a moment and strokes my hair. He asks if I’m ok with what we’re doing, which I am. I’m more than ok, I am turned on by it. It’s just funny.

After we regain our composure he goes back to his lesson. A few more ice pop licks and back to the biting. We giggle again for a moment, but manage to trudge on. He finds the balance and it’s quite pleasurable. I moan, forgetting our rule. He bites a little harder as a punishment. Ugh, why did I agree to that?

It’s time to move on, so I ask him to begin nibbling his way down my belly. I open my robe a little more and let it fall away from my sides. I am now fully exposed to him and this really turns me on. I love having him look at my body. The thought of his eyes on my bare skin sends a rush of goosebumps along my belly. I so desperately want him to desire me.

He works his way down my belly kissing, nibbling and licking slowly and deliberately. I’m am so turned on I almost moan again. I stop myself, but at this point I can feel a slight trickle coming out of my vagina and running into my ass. I take a deep breath and relax again.

He gets to the top of my bikini line and I ask him to stop. He looks up at me, wanting to continue. I don’t want to stop him, God knows, but I promised to show him and if I let him go any further we aren’t going to make it. I ask him to kiss down my thighs, but not to touch my vagina, aching though it is.

He does, and working his way along my thigh he gets so close I can feel his warm skin on my clit, but he does not touch. I notice he looks at my vagina as he moves to the other side. It makes me even more excited and I feel more fluid leaking. I have feared having him this close to me, seeing this most personal part of my being, but now that he is I feel so alive. I open my legs a little more so he can look. He is moving on to my other leg, but I ask him to stop and look at my pussy. He stares for a moment and I can sense he is really excited.

“Sit back and take off your robe,” I direct.

He gets up, slowly, and nervously pulls his robe off. He doesn’t want to look at me directly for a moment. I know it’s because he is shy about it. I watch him as he sits back against the pillows across from me. I look at his cock, so hard, with a small amount of precum glistening at the tip. It’s so difficult for me not to get up and fuck him right now. It’s all I want.

Our eyes meet again. There’s no more giggling going on. Somehow the atmosphere seems so much more intense. I slide my hand down my belly and onto my vagina. “What do you call this,” I ask. I want to hear him say the words.

He hesitates for a moment “vagina”.

I’m pleased, but it’s not enough. “What else?”