The Surprise

She pulled into the driveway. It had been a long day. Longer still because he hadn’t remembered. Turning off the car, she sighed. He had always been so attentive. So thoughtful. How could he have forgotten? She leaned against the steering wheel, remembering their first conversation.

It had been a year since they began talking. At first, she remembered wondering who this man was …. what he was. He seemed such an enigma. Being so stoic at first, then quickly warming to her. He had caught her off-guard, and for a year had continued to do so. But today, just when she thought she knew how he would acknowledge their relationship, she was realizing just how much she had come to depend on his attentions. How important they, and he, had become in her life.

She stepped out of the car, and mentally evaluated herself. No, she was no Barbie. She didn’t dress to the nines every day. She thought herself attractive enough, but despite all the workouts, there were a myriad of things she would change about herself if she only could. In his presence, however, all those things melted away: she had felt like the most beautiful thing on two legs.

It had been such a long time since she’d felt remotely like a woman, much less a sensuous, attractive one. Now she wondered if her penchant for the ordinary …. her love of comfort, of home, of chaos … had somehow threatened their budding relationship. She wondered if the fact that she was not the girly-girl he had said he usually preferred was becoming a wedge. She had hoped their differences would be enhancements, but she felt all the old self-doubts began to creep in as she locked the car door and headed into the house.

Odd. The animals didn’t greet her. A faint odor of seafood and garlic wafted through the house. She paused at the front door … wondering. She glanced around the room, and a large white envelope on the mantel caught her eye. She approached and noticed that it was sitting atop a silk scarf. Her curiosity urged her to open the envelope. Inside, she found a simple, hand-written note: “Put the scarf over your eyes and tie it tight. Don’t say a word. This is to be an ultimate lesson in trust.” She stood there and looked around the room. Nothing seemed amiss. With a shrug, she lifted the scarf to her face and tied it snugly, covering her lovely blue eyes.

Immediately, she felt a presence in the room. He eased up behind her, touching her shoulder. She jumped and turned toward him but his hand on the back of her neck stopped her. Whispering into her ear, he said, “Shhhh. Take my hand and follow me.”

He laced his fingers in hers and guided her into the dining room. His hand went to the small of her back as he directed her to sit in the chair he already had pulled away from the table. She looked up in what she thought to be his direction.

“How did y …” but his hand gently silenced her question.

Leaning close, his warm breath on her neck, he whispered as he nuzzled her ear, “Just trust me”. She felt him sit in a chair beside her …. the distinct aroma of her favorite pasta wafting to her nose.

“Here … open your mouth”, he said, as she felt a fork touch her lips. The warm creaminess of the shrimp alfredo filled her mouth. He brushed the sauce from the corner of her mouth with a napkin and leaned to kiss her. He fed her, then placed a wineglass into her hand. She drank the delicate liquid … allowing it to warm her throat. He knew all of her favorites, and this wine was no exception. After a few minutes, she motioned that she had enough and he rose and took her hand again, beckoning her to rise and follow him.

Leading her into the bedroom, he closed the door. The soft scent of lavender filled her nose, and she was immediately aware of candles and soft music. He stopped her in the middle of the room and, standing against her back, ran his hands from her shoulders down her arms.

He kissed her neck and then whispered, “I know you thought that I had forgotten this day. However, I wanted it to be more memorable than any day we have spent together. Now, as we are about to step to a new level, I am asking you to submit. Freely and completely. I can promise you that you will not be disappointed, and that you will be completely satisfied, but you will be completely out of control of the chain of events. All you will be allowed to do is feel. Before we begin, though, I am giving you the opportunity to stop all of this right here, right now. Just say the word.”

He stepped back and slowly began to circle in front of her, watching her face and waiting for her response.

“Please,” she said, her voice barely audible. “Continue.”

“I will do as m’lady requests, as long as she understands that from this point on, there is no stopping what is to come. The only protests you can make is if something is not pleasurable ….. and I don’t expect to hear any protest of that nature coming from your lips.”

Quietly she replied, “I understand”.

