He brushed his brown hair out of his eyes. The woman stared back at him, possessing something that both chilled him and made him feel a pang of friend...y warmth. The complexity of the feeling made him feel very uneasy. "Do I know you?" Peter, there isn't much time. There is a road out of here, that way," the woman said as she pointed down one of the forks. "You'll have to leave your safety, your structure. You have to give up what you've just left behind. Leave it there, behind, don't go back.. Articles of clothing are flying about the room. Once you are both down to nothing the fun truly begins. “On your knees and close your eyes”, he tells you. You obey. He walks away and comes back. You fill something being wrapped around your eyes. As He is tying the fabric on, his cock brushes your cheeks and lips. It makes you salivate and want to follow his member with your mouth. When he is done, he runs his fingers through your hair and gives it a slow, loving pull. You feel lips. Slowly I undress you and caress and kiss every piece of bare skin. Your shoulders, your armpits, the side of your body, you belly, your back. I kiss your hand and caress your fingers and massage your arms. I throw the shirt on the floor and put my hand flat on your chest. I enjoy the warmth of your skin, and I feel how your chest moves up and forward as you breathe in and out. The beating of your heart that I feel through my hand soothes me and as I look into your eyes I'll tell you how much I. “You can take your hands of your head, but don’t touch your bottom”, his deep voice rumbled. “Remove your shirt, and your bra, and then turn around.” I almost groaned with relief as I lowered my arms. My fingers trembled, not just from tiredness, as I slowly undid each button and slipped my shirt off my shoulders. I let it drop behind me to the floor. Then I reached back and undid the clasp on my sheer black lace bra, slid it forward, releasing my full breasts, and let that drop too. My.