In the Blind (2 page)

“Enjoy.”
He squeezed her shoulder, and she sensed his presence leave the space.

A
pull on her hand forced her feet forward a couple of steps. She stopped just as
abruptly when she bumped into a hard chest—the man of the hour. This man would
touch her soon, but he wasn’t yet. He was only holding her hand. Her breasts
moved with her uneven breathing, and her nipples scraped against his chest.

Why
wasn’t he touching her? Was he nervous, too, or having second thoughts? She reached
up in curiosity to make sure he wasn’t wearing a pair of night-vision goggles,
but only found soft hair. She followed the section of hair to above his shoulder
and continued onto smooth skin and around his shoulder to his bicep thick with
muscle. Her heart thumped, and her breath quickened as moisture covered her needy
pussy.

She
breathed deeply, taking in his delicious, musky scent. Her hand wandered to his
chest and found more of the same, firm skin rounding over firm muscles. A warm
hand landed over hers and held her hand tight to his chest. A nose tickled her
ear.

“Do
you like?”

“Yes,”
she admitted.

“I’d
like to explore you now, okay?”

“Yes,
please.”

She
pushed out the breath she held and worked to breathe normally. His hand landed softly
on her cheek, fingertips caressed her chin, and then up to her temple. The
gentle touches raised a long sleeping yearning within her, and she leaned into
his touch.

His
thumb swept across her bottom lip. Curiosity wore away her reserve, and she let
her tongue reach out and taste his fingers. One digit pushed into her mouth,
and she sucked lightly, enjoying his clean taste.

The
finger left her mouth, a second of waiting, and then his mouth crushed down on
hers. His lips were firm and demanding, feeding her hunger. He ran his fingers
through her hair, and then his warm wet tongue swept through her mouth. Back
and forth, deep, then gentle, their tongues dueled. She explored more of him as
her need to know him intimately soared.

His
touch lingered around her shoulders and down her sides. When he found her ass, he
kneaded the globes. The kiss ended as abruptly as it started, leaving her
wanting.

She
heard nothing but the driving rhythm of the music, each track feeding right
into another. The current song enchanted her, and her hips swayed. No one could
see her, so there was no reason for self-conscious thoughts. The brilliance of
the club hit her with full force. It didn’t matter who she was or who he was.
Tonight, they celebrated life and the pleasures they could bring their bodies.
Everyone deserved pleasure.
Even her.

A
tug at the front of her robe led to it slipping from her shoulders. Light
touches dragged up her arms, across her collarbone, and down to cup her breast
and then the other. He swiped back and forth over her sensitive nipples.

“That
feels amazing.” Her head dropped back, and she pushed her breasts forward,
offering herself to him.

His
touch disappeared and an arm wrapped around her neck, the other under her knees
and he swept her up. Before she could wrap her arms around him, he set her on something
firm and soft. She remembered reading each room was furnished with a mattress
and fitted sheet on a simple frame. The only other thing in the room was a side
table holding a bowl full of condoms.

She’d
worried she’d get cold with no blankets to cover them. She understood now it was
a needless worry. The heat running through her body reminded her of a hot
summer day. The bed dipped slightly near her feet, and instinctively, she
spread her legs. Large, warm hands caressed her body, and her pulse leaped in an
almost syncopated rhythm. Since there was absolutely no need to be quiet, she
let a moan escape and reached for him.

Her
fingers found the curve of his shoulder first and then up to a clean-shaven
chin. She wished she could see the color of his eyes, know what he was
thinking. Did he come here often? He kissed the inside of her thigh, and all
concerns drifted away. This was a time for indulgence not analysis.

A
soft kiss landed at the apex of her thigh, followed by a tiny bite and
slathering of his warm wet tongue. Her pelvis shifted with desire and she tried
to pull him closer. He spread her pussy lips wide open, and the same warm, wet
heat stroked across her flesh and settled on her nub. He rubbed each side and
over the top before he pulled the button into his mouth.

