Lustly(24)

I knew it was just the two of us, and after all of the questions she’d answered I should have felt more comfortable. She’d assured me that this was for my own experience. I had to trust that she knew what she was doing, after having given so many other women and men a chance to change their lives.

A quick tug assured that my hands were secured behind my back, and I heard her heels clanking away from where I was seated. After a door shut, the room had become quiet. I sat there, not able to see anything or know what was going to happen. The door opened again, and as Ms. Cybil had requested I stayed still. I never heard high heels, or the sound of feet walking across the hard floor.

As my lips parted to ask if I was alone I felt someone touching me.

Oh my god this is really happening.

Soft fingers glided over the skin on my shoulders, followed by the person’s breath on my ear. It was enough to give me chills down both of my arms. I could feel the two hands traveling down the front of my collar bone. They traced the skin above my breasts and my nipples instantly got hard as the fingers trailed closer. They circled around the areolas, never touching my hardening tips. I’d never been touched by a woman, and didn’t know the sex of the person touching me, but I was almost sure it was a female.

Holy shit! I was not a lesbian. I didn’t agree to becoming one.

Oh my…It felt so good.

The assumption brought a surprising excitement over me. I hadn’t thought about it before, but there was something so sultry about a woman gently caressing another woman.

What had I gotten myself into?

I attempted to shuffle around, to maybe wiggle out of my blindfold and restraints, just to be able to come to grips with what was happening to my senses. I was then caught off guard when a familiar voice filled the room, from far away. “Stay still, Lily. Accept what you’re feeling. Free your mind of what you think is happening, and grasp what your body is telling you instead.” Ms. Cybil wasn’t anywhere near me, which only made me more curious as to who was touching me. The idea of it being a complete stranger made it both frightening and exciting at the same time.

Warm, wet lips rolled over one of my nipples. I bit down on my own as I felt and heard suction being applied, first with ease and then more forceful. I sensed warm air being blown on it, right after the lips were removed. Chills traveled down my leg, but I remained as still as possible.

I could hear her breathing, and tiny sounds escaping her as she played her role.

For someone that was petrified of this, I had to silently admit to myself that I was enjoying it, probably more than I was supposed to.

Fingernails glided over the skin directly under my breast, down across my abdomen. The contact made my nipples harden more, heightening the sensations in them once again. I gasped, almost moaning out loud, from just one sort of touch. My heart was racing, and I licked over my lips, wanting, no waiting, for what was to come.

When the fingernails stopped, I knew they were at the base of my *. I felt them leave, only to start again on my inner thighs. As they moved I could feel my legs being pushed apart, spread open as far as I could go. My * was exposed, and I couldn’t think of anything else than being touched there, in my most personal area.

I couldn’t stop licking my lips, and trying to keep still, while I knew that all of this was happening while Ms. Cybil watched us.

Being blindfolded made for a different type of experience. The not knowing took me to new heights and I’d yet to have been touched there.

Then, as soon as I felt those gentle hands playing with either side of my folds, someone placed a strong hold on my shoulders. Those hands started moving down over my breasts. I leaned back in the chair as I felt myself being stroked so tenderly by these two strangers. On one hand, I wanted to jump up and run out of there because I knew what I was doing was wrong. On the other, I had to admit that it felt so good. I could feel hot breath before lips touched mine. The kiss was full of tongue and the whiskers rubbing over my cheeks let me know that at least one of the participants was a man. His kisses weren’t aggressive like Charlie’s usually were, and they certainly weren’t like Eli’s. This man kissed me slowly, passionately, as if we had all of the time in the world. He kissed me like we were all alone, and his intent was to please only me.

Just as fast as it started he pulled away and turned my head to the side. His lips traced the nape of my neck, while someone else began rubbing my clit. I bucked in my seat, unable to comprehend the fact that I was going through with this and enjoying it when I’d promised myself that I wouldn’t. The harder they rubbed the more my body responded, almost unable to sit there without shaking.

My first orgasm came quickly and the room got quiet.

I couldn’t hear either of the people around me, and without being able to free my hands and lift the blindfold, I wasn’t sure what was going to happen.

“Did it feel good, Lily?” Ms. Cybil’s voice filled the room again.

I nodded, unable to admit it out loud.

“That was just the beginning, love. Catch your breath and prepare to be satisfied beyond your belief.”

Her words, so scary yet so exciting, only heightened my experience more. I’d already climaxed and she was telling me that something even better was going to happen.

I could hear the vibration of something and it was getting closer. Suddenly my hands were being untied from behind the chair. Instinctively I reached up to remove my blindfold, but was grabbed before I could get to it.