“Uh, I don’t know about the blindfold, G.”|
“Don’t worry Nick, I’m not tying you up or anything. You’ll get to take it off yourself, but only when I say so.”
I relax only slightly as I close my eyes and feel the soft silk against my face. Greg ties the scarf behind my head and I hear him move away. In fact, now I can’t really hear anything at all. The unaccustomed loss of vision makes me nervous until I hear him come back in the room. There’s rustling noises and some clicking.
Then music starts. I laugh as I recognize the opening lines of I’m Too Sexy.
“Okay, take it off,” Greg yells over the music.
I pull the blindfold down and gasp. Somehow he’s changed the lighting in the room so it’s darker and there’s colored light focused solely on him.
I'm too sexy for my shirt too sexy for my shirt
So sexy it hurts
And I'm too sexy for Milan too sexy for Milan
New York and Japan
I grip the arms of my chair as I take him in. He really is too sexy for his shirt and it’s a pretty damn sexy shirt. It’s made of pale blue silk and skims the lines of his body beautifully and, gunnh, black leather pants that are sinfully painted on him like a second skin. He spiked his hair and put glitter in it. He knows I have a thing for glitter.
And I'm too sexy for your party
Too sexy for your party
No way I'm disco dancing
I'm a model you know what I mean
And I do my little turn on the catwalk
Yeah on the catwalk on the catwalk yeah
I do my little turn on the catwalk
Christ. He’s actually doing a little catwalk stroll toward me, pushing his hips out and swaying to the music with attitude. When did my scientist geek (but admittedly sexy) boyfriend become a stripper? His face is serious as he moves to the music. Instantly my jeans are feeling a little tight.
As he struts toward me, I suddenly notice that he’s moved the big mirror from the bedroom in here so I can see him front and back as he dances.
Heat is starting to make his face glow as he circles his hips, grinding to the music. The sweat makes his shirt cling even more and I can just see the dusky circles of his nipples, enticing me through the fabric. The colored lights reflect off the shiny surface of his leather pants, gleaming off the rounded globes of his ass.
He’s way too sexy for this song. Just when I think I can’t take it any more, the music changes. I’m not big on classical music but even I recognize Ravel’s Bolero. Genius. I wonder if anyone but my genius boyfriend has ever thought of stripping to this song. Because now he is stripping, slowly, opening his shirt one button at a time, sliding his hand inside to tease a nipple. It’s even more maddening because although I can’t see exactly what he’s doing, I know just what it feels like to flick and pinch that nipple and feel it harden under my fingers.
Now he’s sliding the shirt off one shoulder, then the other as he turns his back. I see the perfect skin meeting scarred across his toned back. I can see his face in the mirror as he watches me watching him. He smiles as he notices the bulge in my jeans and drops his shirt to the floor.
He’s moving sensuously now, more like a dancer. I’ve seen him dance in clubs but I never knew he could move like this. Watching him sway to the music goes right to my groin and my cock is pressing against my zipper painfully. If I don’t want zipper tracks, I’m going to have to do something.
Oh. My. God. Now he’s wiggling out of his leather pants. Not only are they incredibly tight, but since he’s sweating, it must be a struggle. Or at least I think should be. He makes it look effortlessly sexy, pushing them down inch by inch. He’s still facing the mirror watching me but my eyes are riveted on his ass which is coming into view all too slowly for me.
Finally he’s got them down to his thighs and I gasp because he’s wearing a thong! Mr. Periodic-Table Boxers is wearing a black thong and I’m dying here. I want to rip them off with my teeth! The music is building as he pushes the leather pants down all the way and kicks them aside.
He turns to face me with a smile. Probably laughing at the look on my face as I undo my fly and pull my extremely relieved cock out. I stroke myself slowly because, although I know he’s nowhere near finished, I have no clue what comes next and I don’t want to spoil his surprise. And I know if I go too fast, he might just start to torture me all over again.
He’s coming over with a predatory smile, his eyelids lowered as he moves sinuously to grind himself against me. I can’t think of a single person I’d rather get a lap dance from even though I never would have come up with it as a wish, ever. I reach up to touch him but he slaps my hands away and blows in my ear, then bites down on my ear lobe and nibbles his way down my neck.
Just as I reach for him again he backs away with a tantalizing smile, stroking his own erection which is now peeking out the top of his very small thong. He turns and looks at me in the mirror as he touches his ass, cupping his cheeks and stroking lightly over the strip of cloth dividing them. Then he bends over to slip the thong down his long legs, giving me a great view of his ass.
Okay, now I have a serious grip on my cock, stroking faster and harder. He turns to face me again and reaches for a little tube. As he pops it open I smell… mango? That’s exotic. Oh dear he’s slicking up both hands. What’s he going to do? Is he finally going to touch me?
Fuck! He’s jacking off for me! He knows how I love to watch him do that. The music is building and he strokes in time to it, his cock slick and shiny with the flavored lube. I want so badly to taste, but I’m too busy jacking off myself.
He closes his eyes as he strokes himself faster, doing that wrist thing that always makes me groan when he does it to me. Seems to be working on him too. He drops to his knees and slips one hand down past his cock, fondling his balls. In the mirror I can see his ass muscles clench and flex each time he thrusts his cock into his fist.
I match his speed, both of our hands becoming a blur we’re wanking so fast. Finally he falls forward, coming as the music reaches its final crescendo, moaning as he catches himself on one hand as he milks the last drops of his orgasm, then he smirks up at me again as he licks his hand clean… slowly. The sight pushes me over the edge and I come hard, harder than I ever remember from just jacking off myself. But of course, I never had a show like this before.
The music changes to something softer as he looks up at me grinning and I can’t help but grin back.
“Thanks, angel. That was…wonderful.” I sigh.
He gets up and comes over, plopping himself in my lap with no trace of the grace he just displayed in his dance and wraps both arms around my neck. “Did you like it?”
“You know I love to watch you, G. That was the best birthday present ever,” I pull him in for a kiss. “What can I do for your birthday that would match this?”
“Do you still have your uniform?” he asks me with a blush.
“Yes, I do.”
“How about the handcuffs?”
“They make us turn those in, sorry.”
“That’s okay, we can use mine,” he answers with a sly smile.