“Remember that night?”“What night was that?”“That first night we made love, over the phone.”She smiled, looking over the top of her almost-empty wine glass.“Oh, I remember it vividly, babe.”Lauren closed her eyes for only a moment, recalling every second of that night in an instant. She and Jason had been talking by phone for weeks and had on more than one occasion discussed phone sex.They finally agreed on a date night. And, indeed, Jason made love to Lauren. He guided her hands as if they were his own, touching her in ways she’d never touched herself.Yes, Lauren remembered. It made her squirm just a little in her chair.“When we get back to our room tonight, I want to make love again to you like that.”Lauren looked at Jason curiously. “Over the phone?”He smiled. “No. With you standing in front of me and my voice guiding your hands.”“So you won’t be touching me?” Lauren did her best to look disappointed.“My voice will touch you.”Her disappointment turned into a smile. Jason had never disappointed her as a lover.—————————Another glass of wine eased Lauren and Jason into the late-night hours. As always, conversation and laughter proved easy. As did their affection for one another that began to manifest itself into increasingly passionate kissing.Jason took Lauren by the hand, inviting her to stand.“Where are we going?”“You’re going to undress.”“I am?” güvenilir bahis Lauren asked with a bit of a mock smirk.“You are, babe.”Jason’s voice could melt her with a single syllable. Whenever he called her “babe” and used that tone, well…“Leave on your panties, stockings and heels. Nothing else.”She looked over her shoulder at him as she sauntered to the bedroom.“Lauren?”She stopped but didn’t turn around.“Lean against the wall beside the window when you are ready.”She continued into the bedroom.Jason took his time pouring two more glasses of wine. There would be no rushing tonight. And he wanted Lauren waiting in anticipation for a few moments before joining her.Satisfied she’d had enough time, Jason stepped to the bedroom door. Draperies for the floor-to-ceiling window were open wide allowing the blue cast of the night to bathe her.He leaned against the doorframe, admiring Lauren. Tall and slim with firm, taut breasts, the beauty across the room stood as directed with her shoulders against the wall, feet slightly spread, looking out the window. He didn’t think she saw him.“Like what you see?” She surprised him with her question.“You leave me breathless, Lauren.”She turned her head to face him, running her hands up her torso, across her breasts, and up into her hair, stretching her body and displaying every asset.“I’m pretty breathless myself, right now.”He strode güvenilir bahis siteleri across the room and passed right in front of her as he sat the wine glasses on the bedside table; so close she could smell his cologne again. She breathed him in.“Clasp your hands behind the small of your back.”The words came as more a request than a demand as he turned toward her.She accommodated.He stepped to within inches of Lauren; face to face. The lightest kiss landed on her lips.She closed her eyes and tilted her head back slightly. Jason moved his mouth to her neck. But there was no kiss. He only allowed her to feel the heat of his breath.She shivered.“Keep your eyes closed.”She responded only by doing as told.Jason stepped back and looked Lauren up and down, visually soaking in every inch of her.“How did I ever get so lucky to be right here, right now?” he wondered as he loosened his tie and pulled it from under his collar.“I’m going to touch you, but just for a moment.”She moaned softly when Jason lay his tie across her eyes, then reached around her to tie it.“Can you see anything?”“No.”“Perfect. Everything for the next few minutes should be in your head.”“You have my head racing, Jason.” He detected a slight tremble in her words.“Are you scared, babe?” (There was that word, again.)“I’ve never been blindfolded.”“Are you scared?” he asked again.“Maybe? A little?”“Do iddaa siteleri you trust me, Lauren?”“I do.”“Do you trust me unconditionally?”“I do.” Her answers became softer.“I would never hurt you.”“I know.”Jason sat down on the edge of the bed, maybe four feet from Lauren, still dressed as he was at dinner — slacks, shirt, jacket — except for the tie.“Lauren, if I were standing in front of you, what would I be doing? Don’t answer. Show me.”Her hands unclasped slowly then moved from behind her and down her hips. Touched by hands turned to touch by fingertips across the tops of her thighs, then slightly in.Just her nails dragged up the inside of Lauren’s silken thighs. She inhaled sharply as they passed the legs of her panties.Lauren knew Jason wouldn’t be touching her most private parts yet. He would tease until she was dripping wet. She wasn’t there yet. Wet, yes. Damn wet, yes. Dripping? Not quite.She pulled her hands up her torso, nails dragging across her taut abdomen before coming up under her breasts. Her hands rotated up to cup and lift her flesh.Her nipples were pebble-hard already. Lauren knew her nipples excited Jason and that he loved watching her display them for him.“Tug your nipples.”“Like this?” Lauren took her fleshy points between her thumbs and forefingers and pulled up. The feeling caused her to moan loudly. Knowing how the visual would arouse Jason amplified the involuntary moan.Jason caught his breath as he felt his own arousal build.“Just short of pain, Lauren. Pull…”Her lover pushed her shoulders against the wall and her chest up and out as she mildly tortured herself at his behest.