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strip of black satin
material. “This’ll work great.” She sat next to me on the bed, her eyes shining
mischievously.
    I scooted an inch away from her.
“You’re not tying me up, are you?”
    “Just covering your eyes.”
    I glanced warily at Mr. Gordon. His
look was impassive. The material went over my face, plunging me into blackness.
Elizabeth’s arms grazed my shoulders and her breath fanned out over my neck,
giving me goose bumps.
    “Is that good?”
    “I-I guess.”
    Her hands were on my back, gently
massaging. “You’re so tense.”
    Not being able to see actually lessened
the rough edges of my anxiety. I knew Mr. Gordon’s attention was on me, but it
was easier not being aware of it. The feel of her hands sent tiny pinpricks of
sensation down my spine. Strong fingers began to knead, rubbing and easing away
my nervousness. I had never been fond of Jazz, but this piece was the right mix
of rhythm and mystery, with an edge of something forbidden. Soft lips brushed
my neck, making me jerk slightly.
    “There now,” she murmured. “You have
to shut your brain off. I want you to feel, not think. Can you do that?”
    “Y-yes.”
    “Good.”
    Warm lips grazed my neck, sending an
avalanche of tingles into my tummy. Fingers loosened the muscles in my
shoulders, while she kissed me beneath my chin and lower. She felt silky soft, and
so unlike a man. There was nothing hard or abrasive about this encounter. Her
hands drove into my hair, fingertips massaging my scalp. Her personal attentions
were having a surprising effect on me. I was almost grateful for the blindfold;
otherwise I would have shut my eyes, because everything she did felt wonderful.
The edges of my robe slipped from my shoulders, exposing the tops of my
breasts. I had almost forgotten we were being observed, and I preferred it that
way, actually. The blindfold was a safe haven. I could retreat into the rooms
of my imagination and pretend that this was only a dream. Kisses landed on my
neck, while hands massaged my arms, her knuckles brushing the edges of my
breasts. The silken material dropped to my stomach, my nipples hardening
instantly. I was almost fully exposed now.
    “So pretty,” she whispered.
    Her lips touched mine, the sensation
forcing my belly to contract and shudder. I had never kissed a woman before,
nor had I ever wanted to…but the sweet smell of her breath and the sound of her
breathing had me turning towards her, wanting more. Gentle hands drove through
the strands of my hair, as her lips touched my cheek. Tiny kisses fell on my
nose, chin, and mouth, where she licked me. I swallowed, anticipating a real
kiss, but she caressed the skin beneath my chin instead, her hands gently
rubbing.
    “These are amazing.” Her fingers were
on my breasts. I reached for her in that instant, which was shocking. It was an
involuntary reaction. “You can touch me.” Embarrassment had me dropping my
hands. “There are no rules, Gretchen,” she purred. “You can do whatever you
want.”
    I opened my eyes behind the
blindfold, seeing a sliver of light near the bottom portion of the material. I
tilted my head back to catch a glimpse of a man in a chair, but it was gone in
a flash because her hands held my head, while kisses fell on my cheeks. Will she kiss me now? An out of control
tempest raged inside of me, forcing my abdominal muscles to contract and
release. I felt like a rubber band that had been pulled out, stretched to
capacity. Her mouth covered mine at last. A silky tongue was urgent and coxing,
encouraging me to respond, which I did. My perception was altered because of
the blindfold, the darkness creating a dreamlike place where I could run and
hide. While her hands cupped my breasts, mine rested on her shoulders, feeling
the thinness of her form.
    “Take this off,” she murmured,
grasping the robe, revealing my stomach and thighs. “Lay back.”
    I fell to the bed, my legs dangling
over the end. All thoughts of hidden cameras and