(A story that started spontaniously, derived from a night a long time ago, when I was waiting for my love to come home, a pampering prepared. As always, I'd love to hear your feedback, comments and thoughts. More parts will follow as the story develops. Feel free to incorporate it in one of your personal rp's,
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“One morning the doorbell rings and as you open the door, a man in a black suit, black driver's hat, gloves and shiny shoes stands waiting patiently. “Are you mrs Wings? Angel Wings?” As you answer you are, he hands you a black velvet envelop, tied with a silver silk string, bows and walks away. Surprised you look at the envelope and in wonder you close the door thoughtlessly, walking into the kitchen.
In the bright morning sun, you open the envelope and find a sheeth of paper, black, thick like parchment, the text hand written in silver letters:
“Angel,
expect a limosine tonight at 8 pm. It will take you to a location where a surprise is waiting for you.
D.
P.S. High heels, black stockings and a little black dress would be the right attire.”
You look at the letter several times, turn it around and read it over and over again. 'A location where a surprise is waiting.. A limo? Hmm, maybe I should get dressed.. Quickly you hop into the shower and then go into your bedroom to choose the right dress and shoes. Opening your drawer with lingerie, you decide on a black string, heavily laced with little pink flowers and a matching bra. As you finish your make up and apply some perfume, the doorbell rings. You look at the clock: 8 pm sharp.
With a flutter in your stomach you walk down to the door and open it, the same man that delivered the envelope is waiting again, bowing and inviting you to the limo where the door is left open. Quickly you grab your purse and click towards the limo on your high heels. The driver walks just in front of you and offers you his arm to help you inside. As you find a comfortable spot on the luscious leather couch, the door closes and a soft humm betrays the engine's started. Slowly the car drives away and as you look around, you see a small bar with a glass and an open bottle of champagne. A small card is left underneath the glass and curiously you open it.
“Sweet Angel,
please enjoy the trip. It won't be long before you arrive. A toast to the surprise. Enjoy the champagne
D.”
You pour yourself a glass and start sipping as soft music is played in the back ground. The smooth ride of the car makes you loose all direction and soon you give up trying to determine where you are. When your glass is half empty, suddenly the car slows down, coming almost to a halt and drives up a small slope before leveling off and stopping. The door is opened and a faint light falls through the door. “Mrs Wings, you have arrived at your destination. Please, just go through the door.” As you get out of the car, your skirt sliding up, showing your gorgeous thighs, you see a long dark corridor with a rectangular shape at the end, unable to see what is behind it. You slowly start walking towards it when you find out after a few steps the car is moving and driving away. You turn and hesitate, then decide to go on.
As you near the door, your cheeks blush and you shiver, your stomach fluttering with nerves and tention. As you come closer, a faint light is seen, the minimalistic interior of a large hall is shown. As you peek in, your hand resting on the frame of the door, you see a dark marble peddestal, lighted with just a single spot. Something black lays on top of it, but the shape is too distorted to see what it is. Hesitantly you step inside, seeing marble pillars to the side, a few small steps leading down in what looks vaguely like an arena. As you come closer to the pedestal, you recognize the black shape as a blindfold, silk with velvet ties, thick and padded. Again a little card is there and as you open it, you recognize the hand writing is silver.
“Sweet Angel,
you have come this far, I dare you to take the next step. Put on the blindfold and let happen what will happen. I assure you, you are in safe ‘hands’
D.”
You stare at the card for a moent or two, then lay it back on the peddestall. Your fingers caress the soft fabric of the blindfold, the bands entangling in them as you hesitantly pick it up in your hands. With trembling fingers you lay the pads over your eyes and bring the bands to the back of your head. Fumbling them around, you manage to tie them in the second try, your breathing fast as the tention inside you rises. A click sounds and the spot is turned off, the heat of it on your skin suddenly disappearing.
A rustle is heard, coming from all sides. Soft feet moving slowly and carefully closer, the soft whisper of bodies through the air, the scent of men suddenly titulating your nostrils. A hand is placed on your right upper arm, warm and gentle, coverd by a glove, soft as silk. After an intital shock, you relax as the hand doesn’t move, just lays there idle. As you catch your breath, a second hand is placed on you, this time on your left forearm. Then one touches your shoulder, one on your hip, one on your thigh, then the other side until you can’t decide how many gloved hands are touching your skin. As fingers surround every inch of your sides, you are tilted backwards, lifted and held floating in the air.
A soft rush of cooler air washes through the room as you feel yourself start to move. Enclosed by all these hands and fingers, without vision you feel capsuled, struggling with the happening events, the tention and anticipation keeping you from relaxing. You feel a change in temperature and you stop moving. The room becomes silent and slowly you feel yourself lowered down and carefull laid onto a soft bed. As your fingers start to search for the edge, you find out quickly it is very narrow. Laying still, not knowing how high you are, your stretch your legs and close them tightly.
The hands laying idly on your body now start to move. First just the fingertips of one hand start caressing your skin, then another hand follows, and another and another, all following the same rythm, all following the same movements at exactly the same time. Slowly your body starts vibrating with the rythm of the fingers, your breath getting slow and regular, in sync with the fingers.
Then one hand slides over your stomach in slow gentle circles. You squint for a second and the hand lays still. As you relax again, the hand starts moving, easing the fingers into your body, gently drawing small circles over your stomach. A second hand starts sliding, over your neck to your shoulders and back, and another slides up and down your calfs, fingers only barely touching you skin. Soon all hands follow and your body is covered with crawling, circling and caressing hands. Your breasts are massaged, your legs and inner thighs, your stomach and neck, your face and your fingers.
Then a few hands stop, sliding underneath your body and slowly lifting you up, other hands slide under your body and find the zipper of your dress, pulling it down as more hands take off your shoes. Hands move away and return on your skin as the dress is taken off your body, exposing your shoulders first, the cloth collecting at your breasts, before hands slide it over them and down to your waist. Immediately each inch of your skin is covered with fingers as the dress moves down your body, no place untouched for more than a second. Swiftly the dress is taken off your body and disappears, then your are turned in mid air, and placed back on the narrow bed on your stomach.
All hands cover your body again, swift and nimble hands unhook your bra and remove it from your body in seconds, your string slides off quickly and your stockings rolled off your legs expertly, leaving you naked on the table. After moving swiftly and soft, the hands settle down as on commando, going back to the soft, gentle caress of fingers, staying in their place. As fingers retreat and gloves are taken off, a warm thick fluid is drizzled on your skin, scooped up and rubbed in by bare hands, rubbing and kneeding your skin and the muscles underneath. As the oil is worked into you, poured all over your body, nimble fingers massage it deep into your skin, the oil warming and soothing it, the soft smell of roses filling the room…
