The Surprise

Heather and John stood for a moment outside the door to John’s apartment.  They had been dating for a few months and had just returned from seeing an early movie.  On the ride back, Jill had sensed that John was distracted, perhaps he just hadn’t liked the movie.  The walk in from the parking lot, he’d been quite, and now she was wondering if he was going to say something like things weren’t working out, which wasn’t how she felt about things at all.

He fidgeted a bit as he said, “So, I have a uh, a little surprise sort of planned for the rest of the night.” 

Well, a surprise sounded much better than what she’d been worrying about him say, “Oh? What sort of surprise?”

In hindsight, she would think it was rather cute how he fidgeted as he asked, “Will you trust me on something?”

With a little smile, “Uhm, well, that sort of question, makes a gal, you know, pretty nervous.” 

“Would you mind, putting this on?” he asked as he pulled a blindfold out of his pocket.  “Don’t want to ruin the surprise.”

Her eyes darted up and down the otherwise empty hallway and settled on the blindfold, “Wow, you really do have something planned, don’t you?”

“Yes, and I think, I hope, you’ll enjoy it.” 

With a little apprehension she took the blindfold and put it on, “This is a little.. well, different.” 

He looked at her for a moment, dressed in a loose fitting, button up blouse and matching light tan shorts.  Nice, comfortable clothing for the hot weather outside.  He couldn’t help but smile.

“John, can we, you know, go in?  Before someone else comes home…” 

As she said that, the elevator at the end of the hall dinged.  John laughed a little as he quickly unlocked the door and guided her inside as the elevator door opened.  Her apprehension mixing with twinges of embarrassment, did whoever was in the elevator see her? 

She started to reach up to take off the blindfold and John stopped her, “No, not yet.  It’s uh, a little move involved.  Just give me a minute, ok?”

Deciding to humor him a little longer, he’d clearly done some planning and she was growing more and more curious as to just what he had in mind.  As she heard him move about the apartment, the soft scent of lavender reached her. 

“John, are you, are those scented candles?  I love lavender.”

“I know.  There might be a few candles here and there.”  She could hear the smile in his voice,

“Perhaps a sort of clue to the surprise.”

“Oh, I see.”  And she felt the first little twinge of excitement.  They’d been out on several dates and had done a bit of fooling around, but nothing too serious.  It seemed he’d decided it was time to up things in that department and she was willing to find out just what he had in mind, provide it wasn’t anything too far out of line.

She felt him return to her and take her hands, “Walk, slowly, ok?” 

He guided her through the apartment; he must have been walking backwards with each of his hands holding one of hers.  It seemed a very long walk to her, with her short shuffle steps, the way people do when they can’t see.  Through the living room area they went and down the hallway with a right turn into another room.

Coyly she asked, “John, you aren’t leading me to your bedroom, are you?”

“It’s very possible, do you object.”

The scents of lavender were stronger her and she smiled, “Well, no, not yet.  But I reserve the right to veto.”

“Of course.”

“Can I take this off yet?”

“Soon enough.  Just a little more, ok?”

She smiled, but her curiosity was really starting to get the better of her.  What was it he didn’t want to see? 

Her musing thoughts were drive a way as he led her further into the room.  No words, his hands lightly squeezing, pushing or pulling to give her clues on how to move.  He had her turn around and take a few short steps backwards.  Her twinge excitement growing as she realized he was stand right in front of her, so close their bodies were almost touching.  And he kissed her, lightly, softly on the lips.

“Thank you.”

She felt a bit of  blushes, “Why.. are you thanking me?” The kiss left a tingle on her lips, the surprise of it she liked a lot.

“You’re trusting me.  I really do appreciate that. I truly hope you enjoy.”

He kissed her again, before she could reply.  This time long, his hands cupping her face, holding them together.  She felt a bit a loss, loving the kiss, but also unsure just what she should do.  He seemed to have a plan and, so far, she rather enjoyed the plan.  She decided to just go with his plan and see where it lead.

As they kissed, his hands fell away from her face and his head dipped, licking and kissing the slope of her neck and shoulder.  Softly she moaned, a favorite spot of hers.  Her hands grasped to his hips, partly to hold herself still as she enjoyed the nibble at her neck.

She almost didn’t notice his fingers working at the buttons of her blouse, starting at the top most one.  Her voice soft, almost sultry, “Going to take a few liberties are you?”

He softly shushed her, his lips next to her ear, “You can always veto, but I hope you don’t.”

His fingers undid the first button and, before she could formulate a reply, he was kissing her chest, just where the button would have been.  The next button came undone, and another kiss, this one between her breasts.  The rest of the buttons came apart and a kiss followed each one, with the last just below at the waist band of her skirt. 

