Stories to Make You Blush: Seven Naughty Tales

by Marie Gray

  “He’s just adorable! So, what’s wrong with him?”

  “Nothing that I know of.”

  And that’s where we left it. We spent the evening skirting over a wide variety of subjects between sips of coffee. I was becoming more and more certain that I wanted to ask Renée for her cousin’s phone number. If he was really as shy as she said he was, I would probably never hear from him again if I didn’t provoke anything. Suddenly experiencing renewed faith in my power to seduce, I still promised myself that I would wait a few days before making my move.

  I didn’t have to make any move at all. He phoned me that very night to invite me out for a drink. I was quick to accept, and we’ve been together ever since.

  Our first month together was the usual passionate beginnings: fascinating discussions, long walks, exhilarating visits, uncontrollable laughing fits, blush-inducing confessions and flaming-hot kisses. But only flaming-hot kisses.

  We had embarked on a strange adventure. We were in fact conducting a kind of experiment that had initially struck me as both pointless and sadistic, but after I gave it some thought, the whole idea suddenly became irresistible. We had agreed upon one issue very quickly and that was our belief that a couple’s first sexual experiences are often quite disappointing. And so, testing our newfound levels of “adult” wisdom, patience, and self-restraint, we pledged to wait a month before we made love. As it happened, during the short string of days of that month, we became so drawn to one another that we were soon entertaining the idea of a serious relationship—or at least a monogamous one—unless, of course, we found the other’s lovemaking techniques too disappointing to pursue. In short, we wanted to make sure that we were completely compatible on all other levels before we started our physical relationship. We also wanted the desire between us to reach such peaks of arousal that our first lovemaking experience would remain etched in our memories forever.

  Well, these were the romantic reasons why we wanted to persist with this plan but actually, our decision was also based on some purely practical elements as well: Daniel had found himself in some really awkward situations after jumping into bed with someone without taking the proper precautions; I had done the same thing a few times as well. Nothing a little trip to the doctor couldn’t cure, of course.

  But, all of this aside, we truly wanted our first night together to be perfect, and Daniel started his “research” right away. He slyly hinted to me that any clues I unwittingly gave him would quickly be picked up and that one fine day he would serve me one of my secret fantasies in an unforgettable fashion. I’d tried many times to tell him that he really wouldn’t have to dig very deep to find something to please me, but he was convinced that he could fathom desires I didn’t know I had myself, and who was I to deter him on such an amusing mission? The results? Well, I obviously underestimated him, because ever since that time, he’s never stopped surprising me sexually, and I’m always wondering what he has in store for me next.

  I wasn’t allowed to be very explicit with my sexual clues. Otherwise his “offering” wouldn’t have been much of a surprise. But I could tell from the sly confidence in his eyes that he was utterly sure of himself as far as my fantasies were concerned. On the day before the big event, he made me promise not to masturbate and not to try to see him that night.

  All I was allowed to do was dream. The body I’d barely been allowed to touch would be mine inside of twenty-four hours. I hadn’t seen him without his clothes yet and I endeavored to imagine him in all of his naked glory, trying as much as possible not to idealize him. He was a little on the thin side, and taller than I am by a good head. He looked like a student with his velvet jacket that was patched at the sleeves, and even more so when he put on his small, round reading glasses. Would he wear them in bed? No, surely not. Would he have muscular legs? Hairy ones? His arms and shoulders were pretty solid, as far as I could tell, without being overly muscular. He had a fairly slender waist, slim hips, and a small, round, firm behind.

  As for his “thing,” however, I wasn’t allowed to go anywhere near it. But judging from what I had felt against my stomach when I held him close, it certainly was responsive.

  I was very anxious about it all, but also terribly excited. What if he didn’t live up to my expectations? I had initially told Daniel that my fantasies were a little “spicier” than the average woman’s—at least that’s what I liked to think—but I hadn’t elaborated on that statement much. My view on “spicy” was that I ideally prefer settings other than the bedroom—and I have a slight streak of exhibitionism that I’d never had the opportunity, or the audacity, to indulge. I’d always been attracted to the idea of arousing the greatest number of people possible. However, I would have to be certain that they would not be able to recognize me; orgies don’t appeal to me at all, among other reasons because I have no desire to damage my reputation. I often dreamt about unleashing my sensuality in public, but certainly not in front of people I knew or could meet in the streets!

  It was a facet of my character that I figured I’d probably never be able to indulge, and the good little girl in me was certainly glad about that. In my mind, many women must dream about being desired by the largest audience of men possible, wanting to make their male spectators good and hard and reduced to the status of panting slaves. On the other hand, I am not sure that these women would appreciate the related “whore” treatment that might come with such a fantasy.

