In the Blind Read Free

Tingles reached out to the end of each of her limbs,
and she cried out. His pumps became quicker and longer, filling her each time.
He bellowed out his pleasure and pulled out the last sparks of her orgasm.
    His
movements slowed and finally he lowered his body alongside hers, and she
snuggled in tight. His arms wrapped around her, surrounding her in his heat. In
one slow breath, she took in his musky scent and the satisfied smell of their
sex. She had no desire to move. Her limbs felt loose like jelly, and a glorious
smile spread through her.
    His
gentle touches roamed over her body, the curve of her hip, the tickle spot on
the side of her belly, and her tender nipples, before stroking on her pulse
point under her chin and gripping her nape.
    “I
wish we had the time to do it all over again.”
    “Our
time is almost up?” she asked.
    “It
will be all too soon. I’d like to lie here with you in my arms for as long as I
can.”
    She
pressed her hand to his chest and tried to memorize the feel and shape of him.
He explored her backside. She wanted the moment to last, and it did for a
couple more songs.
    The
music stopped, and a voice rang through the speakers. “Escorts will be coming
for the ladies in two minutes.”
    The
music came back, but it was altogether different. The rhythm was gentler and
the volume was considerably lower, which made it easier to talk, if you had something
to talk about. She knew she’d regret not saying anything. In this moment, she
needed him to know how he’d affected her.
    “We
aren’t supposed to exchange any information, and I’ll respect that, but I’d like
to thank you for tonight. I needed this.” She caressed his cheek.
    He
pulled her on top of him, and they wrapped their arms around each other. This was
nothing but a night of fantastic sex, not a moment to get choked up. His hold tightened
with such strength that she couldn’t and didn’t want to pull away.
    “It’s
time to go.” A new touch stroked her shoulder, and then her robe landed across
her back.
    She
lifted her head enough to give her mystery man a kiss on the cheek. Inch by
inch, she pushed herself from him and his hands fell away. He couldn’t stop her
if he wanted to, but he didn’t have to want to, she reminded herself. She
pushed at the ache trying to grow and forced her mind to remember the pleasure
and only the pleasure from this strange and perfect night.
    A
moment later, she was in the locker room shielding her eyes from the bright
light. They were told to dress quickly. The men wouldn’t be allowed to leave
until all the women left the building or had made their way into the club
upstairs.
    Some
of the ladies dressed quickly and left. Most, including Jane, took quick showers
in the simple, but well supplied facilities. The women talked about their
orgasms and nothing more, a perfect reminder of how to remember the evening.

Chapter Two
     
    Jane
woke Monday morning with a new appreciation for sex and thanked her lucky stars
she’d had a day to recover. She’d spent Sunday soaking in her tub and reading a
new release from one of her favorite authors. Her muscles may no longer ache,
but the memories from Club Blind were seared in her thoughts.
    She
stretched and shook her limbs in a dance of joy. She’d had sex. Not just any
old sex. Not plain Jane sex. Nope. She’d had heart-thumping, multiple orgasm, soaring
sex. She rolled around in her sheets. Just like yesterday, her thoughts from
that night were exactly how she needed to remember them.
    Her
hands explored all the places he’d touched. She remembered the wicked things
he’d done to her clit. The nub woke under her fingers. Her free hand caressed
her breast and pulled the nipple. Warmth spread over her pussy and aided her
sliding fingers.
    She
remembered his strong arms and the way he took control. He didn’t hesitate.
Reliving her experience would keep her fantasies going, but she wanted more.
    Maybe
she should sign up for another night at