He raised his hands and touched her face, pulling her gently toward him. Her hands instinctively gripped his forearms and her mouth opened slightly in anticipation of his mouth upon hers. She was immediately rewarded by the softness of the kiss, his tongue brushing lightly against her lips. His hands slid from her face into her soft hair as the kiss gained passion. He was careful not to move the blindfold, however. He liked the knowledge that one of her senses was blocked.

His mouth found her earlobe as his hands found the hem of her sweater. He knew the next few events would be the ultimate test of her trust in him. Gently he stepped away from her, pulling the sweater with him. She did not protest as the sweater glided over her head and fell to the floor in a heap.

He stepped toward her again, stroking her now-bare shoulders. He felt her tremble under his touch, but she did not step away – – normally she would. His hand went to her breasts …. stroking them.

“I ….. I ….” she began to protest as her self-consciousness rose.

“Shhh …. it’s okay” he reassured her as he reached around to uncouple her brassiere and pulled it from her shoulders. He tossed it into the pile that was her sweater. His hands slid down her body to cup her heavy breasts as he brought his mouth to her nipple, teasing it to fullness with his tongue.

“Ohhhhhhh” she moaned ….. he knew she loved having her breasts suckled, so he lingered for a moment, nibbling carefully at the engorged nipples.

Suddenly, he stepped away. Her breath caught in her throat ….. her first reaction was fear. Had he seen her and been repulsed?? Was she not what he wanted?? Her mind reeled with self-doubt as she stood, shivering and half-naked, in the middle of the room. She crossed her arms over her breasts and trembled. She could only make out faint rustling sounds. Just as she was near protest, she felt him come up behind her, his arms encircling her. She pressed back against him, realizing only at that moment that he had stepped away to disrobe.

His bare chest now pressed against her back and he began to wetly kiss the back of her neck and across her shoulders. That always drew gasps from her, he knew. It drove her to near madness. He kept alternating between breathing hotly against her skin and kissing down her back until she was squirming with delight, growing weak in the knees. When she neared the point of fainting, he stopped and guided her to sit on the side of the bed.

He knelt at her feet, removing her shoes and socks, and then beckoned her to stand so that he could remove the remainder of her clothing. Stepping back, he admired her …. completely naked in front of him for the first time without her diving for the covers. She tried to cover herself with her arms, suddenly feeling very vulnerable; knowing in the light he could surely see everything she had always feared that he would see.

He took her hands in his and pulled her into an embrace. “Don’t you know how beautiful you are??” he whispered. “I know you think you have all these flaws, but they aren’t important. What is important is that I want to be with you, and you want to be with me. Just relax. I am still here, and I am not going anywhere ….. not tonight, not for a long time to come. I want you to feel nothing but pleasure. You have nothing to fear.” He felt her body melt into his as his hands began to massage her back.

“Lie down” he said.

She felt for the bed, and lay down. “Over on your stomach, m’lady”, he cajoled, tugging at her shoulder. Rolling over, she felt him raise her arms above her head and move to straddle her hips. She heard his hands rub gently together and then felt their warm oiliness touch her. She jumped at the electricity of his touch, but began to immediately relax into the massage.

He worked his way down her back, paying special attention to her tense shoulders. When he worked her triceps, he leaned over her, kissing her shoulders and neck hotly, knowing full well how this would affect her ardor. She could feel him, hot and hard, against her back and longed for him to fill her. He began to slide his cock back and forth between her buttocks, teasing her, knowing that she felt him and wanted him. His mouth trailed down her back to her buttocks, as he positioned himself between her legs. He then gently lifted her hips and put his mouth to her.

“AHHHHH!” she gasped with the sudden intrusion of his tongue, instantly becoming wet.

He slid his tongue between her lips, searching for the perfect rhythm. Her hips leaned back onto him, his mouth found her clit and sucked it eagerly into his mouth. He drank of her juices, licking them as they rolled out of her. He teased her clit with his tongue until it swelled with passion. Her spasms caused her to fall forward, and he rolled her onto her back, spreading her thighs with his hands. He slipped two fingers gently into her, finding her G-spot. He began to stroke it incessantly, nibbling lightly at her clit.

She arched her back, riding the waves of orgasm, and he raised his face to watch as she flushed. A fine sheen of perspiration appeared across her body. He removed his fingers, wet with her juices, and held them to her lips.