For a moment she stood there, shirt undone, but still on her and she opened her mouth, but he pressed finger to her lips.  “Shhh, just, let your mind go blank.  Just enjoy.” 

His hands pushed the blouse off her shoulders and it fell to the floor.  She felt a rush or excitement of sexual energy at how he was doing this.  At the plan he’d concocted. 

He kissed her again, long and deep.  His body pushing fully against hers and his hands encircled her waist, caressing her back.  They kissed for a long while and she could easily feel his wanting of her, her own for him growing steadily.

As the kissing finally paused, she felt his fingers undoing the clasps of her bra.  One by one the hooks were undone.  With each one, he kissed her forehead.  She smiled, wanting to talk, wanting to see, wanting so many things, but she’d decided to commit to his plan, to his surprise – which, she didn’t really think, was much of a surprise anymore. 

First he pushed the strap off her left shoulder and kissed where it had been, biting lightly.  Then the right with another kiss and bite.  And.. she was topless in front of him.  She moaned softly as he rubbed her hard nipples with the palms of his hands.  She leaned towards him, to kiss him, but he face wasn’t there.  His fingers pinched lightly at her nipples and she moaned again, her body twisting a bit.  She wanted to kiss him.  Desperately to kiss him.   

Her hands, which she had nearly forgotten she’d had, reached for him, sliding up his body until they cupped his face and she pulled him to face for a long, deep passionate kiss.  Her hands squeezed his face, holding him tight to her lips as his hands caressed and toyed with her breasts.

As the kiss broke he said, to her surprise, “Time for phase two, sit down…” 

Tentative she lowered herself somewhat unsure just what was behind her to sit on, but it was, of course, the bed.  “How many phases are there?”

“Three.”

“Mmmm, well, the first has been… pretty interesting.”

“Might you say surprising?”

“Yes, very much so.”

He sat next to her on the bed, hand brushing her hair off her shoulder. His tongue lapping lightly at her shoulder.  She sighed and he nibbled.  His hands sliding to and fro on her body, sometimes cupping and squeezing her breasts and others just tracing patters on her sides, her back, her belly.  Now and then, the fingers grazing the waist of her skirt, planting the seed of wanting to dip beneath it.

His lips again next to her ear, “I’ve wanted to do this since I first saw you.”  He paused, kissing the lobe of her ear, then her temple, “I’ve imagined what you’d look like, sound like, taste like…”  more kisses, to her ear, her neck.  She moaned, both from his words and his fingers, rolling her nipples.  Small kisses form her shoulder down, across her collarbone, to between her breasts.  She realized he’d moved, off the bed and was now between her legs.  Standing she thought, leaning down to kiss each of her breasts.  Left then right.. then left and then right.  Back and forth.  Her hands couldn’t help but grasp his head, rubbing his hair. 

“I like phase two.” She said.

“So do I.”

She swallows as she felt him move, now clearly kneeling between her legs.  His face even with her breasts.  He continued to kiss them, to suck on her breasts.  Now and then blowing cool air on her now wet, tingling skin. 

At the start of this, she had thought, as long as she doesn’t too far – meaning she hadn’t be so sure she wanted to have sex, but that thought was gone.  She wanted him.  She had no idea how long all of this had taken, but he sex was wet, tingling.  She no longer had any thoughts of protesting or vetoing when he made his move for sex. 

She lost herself for a moment, enjoying the attention being lavished on her body. 

She couldn’t help but smile as his hands slide up her legs, on her inner thighs.  His fingers dipping under the fabric the shorts, just barely grazing her panties.  The muscles of her legs flexed and she moaned, more to let him know she wanted more.  But he didn’t do more, two or three more times, he’d tease her, fingers sliding up her leg, fingers just grazing the dampening panties and pulling back out.

After one, long harder than the others bite to her nipple, hard enough to make her twist and grunt, his fingers finally, from her point of view, undid the button of her shorts. 

He left her aching nipple, kissing down her belly to place a long, lingering kiss at her waist were the button had been.  Bit by bit he pulled down the zipper, kissing all along the way. 

He could smell her sex, her wanting.  And he smiled, “I think it’s time for phase three.”

“Yes.  Please…” she replied, very much wanting him.

Betraying his own wanting, he quickly pulled her shorts and panties down her legs and off. 

“Heather, I want you to lay back, enjoy.”

“Yes…” was all she thought to say as she laid back on the bed. 

She felt a finger, just one finger, slide up and down the wet lips of her sex and she knew his face was inches from her, staring right at her nakedness.  Her hips shifted and squirmed as he toyed with her lips, until he finally parted them.  It came to rest upon her itching, wanting clit and pressed, rubbing in a slow circle.. around and around and around.

