point in protesting, so she pulled off her jumper, revealing her unfussy cream silk bra. Instantly, despite the warmth of the room, goose pimples appeared on her skin.
‘In order to heighten the sensations I will blindfold the women. The men will then draw straws for you, not that there is a short straw I hasten to add.’ Mark chuckled at his own joke, everyone else was too focused on what was about to happen to make a sound.
Amy approached with two black velvet masks, and before Karen could protest, she found herself slipped into darkness as she sat on the soft cushioned floor wishing she’d been paying attention to what Mark had shown the others. Seconds later, tentative fingers begin to stray across her encased nipples, and rubbed her hidden areoles. She tried hard to concentrate on the feelings themselves and forget about how she was going to write them down.
Karen could hear the woman sat next to her beginning to sigh. Should she be sighing too? The unknown fingers began to brush the tips of Karen’s nipples, which responded by tightening beneath the silk. It felt good and she didn’t want it to end, but as the woman next to her changed her sighs to cries of ‘Oh my God!’ and was obviously climbing fast into ecstasy, her own partner gave up and his hands moved away.
She could hear whispers and then Mark’s voice saying, ‘Slightly more direct action perhaps.’ Karen could almost feel the heat of their eyes; she knew they were all looking at her. Her insides squirmed at the thought, she was the one who observed and analysed, not the other way around.
Karen’s skin jumped as the cups of her bra were pushed beneath her chest. It felt good to be free of the tight material and even better when a set of fingers returned to her flesh. Karen closed her eyes under her blindfold and focused on the sensations. The slow ignition she needed was just starting to spark her body into life when her partner gave an audible sigh of defeat.
The blindfold was removed and Karen blinked against the light, before taking in the faces before her. She coloured violently and began to babble. ‘I’m sorry, it was lovely, it’s just I…’ She stopped, unable to go on. The man opposite her, presumably her partner, looked crestfallen. ‘It wasn’t your fault, really, it’s me. I’m, well, hard work. Sorry.’
Mark beamed at her. ‘Well done. It takes a lot to admit that you have a problem becoming aroused. I think some relaxation exercises would be of benefit to you, and perhaps us all.’
The group were led over towards the king sized bed. ‘Amy, if you please.’ Mark gestured to the bed. Amy stripped off her remaining clothing, and lay across the bed, face down.
Karen couldn’t think what the other members of the group were doing there. As she glanced at them, each obviously turned on and eager for the next event, they didn’t seem to need any help at all.
Mark, who seemed to be the only one apart from her that wasn’t visibly aroused, began to stroke Amy’s backside. He parted her legs a little and began to run a single finger along and around, but not over, her arsehole. ‘This is a good area to tease. The frustration of not actually touching the opening will aid your partner’s desire.’ He moved his hands from her backside, down her legs, then up again to the small of her back, and on towards her shoulders. ‘Firm movements, but without the intense grip of a thorough massage. It relaxes both you and your partner and is, in itself, very sexy.’
Amy rose from the bed, her body flushed with barely disguised lust. There was no doubt she was one hot babe.
‘Ladies, take your remaining garments off please. If you would prefer not to strip in front of us you may go behind those screens.’ Mark pointed to a small sheltered area in the corner of the room. Karen fled there instantly, followed more slowly by her comrade.
‘What’s your name?’ Karen whispered.
‘Freya. Yours?’
‘Karen. Why are you here? You don’t
‘In order to heighten the sensations I will blindfold the women. The men will then draw straws for you, not that there is a short straw I hasten to add.’ Mark chuckled at his own joke, everyone else was too focused on what was about to happen to make a sound.
Amy approached with two black velvet masks, and before Karen could protest, she found herself slipped into darkness as she sat on the soft cushioned floor wishing she’d been paying attention to what Mark had shown the others. Seconds later, tentative fingers begin to stray across her encased nipples, and rubbed her hidden areoles. She tried hard to concentrate on the feelings themselves and forget about how she was going to write them down.
Karen could hear the woman sat next to her beginning to sigh. Should she be sighing too? The unknown fingers began to brush the tips of Karen’s nipples, which responded by tightening beneath the silk. It felt good and she didn’t want it to end, but as the woman next to her changed her sighs to cries of ‘Oh my God!’ and was obviously climbing fast into ecstasy, her own partner gave up and his hands moved away.
She could hear whispers and then Mark’s voice saying, ‘Slightly more direct action perhaps.’ Karen could almost feel the heat of their eyes; she knew they were all looking at her. Her insides squirmed at the thought, she was the one who observed and analysed, not the other way around.
Karen’s skin jumped as the cups of her bra were pushed beneath her chest. It felt good to be free of the tight material and even better when a set of fingers returned to her flesh. Karen closed her eyes under her blindfold and focused on the sensations. The slow ignition she needed was just starting to spark her body into life when her partner gave an audible sigh of defeat.
The blindfold was removed and Karen blinked against the light, before taking in the faces before her. She coloured violently and began to babble. ‘I’m sorry, it was lovely, it’s just I…’ She stopped, unable to go on. The man opposite her, presumably her partner, looked crestfallen. ‘It wasn’t your fault, really, it’s me. I’m, well, hard work. Sorry.’
Mark beamed at her. ‘Well done. It takes a lot to admit that you have a problem becoming aroused. I think some relaxation exercises would be of benefit to you, and perhaps us all.’
The group were led over towards the king sized bed. ‘Amy, if you please.’ Mark gestured to the bed. Amy stripped off her remaining clothing, and lay across the bed, face down.
Karen couldn’t think what the other members of the group were doing there. As she glanced at them, each obviously turned on and eager for the next event, they didn’t seem to need any help at all.
Mark, who seemed to be the only one apart from her that wasn’t visibly aroused, began to stroke Amy’s backside. He parted her legs a little and began to run a single finger along and around, but not over, her arsehole. ‘This is a good area to tease. The frustration of not actually touching the opening will aid your partner’s desire.’ He moved his hands from her backside, down her legs, then up again to the small of her back, and on towards her shoulders. ‘Firm movements, but without the intense grip of a thorough massage. It relaxes both you and your partner and is, in itself, very sexy.’
Amy rose from the bed, her body flushed with barely disguised lust. There was no doubt she was one hot babe.
‘Ladies, take your remaining garments off please. If you would prefer not to strip in front of us you may go behind those screens.’ Mark pointed to a small sheltered area in the corner of the room. Karen fled there instantly, followed more slowly by her comrade.
‘What’s your name?’ Karen whispered.
‘Freya. Yours?’
‘Karen. Why are you here? You don’t
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