Blind Date - a Story by Delta Venus Copyright 2009 I was down at the seawall enjoying the sunset when it happened. Being blind, I can't actually watch the sun go down, but I can feel the tranformation as it does, and I enjoy the smell and taste of the salt air, and the sound of the crashing waves. Coming down here helps me unwind after a boring day of composing comupter code for the corporation I work for. I think being blind is actually an asset in my job, having the code read aloud to me by the computer makes it much easier to catch bugs and other mistakes, and I feel really lucky to have a job at all after the accident. Little did I know that my habit of coming down to listen to the peaceful Pacific would prove lucky as well. I was quite startled when a hand grasped my thigh. The only reason I didn't scream was because I had just begun to sense that someone was next to me. The sound of the waves had covered up whatever noise she had made approaching, and I hadn't yet caught the subtle flower scent of perfume (lilac? jasmine?) on the wind, so I can't say exactly how I knew someone was there, but I did. I say she because my senses told me it was a woman. Her scent, soft touch, smooth skin, all spoke of feminity, but I have no real way of knowing for sure. I began to ask who it was, but her finger touched my lips in an obvious sign I was to be silent. She was seated to my left, and her hand grasped my right elbow, pulling the arm back, while she also grasped my left hand firmly, also pulling it back. Before I could react or protest, my hands were tied firmly behind my back by what felt like a silk scarf or handkerchief. I tugged strongly, but my hands were fastened securely and going nowhere. I was about to yell my bloody head off, when the finger was pressed gently against my lips again. "Why should I be quiet?" I wondered to myself. "Some strange woman is kidnapping me!" But I did not yell out. The finger trailed down from my lips, brushing gently across my chest, and before I knew it both her hands were at my fly, undoing my pants, and pulling out my now swiftly growing penis. It might be a kidnapping, but I was liking it so far! I felt her long hair brushing me, as she bent her head down and gave me a kiss right on the head of my cock. Her fingers tightened around the base, allowing the blood to flow in (and it was flowing!), but not to flow out. I was throbbing deeply with each beat of my heart, and my boner felt like it might just burst, it was growing so hard. She gently swirled her tongue around the head of my cock, giving the little drawstring on the underside an extra flick as she did it. Then she licked my dick like an ice cream cone, starting at the base just above her tightly wrapped fingers, and making her way slowly up to the head. Again she swirled the top in a circular fashion, flicking the underside two or three times. I gasped out loud from sheer pleasure. A thousand things were going through my mind. How could this be happening? My god, we are in public, in plain sight! Is anyone watching this? I could stop this by getting up and running away! I don't want to stop this, it feels fucking fantastic! Is this a setup? Is this a wild prank, or is this woman showing off for someone special? Could we be part of a porno movie? God, that swirling feels incredible! She is really good at this. Will she want money when she is done? WTF!? My anonymous lover kicked things up a notch, and began to suck, not just lick. My cock slid into her velvety mouth, and she took it in all the way to base, where her fingers still held me tightly circled, then came back up slowly. She didn't stop doing the swirly thing at the head of my cock, but she didn't pull me out of her mouth to do it. She kept me inside, and swirled away with the head locked between her lips. Fucking awesome! I no longer gave a shit if anyone was watching, one person, a hundred, who cared! Film it and sell the DVD, what the hell! I was exepriencing all sorts of sensations. I could feel her body leaning against me, the pressure of one of her breasts pushing against my restrained left arm. I could feel her long hair, full and silky, shifting against me with the up and down motion of her head. I could just barely hear the sloppy noises she was making over the sound of the surf, as she sucked and swirled her way up and down my throbbing rod. I could hear the surf. I could feel the salt air losing its warmth as the sun sank below the horizon, and I was growing more aware of the light offshore breeze slowly cooling the sweat that was forming on my skin. I could blame my goosebumps on the growing chill, but I would be lying. Whoever this woman was, she knew how to suck a dick! She seemed as aware of sensation as I was. She knew when I was at my peak, about to surrender completely to her expert ministrations. Just as I couldn't stand the growing pleasure any longer, she squeezed the base of my cock tightly, and doubled her efforts. That tongue! It was doing a crazy dance across every nerve ending in the head of my cock. I began to thrust uncontrollably, but she rode my bucking spasms with skill. I had already had two very strong contractions, starting the cum of my life, before she relased her tight grip around the base of my dick. I exploded! She had been holding back the tide with that tight grip, and once it was removed, the flood began in earnest. Jets of cum shot from deep inside my bowels, it felt like every spurt started at the base of my spine, and rushed forward with the force of a firehose. She kept her lips clamped around the head of my cock, and took every spurt right into her mouth. I felt her head raising up from my lap, and then her lips brushed softly against mine, and I could taste just a little of what I'd been so forcefully squirting just seconds ago. Then her kiss became very insistant. I was practically forced to open my mouth to her kisses, and when I did she shoved the whole load of semen into my mouth, and our tongues played sloppily with my spend in a deep french kiss. I was shocked, and still a little stunned from the intensity of the orgasm. She pulled away, and I felt a tug at the silk binding my hands, and then she was gone. The only things she left behind were the silk scarf hanging loosely from my wrists, and the immense load of my own semen in my mouth. I have jacked off with the scarf many times since then, reliving the intensity of that moment in fantasy, even though fantasy isn't even close to a match for what she did to me. You better believe I will never miss a sunset for the rest of my life! ▲♀ http://deltavenus.bestdamnpornblogs.com/