He spoke softly, lust clearly in his voice, “I could do this for an hour…”

“Oh… I don’t know… If I could…”

Kissing at her inner thighs, licking at the folders of her sex, “I think I might…” His finger still doing the same slow circle around her increasingly sensitive nub. 

She twisted on the bed, “No, I might.. have to kill you if you do…”

“Shhh, no killing… enjoy.” 

Around and around and around his finger went.  Slow circles. 

He watched as she got wetter.  Her legs would twitch.  Her hips flex, trying to get more pressure or him to move faster.  From between her legs, he looked up at her as her head rocked from side to side.  Her face, perfectly framed, from his vantage point between her breasts, was flushed, her mouth open.

Around and around and around his finger went. Slow circles.

“You’re so lovely.  You’ve no idea…”

She moaned in reply, it was all she could do.  She was lost inside her mind, the continuous stimulation of her most sensitive of parts filling her mind. 

He started to blow cool air on her overheating sex.  She moaned.  She squirmed.  His head rested on her thigh, face just inches from her sex.  Her scent all he could smell.  He watched as her juices grew and then he licked, tasting her for the first time. 

She groaned loudly, “More…”

But his finger kept the same slow circling pace and she started to whimper, “Please.. more..”

He licked her again, tongue parting her lips, from the bottom of her sex to the just below his tormenting finger. He savored the taste, making something of show moaning himself and then loudly smacking his lips like he was having a fantastic meal. 

Finally, his finger stopped and she groaned in disappointment at the end of the stimulation.  How long had it been?  A few minutes? 10 minutes?  Longer? She had no idea, time was lost on her.  But she wanted an orgasm dearly. 

“Please…” she softly begged. 

“Would you like me suck on your clit?”

“Oh.. yes…”

“Thrust a finger, maybe two inside you as I do?”

“Oh..” a whimper all she really managed.

“Maybe just more circling?”          

Her head rocked form side to side, “No, no, more…”

His hands pushed her legs wide open, not that she wasn’t fully exposed to him before, but the act just made her feel all hotter, all the more desperate for him to take her. 

“Give me your hand…”

She hesitated, confused by the request at first.  Why her hand?  But her right hand came to rest up on her hip.  With an impish grin, he guided her hand to her sex.  And she felt a huge rush of a mix of emotions.  He wanted her to stimulate herself as he watched.  She’d never done that in front of someone.  It struck her as dirty, as embarrassing, as something she couldn’t resist not doing at this point.           

Her fingers pressed her own button, rubbing it with more force, more speed than he had.  As she did, he slide a finger inside her and started to move it in and out.  Each in farther than the last. 

As he knew it would be by now, her sex was hot.  Tight.  Gripping his finger, wanting to squeeze it. 

Her panting breathing grew faster and faster.  Her orgasm coming near.  Her hand rubbing herself faster, his finger fucking her faster. 

To her surprise, he suddenly stopped her hand, pushing it away.  She was about to protest when his mouth clamped to her sex sucking her most delicate of flesh into his mouth.  His tongue licking, swirling madly around it.  His single finger joined by a second, pushing deeply, firmly inside her sex. 

Her orgasm, which hadn’t been all that far off was very quickly upon her.  He felt the tight, constrictions around his fingers.  He turned them and crooked the fingers upwards, toward the roof of her vagina, pressing to the small mass of soft, spongy tissue – pressing the delicate spot.

As she came, her voice loudly filling the room with groans, moans, and random words, he kept up sucking at her clit, fingers deep inside her sex pressing on her G-spot. 

Her legs snapped around his head, fixing him in place as she twisted and turned on the bed.  Her legs shaking.  Her whole body
shaking. 

Juices flowing, gushing from her.

As best he could, he watched her face.  He saw how flushed her chest was.  How red her face was.  How she tried to form words, but failed. 

Even as the first massive waves of her orgasm passed, he didn’t stop or slow.

It seemed an hour to her.

When he finally stopped, she was exhausted.  Body slack up on the bed.  He went back to a finger slowly circling her now throbbing clit.  It made her body twitch now and then. 

After a long pause, he asked, “Are you surprised?”          

“Oh.. god.. yes.”

Grinning, he climbed on to the bed next to her and pulled the blindfold off.  Even though the room was dimly lit, she had to blink a few times.  He brushed her hair out of her eyes and kissed her.  She smiled after the kiss.

“If this surprise was ok, I was, sort of toying with another one for next weekend.  Do you think, you might, trust me enough to try another one?”

Instead of speaking her reply, her hand reached over and pulled at the button to his shorts, undoing them….....