Author: sexyindiangal Category: Lesbians
Standing in the doorway her eyes scan the room, flicking over the objects she had set out earlier, a small smile lifting her lips as her eyes rest on one object in particular, a soft laugh filling the silence. Nodding her head in satisfaction she turns to leave just as the doorbell sounds, racing towards the front she quickly pulls open the door, her grin growing wider as she spies her lover standing on the other side.
Her gaze lifts to the eyes of the one before her, her hand rises, the backs of her fingers brushing lightly against her lovers cheek, gently caressing the flesh she knows so well. Quickly dropping her hand she curls her fingers around one hand and tugs, leading them both inside, her other hand lifting to push the door closed behind them.
Leaning close against her lover she whispers softly… “ready for your birthday surprise baby? ” A finger lifts quickly to press against lips about to speak… “shhhh no words, just nod.” Her grin spreads wider as lips brush against her finger, the nod from her lover sending her anticipation for the nights events soaring higher.
Walking backwards, hands linked, eyes locked, she leads her lover down the hall, stopping just before the door to her bedroom. Her hand reaches out to lift the silk blindfold dangling from the handle, a grin, purely wicked, dances across her features as she lifts it higher to twirl between their faces.
A slight frown creases her lovers face, lips part in query, quickly stifled as a finger presses once more against the soft flesh, her head shaking slightly, eyes twinkling as she gently reminds …. “shhhh, surprise remember.” Still laughing softly to herself she quickly lifts the blindfold and slips it over inquiring eyes, smoothing errant curls beneath the elastic.
Taking one hand in hers she turns and opens her bedroom door, leading her blindfolded lover into the darkened room, candles flickering gently on the dresser casting soft shadows against the far wall. Slowly walking backwards she carefully guides the way to the bed, gently pressing against silk covered shoulders as she turns and eases her lover back onto the satin sheets.
Bending she swiftly dispenses with shoes and socks, hands running lightly against bare soles before carefully placing her lovers legs onto the bed, her hands sliding higher along denim clad calves. Drifting hands linger against thighs, slip higher and rest against narrow hips, fingers curling into the waistband, a soft sigh escaping her lips as the backs of her fingers brush against her lover’s flesh.
Slipping around her fingers press the button through its tight enclosure, gripping the tiny clasp, silently sliding the zipper to the base, a soft moan sounding above her head drawing her gaze. A soft shake of her head and her hand reaches up to gently tap her lovers wandering hand before it reaches the blindfold and exposes the surprise.
Hands leaving their task she turns and opens a drawer, a hand reaching inside and wrapping around the silky smooth scarves she slipped in there earlier. Gaze dropping to the body laid out on her bed, giggles slipping past soft full lips, she slides her free hand down the sun kissed arm before her. Lifting an arm to her lips, pressing a lingering kiss against the flesh before sliding it high on the bed, fingers deftly securing a wrist against the headboard before reaching for its twin and subjecting it to the same treatment.
Dropping her gaze to her lover’s face, she sees a tongue snaking out against a full lower lip, her own tongue flicking against her lip in response before she bends to drop a light kiss against the pouting lip. Quickly lifting, a giggle suppressed as a moan trembles past her lovers lips, she turns her gaze back to the unfinished task, hand dropping to peel the fabric back.
Her own moan sounds low in her throat as she glimpses the tanned flesh beneath the fabric, a nail reaching out to trail against the flesh, pressing deeper as the soft moan from above deepens into a low groan. Body writhing beneath her touch she slides her hand higher, ducking beneath the silken material of a shirt, nails teasing against quivering flesh.
Slipping her hand back out, fingers reach to grip small buttons, sliding them easily through their holes, her lips dropping to press kisses against the flesh as it is exposed inch by inch. Parting the material as the last button slips from its hole, her eyes drift over the sight before her, a low moan passing her lips as one hand drifts toward an erect nipple, finger slowly circling the hard bud…
To Be Continued…
