Storymania - The Blindfold by Danny I. Spitler

The Blindfold
Danny I. Spitler

He tried to keep his breathing steady but his heartbeat was accelerated, and he could feel his body’s need for extra oxygen. In all of his 45 years he had never experienced anything like this. He had never even dreamed of experiencing anything like this. He suddenly thought of a few of his older, conservative friends, and he smiled as he thought of how shocked they would be to know what he was doing. In all of his travels throughout the world and checking into hundreds of hotel rooms, none had given him the rush that he had received when he had slipped his key into the door of Room 1206 and walked into the darkened suite.

He walked to the telephone, dialed 9 for an outside line and punched in the number that he had memorized several weeks earlier. The soft voice said “Hello”, and he said simply “Room 1206”. He could hear the smile in her voice as she simply said, “One hour, Hon”.

He had an hour to prepare, but in less than 30 minutes he had showered and shaved and slipped into his robe. Now he had nothing to do but wait. He tried to watch TV, but found nothing on any of the channels that could divert his attention or help him relax. Several times during that 30 minutes he felt the urge to jump back into his clothes and make a dash for his car. But the urge past quickly. He had waited too long for this night. She had made it too irresistible to miss.

For the 29th time in 29 minutes he glanced at the clock. For the 10th time he stared at the telephone beside the bed. As the display on the clock flipped to exactly 6:00 the phone rang once.....and only once. That was the signal. She was in the lobby. His heart began to race again as he followed the last of her instructions. He walked to the door of the hotel room and opened it ever so slightly. Just enough to that she would not need a key to get in. He turned out all the lights and walked back to the king size bed where he lit a candle on both of the nightstands. He pulled back all the covers, pulled his robe tightly around him and stretched out on the bed, lying on his back as instructed. One last detail and he would be ready. He reached into the pocket of his robe, removed the blindfold and slipped it over his eyes. Darkness enveloped him and again he felt his heart racing.

The next two minutes felt like hours as he strained to hear any sound. Then he heard it. The sound of the door opening. Then there was no sound, but he knew she was there. He thought that he could hear her moving toward him, but it was more a feeling. Then an ever so slight scent of perfume began to fill his nostrils. He knew she had quietly moved across the room and was standing right beside him. After all the weeks of exchanging e-mail, all the on line conversations, all the late night phone calls, now... finally.... she was within reach. They had not discussed what would happen now. They had planned everything up until this moment, but now he did not know what to do next. He wondered if she would tell him. He wondered if she would speak at all.

Several seconds went by and he could almost feel her eyes. She was staring at him. Running her eyes over him from head to toe. He hoped she wasn’t disappointed at the real life product. He suddenly had this fear that she would quietly slip out of the room and he would never hear from her again. But as soon as that thought hit him, he felt her warm breath next to his ear, and she whispered, “sit up on the edge of the bed.” He sat up slowly and swung his legs over the side of the bed and raised up into a sitting position. He felt her hands softly touching his knees and she gently pushed his legs apart slightly and moved her body between his legs so that she was standing right in front of him. Again he felt warm breath next to his ear and heard the words, “give me your hands.” He lifted his arms and she took each of his hands in hers. She guided his hands upward to the base of her neck and placed them against the top button of her blouse. He understood. It took him a second to awkwardly slip the button through the buttonhole. She was holding his wrists, and she lowered his hands to the second button. Slowly she allowed him to work his way down the front of the blouse. She must have pulled the shirttail out of her skirt as she had entered the room because as he finished the last button, the blouse fell open.

Next she guided his hands to her throat and then slipped them under the blouse and onto each of her shoulders. She pushed his hands outward. He felt the blouse slip off her shoulders, and he heard the sound of it fluttering to the soft carpet. He let his hands move slowly down her arms until they reached her hands. She took his hands in hers and guided them around her waist to her back where his fingers found the zipper of her skirt. He grasped the top of her skirt with the thumb and forefinger of his left hand while his right hand pulled at the zipper, and it slowly descended. Without any guidance he moved his hands to her sides and pushed the skirt down over her hips. Once again he heard the soft sound of a garment falling onto the carpet. He was aching to yank off the blindfold and feast his eyes on her body, but he had promised her that only she would decide when it would be removed. She knew what he was thinking. She could feel his desire, and she knew how badly he wanted to see her, but she was savoring every moment and, despite her own rising desire to go faster, she force herself to match his restraint.

When the skirt had dropped to the floor he found his hands resting on the outside of her bare thighs. He knew that they would be taut and he tried to visualize her shapely legs. She stood perfectly still and let him slowly explore the sides of her legs. He moved his hands up over her hips and let them follow the soft curve to her small waistline. He placed one hand on her firm stomach and brushed it with the back of his hand. As he did this she slowly turned around. As he traced over the sides of her hips again his fingers crossed a very narrow piece of fabric, and he knew that she must be wearing a very tiny pair of bikini panties. She again took his hands in hers, guided them up the sides of her slim body, and brought them to rest near the hooks of her bra. He fumbled momentarily, but then recovered as he unhooked the lacy garment. He then let his hands move up her back and over her shoulders, and he heard the sound of another garment falling to the carpet. She turned around and faced him while she guided his hands to the sides of her hips. She knew how badly he wanted to pull her to him and bury his face in her softness so she placed her hands on his shoulders to ease the temptation.

She leaned forward and whispered in his ear, “Only one thing left.” She straightened up and felt his hands tug at the sides of the tiny panties. He did not think that he could endure another moment in the blindfold as the tiny garment fell to her ankles, and she stepped out of them, but he was determined to keep his pledge. Still he prayed that she would let him remove it. She took his hands in hers, and, as she stepped back slightly, she whispered, “Stand up.” His legs went weak and almost buckled as he rose to his feet. When he was standing she lowered his hands to his sides and released them. He felt her hands touch the cord of his robe and pull firmly on the bowknot he had tied earlier. He felt the robe open and her hands move to his chest. This was the first time he had felt her touch any part of him, except his hands, and her touch was like a flame. Very slowly she moved her hands to his throat and then to his shoulders widening the opening in the front of his robe and then slipping it off his shoulders and letting it fall to the carpet to join her clothes. He knew that her eyes were moving down his body and could almost feel her smile as she received a visual confirmation of the effect she was having on him. Her own desire leaped at the sight of him standing before her and she knew that this part of the game was about to end.

She removed her hands from his body and whispered, “Don’t move.” She stepped to her left and slipped past him onto the bed. She lay down on her back and stretched out completely, she gazed down at her body and was sure he would like what he saw. The candlelight caused flickering shadows across her naked torso. She turned on her side, propped her head onto her elbow and gazed at his back. Then she whispered, “Turn around.” As instructed, he turned very slowly until he knew they were facing each other and again he felt her smiling as she gazed at him.

After a moment she whispered. “Wouldn’t you like to take off that blindfold?”