Pleasure
swelled through her, kicking her breathing into a higher gear. Another second
more and the orgasm would pulse to life, but he let go. Her complaint fell
quiet when his fingers filled her and stroked from the inside. The blissful ripples
of an orgasm wanting to run free gathered strength. She stretched her arms
straight back, reaching for the wall, something to ground her.

She
needed to touch the man giving her pleasure like she’d never known, but once
again, he left her wanting before the orgasm broke loose. The bed shifted
slightly, and she felt his knees move beside her hips. She reached for him and
found his shoulders. Her fingers gripped them while his hand caressed along her
body to land beside her head.

“Are
you enjoying yourself?” He nipped her earlobe.

“Yes.
More,
please.” She moaned.

“My pleasure, my sweet.”

She
relaxed as his hand landed on her breast, and his mouth took hold of the other.
He pulled at her nipple, and hot pleasure shot straight to her clit. Once again,
she hovered on the edge. She expected him to let go, but his hand left her
breast and dragged down her body to stroke her folds. Two of his fingers pumped
into her, and she knew her moment of bliss was coming. His mouth left her
nipple. It beaded even tighter as cool air whispered over her wet skin.

His
fingers pushed into her wet pussy and stroked while he left a trail of kisses down
her body, the last landing on her clit. He licked it once, twice, and sucked it
into his hot mouth. An explosion of feeling rolled like waves over her body. He
continued to stroke, and new sparks rained down.

She
knew her moans were loud, but it didn’t matter. The music was louder, and she
didn’t care anyway. She’d never felt that kind of buildup before, so she didn’t
know orgasms could be that colossal. Her hands reached again far behind her
head, and she enjoyed the pulses he continued to pull from her.

“I’ll
give you one more minute and then I need to get inside you.” He caressed the
side of her face.

The
rumble of his need woke her from her heavenly state and heated her through. Her
hands roamed over his arms enjoying the ridges and planes of his muscles. She
explored his back and squeezed his butt.
“Now.
Don’t
wait. Fill me, now.”

“My pleasure.”

The
bed shifted as he moved over her and off the bed. Her arms explored her body,
meeting it anew. She couldn’t imagine how hard it would be to put a condom on in
the dark. The idea of him practicing made her giggle.

The
bed dipped, and his hand moved on the bed alongside her body, his legs between
hers. She spread her knees wide in submission. She wanted this, wanted to feel
full.

His
cock rubbed her entrance, and she moaned. He pushed in and pulled all the way out
several times. She arched her hips to gain more of him. She was rewarded when
he thrust into her, right up to her cervix. Full and stretching, she squeezed
him. Her world froze as her body quivered around his length.

“You
feel as good as you taste,” he said into her ear. He pulled out of her bit by
bit, hesitated and then slammed into her. “Are you okay?”

“Oh,
yes. That feels so good, do it again … please.” Each stroke rubbed against a
new spot,
rocketing
her to the edge.

Each
time he entered her, bliss rolled through her. She pressed her knees wider,
giving him complete freedom to claim her body, stroke after stroke. He pushed all
the way in and stopped. His only movement was his cheek caressing hers. The
tenderness of his action tore away her reserve, awakening a desire to know something,
anything more about this man who was treating her, in this moment of passion,
as a cherished woman.

He
tickled and nibbled along her jaw until he claimed her lips and pulled his cock
almost all the way out. While he took his sweet time pushing back in, his
tongue caressed hers. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him close.
His strokes built again in strength, and her body tumbled into ecstasy.

This
time, her orgasm was no less powerful, and it started anew each time he pushed
his hard cock into her. Tingles reached out to the end of each of her limbs,
and she cried out. His pumps became quicker and longer, filling her each time.
He bellowed out his pleasure and pulled out the last sparks of her orgasm.

