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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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The hands left me standing there, shaking imperceptibly, and I heard movement around me. I could tell a lamp had been tuned on and some things were being moved maybe. Then the hands returned, this time to remove my clothes item by item. Slowly, deliberately.
First my skirt, the zip pulled down and a sharp tug causing it to fall to the floor, the hands helped me step out of the cast aside garment. Next the too tight top was skillfully removed, a hidden catch at my neck found quickly and the small zip undone. The hands brushed the sides of my breasts deliciously as the top was pulled over my head, me helping by raising my arms. The hands returns to my exposed and heavy breasts, cupping them, taking their weight that large male body pressed close to me from behind. He smelled of an expensive woody scent and he was a good few inches taller, his arms enclosed me. I was completely motionless, so much so that he had to motion for my arms to be lowered. The hands turned to fingers, fingers as they circled, brushed and then squeezed my engorged nipples tenderly. Electricity, knees weak, a faint shuddering. Then nothing. But before I could adjust to the nothingness the hands again and this time removing my heeled shoes.
I stood near naked, apart my blindfold and panties.
Some more steps and movement and the the fingers again, pulling the band of my panties tightly backward, creating a pressure on my mound that caught my breath and caused me to have to adjust me feet so as not to be pulled back completely. Then the distinctive sound of scissors cutting the band in one clear motion. The knowledge of that sharp metal behind me created terror in me, I nearly shouted "stop!".
But I didn't. Instead a second cut to the other side allowed my sodden panties to be removed effortlessly.
I stood there, naked, blind and given over completely. |
