My sensual dreams of you Chapter Five

My sensual dreams of you
Chapter Five

Without any further hesitation, you kiss my cheek and rise to get out of the bathtub. Your body again glistens with water, the candlelight dancing off your body, you are breathtaking. While I recover from your latest gift of pleasure, I get up slowly from the relaxing bath, step out of the tub after you, and reach for a towel.

Drying each other off a bit, I relay to you that I want you to go into the bedroom ahead of me and lay down on the bed. As you leave the bathroom and head off toward the scene of our next fantasy, I dry myself off and gather some supplies. I reach for an extra towel, a dry washcloth, a brush, and warm wax. I further take a bowl filled with warm water.

My arms full of the instruments, I head back to the bedroom where I find you awaiting me on the bed. Looking at me holding the brush and bowl of wax another jolt of energy and excitement shoots throughout your body. You never thought this would happen that a man would fulfill this sweet fantasy of yours. The care, time, and devotion it would take to make you feel this relaxed and to give you this satisfaction have always seemed fictional. And now, here we are, about to embark on another part of our journey, and it is about to happen. Your desires continue to be satiated. Your fantasies continue to come true.

Walking next to you, I place everything in my hands on the side of the bed on the floor. I then lay down on the bed next to you and ease my mouth down to your shoulder and kiss it gently, tracing a line up along your collarbone, up your neck, over your cheek, finding your lips, and embracing you sweetly. Our kisses have grown more enthusiastic and sensuous, with more warmth than heat; our tongues have basked in the comfort of knowing each other, talking like two old friends, licking each other tenderly.

Breaking off this short kiss, I lean over you and begin to re-apply the blindfold. I whisper to you that I want you to feel this happening to you and not simply see it. Before I lower the blindfold all the way down over your eyes, I tell you to take one last look at the patch of hair atop your pussy. You look down and see it slightly matted by the bath's water as well as your own moistness. Briefly, you try to picture what it will look like in a few minutes, but the idea is purged from your head quickly as the blindfold is lowered down completely, and fit snug around your head.

You now know it is your sense of touch and sound that will help you experience this erotic scene. Your head fills with such images of me kneeling in front of you, your legs spread wide, the warm wax, the warm water. These thoughts dance about your head, turning you on further, feeling your body tensing at just the thought of this fantasy being played out. It still seems so foreign to you, but at the same time, so close to reality.

Before I slide back down to begin our newest session, I take both of your hands and slowly bring them up over your head, and when they meet, I take both of your hands in one, hold them there, and reach over to the side for something else I have planned. Pulling out a pair of leather restraints, I affix them to your wrists, whispering to you to trust me and I will take you places you have never been. As the restraints clamp down around your wrists, you realize the insides are lined with soft, plush fur, making the restriction of your movements less hurting, enhancing the incredible anticipation which is, by now, consuming your entire body.

Moving up towards the headboard, I hook a small rope to a loop on the restraints and feed it through the frame of the headboard, securing it in place and asking you softly if you can move. After signaling you cannot, demonstrating it for me by wriggling your hands around unsuccessfully, I kneel up on the bed and take you in. Your hands held down by the restraints, your eyes covered by the blindfold, you look positively delicious. A slight grin is developing on your face as you allow yourself to feel more at ease with this new, semi-strange situation. Your thoughts once again conflicted as to whether you should relax and go with it or plead to be let go. Your first thought overcomes the second, your grin widens further, and you whisper that you are so ready for me.

At that, I slide down your body and position myself between your legs. I slowly slide one hand under your ass and pull it up off the bed, sliding the towel underneath you. Wanting to keep things neat and tidy, the towel tells you that this will be not only a very erotic experience because of the sensuality of it, but a very tender one because of the precision and care I will take it doing it fully and doing it right. With the towel spread out underneath you, I lower your ass back down to it and begin to arrange the other instruments next to me on the bed.

Taking both my hands, I place each on the inside of either thigh or slowly spread them wide. I tell you to hold them there, so I have full access to take care of the job completely. With each word and with each touch, you slip further and further away into this dream of ours. You can glimpse me there in front of you, carefully inspecting each of the tools, spreading them out on the bed, and preparing to shave that sweet, eager pussy of yours.

I hold the bowl of warm water in one hand and lightly dip my other hand into it, cupping some water and moving it over to your body, atop your clit. I then allow the water to run down over my hand and onto your clit, the rush of water and its warmth sending another bolt of lightning through your veins. This is it. The first direct action towards this heavenly experience of having a man take care of you and pamper you to the limits of your imagination. This is merely the first step towards that paradise you have only conjured in your dreams.

