The humiliation of clinking glasses as my audience toasts my orgasm, whilst I can only display the power they have over me. A hush descends the room,...and I feel the atmosphere change, and a tension now pervades the chamber, and I want to see. I cry out for the blindfold’s removal, but a hiss close to my ears silence me. The bare feet hardly make a sound only the creaking floorboards taking the weight give me an indication where, and possibly gender. I sense the fingers tense, I try to move. I showered with some new great smellin shower gel as I shaved my legs, underarms and made sure my pussy looked all clean except for my "landing strip" ... the water felt great against my skin and I washed my hair with lavender shampoo and conditioner, the smell was intoxicating. I was horny and wanted so much to touch myself ... to release the frustration. I decided, no ... let it build.I dried off and lathered myself up with some lotion that had some body glitter in it to give me some. My legs are shaky, but I make it across to the window and open it wide. He is standing there, in his hoodie, though his eyes, which are all I can see of his face, look less menacing tonight.More surprising is that a huge, condom-clad erection is pointing over the edge of his sweatpants. He hasn’t ejaculated yet.Obviously my eyes betray my surprise, because he says, in that nervous voice of his, “You didn’t ask me to cum for you.”I almost burst out laughing, it’s so absurd, but it’s sweet too,. She smiled and said some more then I pulled it little more. She said bit more. I kept on going ahead feeling her thigh till her panty was visible. Then she laughed and said this is micro mini and then ran away. I followed her then hold her from behind, this time one of my hands was just above her pussy and one around her neck. She was laughing so was I. Soon her laugh faded as I started grabbing her firmly, she started moaning. But I had no dare to go further. I simply left the room.The same.