so —"
He tossed one end of the cord to Hari and they both lowered the bulk of the crimson silk behind the headboard, bringing the tassels around in front and putting them into Alana's hands. To hold them, she had to stretch her arms out to either side.
"We ask that you keep holding these throughout tonight's class. We are going to concentrate on your sense of touch—your skin—and we find that if your hands are not involved, the sensitivity of your body is greatly heightened," explained Sami.
"You may, of course, release the cord at any time, but we encourage you not to— you will receive far more benefit from our exercises if you keep your hands away," added Hari.
Blowing a breath of air between her lips, Alana nodded. "I'll do my best, guys, but remember, I'm only human." Anticipation was coursing through her veins like hot lava.
Sami reached down again and stood up, this time holding something glittering in his hands. Spreading it out, he said "This is your jewelry for this evening—I regret that I must ask for its return when we are done."
Alana released a tassel and placed a finger delicately on the necklace.
"My God, I've never seen anything so beautiful." She stroked her hand over the beads which had been interwoven into a collar.
"It was old when it came to us," smiled Hari. "We can only guess as to its history—but the style was also very popular in Egypt at one time. I believe today you have seen similar collars in your museums, yes?"
With muddled thoughts of Tutankhamen and Elizabeth Taylor as Cleopatra galloping through her mind, Alana gulped as Sami reached behind her head and fastened the collar. The ancient glass beads were cool and smooth against her flushed skin, and she realized that the intricate design was resting on top of her nipples. Each breath she took stirred the long beads that dripped heavily from the edge of the necklace and caressed her breasts. Oh heavens.
"No wonder Cleo was hot for both Caesar and Antony," she laughed, feeling the tingle her movements caused from her nipples to her pussy. So distracted was she that she failed to notice the other item Sami was now straightening in his palms.
"And lastly..." he said, bending towards her, "the most important part of this evening's experience—the blindfold."
"Oh, God...Sami—do I have to?" She looked at him with a combination of fear and arousal.
"Do you trust us, Alana? Have we not proved to you that we are here only to bring you pleasure?"
It was clearly her decision, and Alana gnawed her lip, her eyes going from Sami to Hari and back. Did she trust them enough? She shouldn't—they were bizarre beings from another dimension, if what they said was true, and she'd known them for such a short time.
But something in her heart said "yes"—and she remembered the look on their faces when they talked of their lives, and ate their popcorn, and pleasured each other in front of her.
Taking a deep breath, she nodded. "I trust you both. I'm probably nuts, and I'm still thinking that maybe this is one awesome hallucination, and I'm going to wake up in some asylum somewhere covered in drool, but I trust you. Go ahead."
Sami gently covered her eyes with a scarf of the softest silk. It clung to her eyebrows and brushed the top of her cheeks—she was quite blind, not even light could penetrate the tightly woven folds. Sami carefully adjusted the fit, making sure her hair wasn't caught anywhere. His attention reassured Alana—after all, a serial killer probably wouldn't worry if her hair was tangled.
His hands moved away and she felt the loss.
"Alana," said Hari quietly. "We will be touching you and asking you to focus on what we are doing. In this exercise, what we say is often as important as what we do. Are you with us so far?"
She nodded, and her necklace rippled, teasing her nipples. She sucked in her breath.
She felt the bed dip as Hari clambered up, followed by a matching movement on the other side. Sami.
A hand picked up
He tossed one end of the cord to Hari and they both lowered the bulk of the crimson silk behind the headboard, bringing the tassels around in front and putting them into Alana's hands. To hold them, she had to stretch her arms out to either side.
"We ask that you keep holding these throughout tonight's class. We are going to concentrate on your sense of touch—your skin—and we find that if your hands are not involved, the sensitivity of your body is greatly heightened," explained Sami.
"You may, of course, release the cord at any time, but we encourage you not to— you will receive far more benefit from our exercises if you keep your hands away," added Hari.
Blowing a breath of air between her lips, Alana nodded. "I'll do my best, guys, but remember, I'm only human." Anticipation was coursing through her veins like hot lava.
Sami reached down again and stood up, this time holding something glittering in his hands. Spreading it out, he said "This is your jewelry for this evening—I regret that I must ask for its return when we are done."
Alana released a tassel and placed a finger delicately on the necklace.
"My God, I've never seen anything so beautiful." She stroked her hand over the beads which had been interwoven into a collar.
"It was old when it came to us," smiled Hari. "We can only guess as to its history—but the style was also very popular in Egypt at one time. I believe today you have seen similar collars in your museums, yes?"
With muddled thoughts of Tutankhamen and Elizabeth Taylor as Cleopatra galloping through her mind, Alana gulped as Sami reached behind her head and fastened the collar. The ancient glass beads were cool and smooth against her flushed skin, and she realized that the intricate design was resting on top of her nipples. Each breath she took stirred the long beads that dripped heavily from the edge of the necklace and caressed her breasts. Oh heavens.
"No wonder Cleo was hot for both Caesar and Antony," she laughed, feeling the tingle her movements caused from her nipples to her pussy. So distracted was she that she failed to notice the other item Sami was now straightening in his palms.
"And lastly..." he said, bending towards her, "the most important part of this evening's experience—the blindfold."
"Oh, God...Sami—do I have to?" She looked at him with a combination of fear and arousal.
"Do you trust us, Alana? Have we not proved to you that we are here only to bring you pleasure?"
It was clearly her decision, and Alana gnawed her lip, her eyes going from Sami to Hari and back. Did she trust them enough? She shouldn't—they were bizarre beings from another dimension, if what they said was true, and she'd known them for such a short time.
But something in her heart said "yes"—and she remembered the look on their faces when they talked of their lives, and ate their popcorn, and pleasured each other in front of her.
Taking a deep breath, she nodded. "I trust you both. I'm probably nuts, and I'm still thinking that maybe this is one awesome hallucination, and I'm going to wake up in some asylum somewhere covered in drool, but I trust you. Go ahead."
Sami gently covered her eyes with a scarf of the softest silk. It clung to her eyebrows and brushed the top of her cheeks—she was quite blind, not even light could penetrate the tightly woven folds. Sami carefully adjusted the fit, making sure her hair wasn't caught anywhere. His attention reassured Alana—after all, a serial killer probably wouldn't worry if her hair was tangled.
His hands moved away and she felt the loss.
"Alana," said Hari quietly. "We will be touching you and asking you to focus on what we are doing. In this exercise, what we say is often as important as what we do. Are you with us so far?"
She nodded, and her necklace rippled, teasing her nipples. She sucked in her breath.
She felt the bed dip as Hari clambered up, followed by a matching movement on the other side. Sami.
A hand picked up
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