The next sensation you feel is the warm wax covering your pubic hair, my fingertips massaging it into your skin, covering the entire area. My fingers help spread some of the warm wax down along either side of your tender slit, meticulously coating every spot which has even one hair stemming up from it.

I take my time. My eyes inspect my work, gazing back and forth across you. As I silently nod my approval, I lower my mouth to your left thigh, kiss it softly and blow a warm breeze down over your skin.

Your body jumps at this new touch and then settles back down. I whisper to you whether you are ready for me. Your reply is a sigh and an incredibly quiet, "Yes."

With that, I take the brush in one hand, dip it into the warm wax, and bring it up to the top of your pubic area. The first touch of the wax against your skin causes you to stir yet again. Trying hard not to move too much, your hands try to pull down from the headboard and are held fast by the restraints. You are trapped, forced so deliciously to absorb your own anticipation, and pleasure and keep it inside. There is no means of letting it out. Your soft sighs and moans are the only form of expression you can give off.

Of course, at this point, with the razor taking a few more strokes, interrupted only by the splash of the brush into the warm water, you can feel the smooth silkiness of your skin. You can also feel your own wetness mixing with the water as it runs down your slit, over your puckered ass, and onto the towel beneath you. The sensation of the water flowing past your ass is another new one. With the blindfold in place, you can feel everything that is happening. The brush hairs are soft covering the hair, and rubbing up against your skin. You can feel the warmth of the wax on your skin in the places I have yet to wax.

As I clear the patch of hair above your pussy, I begin to work my way down along either side of your long, tender crack. With this change of location, my free hand now begins to join in. Here is where it becomes increasingly important to take extra particular care of yourself.

Spread your lips as needed to protect your most sensitive areas, and to ensure all the hairs are removed properly.

This progress goes on for twenty minutes. My dedication to making sure you are slick and smooth and completely free of hair is unlike any other you have ever witnessed. As I clear away one area, I cup more water and wash your skin off. This reveals whether any hairs remain. I slowly glide my fingertips over the same area, further ensuring you are shaved as close to your skin as possible.

With each passing minute and with each short, sensuous stroke of the warm wax, your body slips further and further into this sweet pleasure. My fingers dance about your pussy, not with passion as they did earlier tonight, yet with the same deliberate thought of satisfying you fully. My actions are intentional, the motion of the brush, and the assistance of my fingertips in moving your skin around as needed.

Your eyes are closed and yet you can see it all so clearly. You can feel my breath within inches of your body as my eyes glare upon you. You can feel my tender touch; you can almost feel how hard I am as I respond to pampering you. "Oh, how I do enjoy pampering you," I whisper. I want you to feel this fully, to revel at the moment, to be taken away by it.

As I splash warm water upon your pussy, clearing away as much of the wax as possible, I take the dry washcloth and blot up any remaining water, drying you off. Your pussy is now waxed and, in the shape of an upside-down pyramid. Your lips look so tender and puffed now, your clit and crack flushed with blood and glowing a deep red. Your entire body is excited tremendously, and the focal point of that excitement is evident in your tender pussy, silently calling out to me.

I ever-so-lightly run my fingertips over your clit, teasing it lightly, playing with it between my lips. I whisper to you while touching you that the job is near completion, that your pussy is so very bare and so incredibly beautiful. I tell you how appetizing it looks and asks if I can taste you. And before you can answer, I ask if you want to feel my mouth upon you, feel the coarse hairs of my five o'clock shadow against your freshly shaven pussy. With light moans, you whisper, "Yes, yes, yes."

But first, I have yet another surprise for you. I told you the job was only near completion, but not yet complete. Now that you have been waxed, your skin should be protected, and covered with some form of lotion or liquid to keep the area moist, to prevent chapping or drying of the skin.

At that consideration, I pick up the bowl of strawberries which I snuck into the room earlier when I brought in the champagne. I take two of the strawberries and place them in my right palm, holding them directly over the top of your clit. The sweet aroma hits your nose, drifting there around your nostrils for a moment and then fading away. Your senses are now heightened; you can only imagine what is to follow.