His
movements slowed and finally he lowered his body alongside hers, and she
snuggled in tight. His arms wrapped around her, surrounding her in his heat. In
one slow breath, she took in his musky scent and the satisfied smell of their
sex. She had no desire to move. Her limbs felt loose like jelly, and a glorious
smile spread through her.

His
gentle touches roamed over her body, the curve of her hip, the tickle spot on
the side of her belly, and her tender nipples, before stroking on her pulse
point under her chin and gripping her nape.

“I
wish we had the time to do it all over again.”

“Our
time is almost up?” she asked.

“It
will be all too soon. I’d like to lie here with you in my arms for as long as I
can.”

She
pressed her hand to his chest and tried to memorize the feel and shape of him.
He explored her backside. She wanted the moment to last, and it did for a
couple more songs.

The
music stopped, and a voice rang through the speakers. “Escorts will be coming
for the ladies in two minutes.”

The
music came back, but it was altogether different. The rhythm was gentler and
the volume was considerably lower, which made it easier to talk, if you had something
to talk about. She knew she’d regret not saying anything. In this moment, she
needed him to know how he’d affected her.

“We
aren’t supposed to exchange any information, and I’ll respect that, but I’d like
to thank you for tonight. I needed this.” She caressed his cheek.

He
pulled her on top of him, and they wrapped their arms around each other. This was
nothing but a night of fantastic sex, not a moment to get choked up. His hold tightened
with such strength that she couldn’t and didn’t want to pull away.

“It’s
time to go.” A new touch stroked her shoulder, and then her robe landed across
her back.

She
lifted her head enough to give her mystery man a kiss on the cheek. Inch by
inch, she pushed herself from him and his hands fell away. He couldn’t stop her
if he wanted to, but he didn’t have to want to, she reminded herself. She
pushed at the ache trying to grow and forced her mind to remember the pleasure
and only the pleasure from this strange and perfect night.

A
moment later, she was in the locker room shielding her eyes from the bright
light. They were told to dress quickly. The men wouldn’t be allowed to leave
until all the women left the building or had made their way into the club
upstairs.

Some
of the ladies dressed quickly and left. Most, including Jane, took quick showers
in the simple, but well supplied facilities. The women talked about their
orgasms and nothing more, a perfect reminder of how to remember the evening.

Chapter Two

Jane
woke Monday morning with a new appreciation for sex and thanked her lucky stars
she’d had a day to recover. She’d spent Sunday soaking in her tub and reading a
new release from one of her favorite authors. Her muscles may no longer ache,
but the memories from Club Blind were seared in her thoughts.

She
stretched and shook her limbs in a dance of joy. She’d had sex. Not just any
old sex. Not plain Jane sex. Nope. She’d had heart-thumping, multiple orgasm, soaring
sex. She rolled around in her sheets. Just like yesterday, her thoughts from
that night were exactly how she needed to remember them.

Her
hands explored all the places he’d touched. She remembered the wicked things
he’d done to her clit. The nub woke under her fingers. Her free hand caressed
her breast and pulled the nipple. Warmth spread over her pussy and aided her
sliding fingers.

She
remembered his strong arms and the way he took control. He didn’t hesitate.
Reliving her experience would keep her fantasies going, but she wanted more.

Maybe
she should sign up for another night at Club Blind. If only they could
guarantee she’d get the same experience or the same man. No, she couldn’t go
there. Her next step was back to blind dates and eventually, maybe to Club
Voyage. A bright warning sign lit her nerves. There was a good chance she’d
compare any future lovers to her time at Club Blind.

Did
her mystery man have similar reasons for going to the club? He probably went
there all the time. Intuition told her he wasn’t a frequent visitor. Her
fingers traveled across her lips. Was she on his mind this morning? Maybe he
wanted more from her. No, she couldn’t go there. Those questions weren’t allowed.
They’d had simple, no strings attached sex. That’s it. That’s all it was.
Besides, expecting more than a man was able to give was what had broken her
heart in the first place.