Free Teaching Bailey by Crystal G. Smith Page B

understand what exactly caused her body to move toward him.  Maybe it was the compliment, or the happiness she felt from the compliment, or something else.  Slowly but surely she walked towards him.  She stood almost toe to toe with him.  Looking up into his eyes, she felt herself grow nervous yet confused.  The minute she began moving back towards him, her pussy began to throb.  She could feel herself releases her womanly juices between her legs.
                  There was something about this man that was driving her absolutely crazy.  Her mind was telling her, ‘STOP!  Run for the hills,’ while her heart was saying, ‘trust him,’ and her body calling out to him.
                  “Relax.  I keep telling you to just relax.  Fear can intensive things if you let it.  The amygdala of the brain can be your best friend.  Did you know that when you orgasm, it completely shuts down?  Easing your anxiety and fear.”
                  She shook her head.  She didn’t know that.  Neuroscience was not her field nor did she care about learning about it right now.  She was too busy concentrating on keeping her knees from shaking out from under her.
                  “Follow me.  I will show you.”
                  She watched him turn and go to a table in the corner of the room.  He stood there waiting for her.  Giving her time to make the few steps on her own accord.  His lips gave a hint of a smile while his eyes grew with excitement.  The obvious bulge in his pants was the push that she needed to go to him.
                  “There.  That wasn’t so bad was it?”  He smiled back at her as his hands came up to caress up and down her arms.  Just his simple touch set her skin on fire.  She leaned forward, crushing her mouth to his.  He chuckled and gave in to her response.
                  Thrusting his tongue in her mouth, his arms circled her body, pulling her against his chest.  The heat from his body soaking in to hers, her nipples hardened even more than they already were.  They were tight and aching for touch.  Her thighs clenched as his tongue devoured her mouth.
                  He pulled away, leaving them both breathless.  They stood there staring in to each other’s eyes.  She watched the corner of his lips lift and it reminded her of a bank robber or had just gotten away.
                  “Lay down flat on your back.” 
                  Slowly she crawled onto the table, concentrating on taking slow, deep breaths.  She wiggled and gasped as the coolness of the leather covered table hit her back.
                  He smiled watching her before he pulled a drawer free from the table and held up a blindfold.  “Lights out.”  As if he could see her apprehension, he went on to explain.  “If I take away your eyesight, you will have no choice but to concentrate on what you feel.”
                  She nodded her head.  The smoothness of the blindfold slid easily over her eyes.  Then she was left to wonder what he had planned to do.
                  She heard the clinking and clanging of different objects, a vibrating noise briefly, and then felt his touch on her ankles.  Pulling them apart, he attached first one then the other to a cuff.  Restraining her legs open.
                  His fingers caressed up her legs, slowly, over her mound, and up her ribs.  She gasped has his hands then gripped each of her breasts and his mouth came down on first one nipple.  He taunted and sucked, swirled his tongue around each of them.  She felt her body responding and the only urge she had to do right now, was to hold on to his head, keeping him there.  But she didn’t.  She didn’t move.
                  She moaned when his mouth left her.  Again he laughed quietly before taking her wrist and binding them over her