He is behind her.
He very slowly unzips the back of her dress.
One small, shiny brass tooth releasing at a time.
It reveals a widening V of gorgeous pale skin. And then the strap of her black bra. The shallow, slightly ridged valley of her spine. The top of her black lacy panties – bought especially for tonight and worn for the first time. For him.
He reaches the bottom of the zip.
He pauses. The room is heavy with tension. Dark in the blindfold she feels light-headed. She sways slightly.
He gently lays the long, sensitive fingers of both hands on her shoulders, close to her neck. He glides them upwards into her hair, caressing her ears, lifting and combing through the locks. It feels like electricity, impossibly sensual, and she can’t help but at first tilt her head forwards and then backwards onto his hands. She wants…
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