Then it happens. You hear my fist closing around the strawberries and you discern that the fruit is being squeezed in my hand. Less than a second later, you feel the first drop of strawberry juice falling upon your clit, followed by more droplets as if the heavens opened and were raining down its ambrosia exclusively on that most tender part of your body. Wringing the last piece of juice from the crushed pulp in my hands, I remove my hand, and empty the fleshy tissue into the bowl. Taking a few more strawberries I continue the same act as before until your entire pussy is covered in sweet strawberry juice.

Cleaning up my hands with the soapy water I just shaved you with, I wipe them dry and turn my attention back toward you. By now, a fair amount of the syrupy juice has seeped down along your thighs and once again trickled down around your asshole. Squirming there slightly, you are still helpless to the slowly meandering juices and only consumed by the incredible, growing anticipation that is burning deep within you.

Just when you think you would not get the pleasure of my mouth, with one quick motion, I lower my mouth down to feast upon the appetizing image in front of me. My mouth clamps tightly around your clit, and the juices spread across my lips and nose as I bury my face against you. Grinding up against your body, your hips respond to my first licks and lashes, my tongue hungrily searching you out, tasting the sweetness of your succulent snatch mixed with the salivating strawberry juice. The warmth of my body against yours caused you to convulse with pleasure, the rippling effects searing through your body. Your legs thrust together and wrap tightly around my head.
 
Your hips rise off the bed, strangling me, presenting your body for me to attack and devour with my mouth.

You can feel the prickly hairs of my face lightly scratching the newly waxed areas surrounding your pussy and the tickling sends even more shivers throughout you. Lashing and licking, my tongue lapping up its reward, loving your pussy with all that I have in me. The very tip of my tongue flicked hard across your ever-excited clit, each tantric touch sending more electricity burning inside of you.

My mouth continues to consume your hot, boiling pussy. What seems like only a moment goes on for fifteen minutes. My mouth never slowly its pursuit, finding a rhythm and feeling your entire body climb aboard, my mouth like a locomotive taking us forward to that sweetest of destinations. I lick faster and harder against your clit, the last bit of strawberries all but gone, though the scent still lingers.

Your nostrils are full of the scent of sex and strawberries. Your eyes have been closed for so long even though your sight is restricted by the blindfold. Your hands now have reached out for the headboard, holding on to it tightly, gripping it hard. Finally, you can feel the heat growing intensely, and your body lets loose its flood of furious delight, climaxing hard upon my mouth. The waves of ecstasy begin to ripple throughout you, my mouth never stopping, its hunger still not satiated.

Continuing to feast upon you for minutes beyond your orgasm, your body comes down slowly as my mouth adjusts its rhythm. My tempo is slowed, but my tongue still searches you out, licking and kissing you. Almost twenty minutes since my mouth first invaded your hot pussy, and almost an hour since I put the blindfold on you, I rise off you and find a place beside you on the bed. As if in slow motion, I remove the rope from your restraints and unhook the clasp that holds the two cuffs in place, followed by a slow removal of the blindfold.

With this newfound freedom, it takes a moment for your eyes to adjust and for you to decide what to do with your hands. Then, making your decision, you lean over towards me, put your hands on my body, feeling my warmth for the first time in what seems like ages, and you plant the hottest, wettest kiss we have enjoyed yet.

Your lips find mine; your tongue extends and licks them both, tasting the strawberries and yourself on them. The kiss lasts a few minutes in and of itself, our bodies once again melting away together.

Our hands caress each other skin and we lay back and just enjoy the lustful kiss. The kiss for you symbolizes your gratitude for helping you seek out your fantasy, explore it, and then satisfy it. For me, it is an extension of the pleasure we have already shared, and a hint of all that is still possible.

As the minutes roll by and we wind down our kiss, you pull up from me, sit up on the bed and investigate your freshly waxed pussy.

Running your fingers over it gently, I sit up to watch this sensuous scene unfolding. Your fingers find it very sticky, the remnants of such sweet pleasure still evident. They glide over it, not finding as much as a single hair anywhere in the general area. Concluding your inspection, you turn to me, smile easily at me, and whisper, "Thank you."

For now, your hunger is satiated. For now, we lie back down together and begin to drift off to sleep. For now, we can take comfort in knowing that we have become familiar with each other, that we have revealed so much of each other, and that there are still several hours before we must depart in the morning. And as you fall asleep in my arms, I glance over and notice the time is now well after 1:00 a.m. In a few hours, it will be daylight, symbolizing the end to a wondrous first night together.

And to think, I still have two more surprises to give to you. The only question left is how to introduce them.

To be continued