Blindfolded Innocence by Alessandra Torre Page B

looked like a man who was too damn gorgeous for words.   His bare torso was that of a Roman Gladiator.   It was thick, knotted with muscles that flexed and popped when he moved.   His waist was thick and muscular, and my hands couldn't seem to stay away from his massive arms.    He pushed me back on the bed and moved, sliding down my body until his face was at my stomach.  

     
    My mind realized what he was about to do before my mouth did.   "Waaa…. Stop!"   My shrill voice caused him to raise his head and look at me.

     
    "What?"

     
    "What are you doing?"

     
    "What do you think I'm doing?"

     
    "I…err…don't do that."   As a matter of fact, no one had ever done "that" to me.   I had always been self conscious about the thought that a man would be placing his mouth on my most private part.   What if it smelled, or tasted bad?   What if I didn't like what he did?   Would he be offended if I told him to stop?   It just seemed easier to skip the act all together.   And I had never gotten any pushback about it.   Truth be told, I think college guys were as scared of the act as I was.

     
    "Don't do that, or haven't done that?"

     
    "Both."

     
    "Julia.   Trust me."   I looked down at his eyes and saw a hint of it.   The pleading look.   He really wanted to do this.   Wanted it like how I needed the earlier release.   It wasn't the power trip that I had been looking for, but it was as close as I could get right now.   I nodded mutely, closed my eyes, and steeled myself for disaster.  

     
    Brad slowly rolled down my panties until they reached my knees, and then he pulled them off.   He spread my legs and paused, breathing the scent of me and letting me feel his hot breath.   I felt so incredibly exposed, my legs open and him staring at me, my lips, that close up…   I looked at myself in a hand mirror once and had been scared to death at what I saw.   All of the different colors and shapes…   I tried to breathe normally but felt like I was about to hyperventilate.   I glanced down.   He was focused, not looking up at me.   The sight of his muscular, manly body in between my legs was erotic, and I felt my moistness grow. He leaned down and I braced myself.

     
    The first feel of his mouth on my sex startled me.   I had been expecting it, steeled for the moment, but it still surprised me.   I expected to feel a tongue - pushing and protruding.   Instead he placed his whole mouth on me, a blanket of wet hotness.   I tried to figure out how he was making the sensations I was feeling, but all thought left my head the moment he started moving his tongue.   I lost all sense of feeling except between my legs.   It was like every sensory receptacle on my body all immediately fled their post and converged "there".   A sensation similar to an itch started to grow between my legs, with a building pressure behind it.   I wrapped my legs tight around Brad's head and grabbed his hair with my hands.   From some other plane I heard my voice saying "oh fuck" over and over but I had no consciousness of speech or of how to get myself to stop.   My shyness had fled, and I knew nothing but undeniable pleasure.   He continued whatever ridiculously delicious thing he was doing with his mouth and the itch grew strong, my body twitching to keep it under control.   A wave of strong, intense sensation grew, swelling, me unable to control it.   I tucked my pelvis up, grinding my sex into his face and hearing my voice grow louder.   Holy Shit it is actually happening i am about to have an

     
    My body exploded.   I arched my back, spread my toes and felt the earth stars and moon collide.   The core of my body shattered in a feeling I can only describe as the most incredible experience of my entire life.   The itch was satisfied in the purest form of pleasure, so pure that I felt almost pain at the intensity of it.   Waves of pleasure, sweet and incredible radiated out from my sex.   I