  I had finally ended up dropping some more precise hints to Daniel about this secret urge of mine. He argued to unfairness, saying that his shyness—charming but sometimes paralyzing—would prevent him from ever carrying out such a fantasy. Feeling desirable was one thing, but in front of a crowd…no way! From what I could gather, his own fantasies were rather common: he fantasized about being accosted by two Amazon goddesses, preferably twins, who would drag him into a wild ménage a trois. I replied that it might not be impossible to realize this scenario, but that it was doubtful I could be involved, as I had no twin sister. He also dreamt of watching two women making love. He had in fact asked me if I had ever been attracted to a woman before. When I told him no, he pulled a face and feigned disappointment. It had been his idea to serve me up something special. I, on the other hand, had promised him nothing out of the ordinary.

  However, the way I was feeling at that time, I would have been very happy to see him arrive at my place any hour of the day so I could rip off all his clothes and make love to him in the most ordinary ways…in my bed, on my couch, or on the ground…I didn’t care. I was so hot and bothered, I could barely sit still!

  It was close to midnight on the night before the big day when the telephone’s insistent ring interrupted my thoughts. It was Daniel.

  “How are you?”

  “Impatient.”

  “Do you trust me?”

  “Yes, but I’m a little nervous….”

  “Nervous? Why?”

  “Maybe we should have waited until we knew each other a little better. What if it doesn’t work? What if we’re both disappointed? You know, Daniel, I don’t need to live out one of my fantasies in order to desire you. What I feel for you is deeper. I appreciate what you want to do for me, but what if it turns out to be a mistake?”

  “Hey, don’t worry. You know something? I’m already sure that I want to be with you no matter how our first night together turns out. We have so much to discover together. But tell me something, Miss Adventurous, are you chickening out all of a sudden?”

  “Not at all. I’m just feeling this weird mixture of curiosity and nervousness, that’s all. I have no idea what you’re up to. But Daniel, I want you here with me now, in my bed! I can’t stand the wait anymore! I want to be in your arms right now…I want to feel your body against mine. I want to kiss you all over.”

  “Stop it, I’m getting hard. What are you doing now?”

  “I’m in the living room. I was watching TV so I wouldn’t think about you so much.”

  “Take your clothe
s off.”

  “What? Why? Are you joking?”

  “No. Take your clothes off. Are you wearing a blouse?”

  “Yes.”

  “Go on then, start with the first button and then slowly undo the rest. Imagine it’s me undressing you.”

  Where had his paralyzing shyness disappeared to? Evidently, the distance created by the telephone was giving his confidence a much-needed boost! I slowly undid the buttons to my blouse. I imagined Daniel before me. His intense blue eyes met mine, then he kissed me sweetly as he slowly slid his hands under my lacy bra, between my breasts. I felt the most delicious shivers traveling up and down my spine.

  “Have you finished? Are you wearing a skirt as well?”

  “Yes.”

  “And stockings?”

  “As usual, yes.”

  “Put your hand on your thigh and pretend it’s mine. Now gently glide your hand up the length of your leg, slide it under your skirt, then slip your fingers under the tops of your stockings and lightly scratch the skin underneath.”

  I did exactly what he said. I closed my eyes. I had the sensation that I was being lovingly embraced by a gentle sphere of warmth. I could feel his hand unbuttoning my skirt and then pushing me to stand up so that the garment could drop to the floor. I sat back down on the sofa, nearly naked now, with the phone cradled between my chin and shoulder, waiting for the next step.

  “Andrea, are you there?”

  “I’m…I’m here…I just slipped my skirt off. I have nothing on now except for my stockings, my bra, and the skimpiest little panties that are getting so hot and moist now.”

  “Wait, I’m taking my pants off now…Andrea, I’m so hard…I’m enormous. I’m ready for you now. Take your bra off. Squeeze your nipples. I want them to get hard and swollen. I want to feel them getting taut under my fingertips. Go on…do it.”

  I didn’t need to pinch my nipples. They were already stiff with arousal and pointing toward the sky like an offering.

  “Andrea, I can see them. I can feel them in my mouth…they’re delicious! Pull the crotch of your panties to one side. Show me what I’ve been waiting for for so long now. Spread your lips…imagine my tongue running up the inside of your thigh and then getting lost inside of you.”

  “Oh, Daniel…I’m so hot, I want you so much. Put down the phone right now and come to me. I’m so hot and wet. I can’t stop my fingers from going down there…I’m going to let them relieve me while I wait for you.”

  “No, Andrea, you promised! This is part of the game. You can get dressed now. I just wanted to see if you were ready. You can go to sleep now and tomorrow I promise you won’t regret the wait.”

  “Daniel, you’re joking! I know I promised, but this is no fun at all!”

  “Go on, do it for me. Please. It will only make it that much better tomorrow. Sweet dreams.”

  Then he hung up. I was panting, my throat was dry, and my pussy was burning with arousal. He expected me to just stop! I kept repeating the old adage “absence makes the heart grow fonder” until it haunted my thoughts like a bad commercial jingle.

  ***

  At last, the big day. I spent the entire morning and afternoon in an altered state. The hours crawled by at an unbearable rate. The clock hands that inched painfully forward only increased the skin-crawling agitation I felt as I worried continually about what I would wear that night. Tiny shivers of anxious anticipation rushed over me whenever I thought of Daniel. The only thing he had told me that morning when he had arranged our meeting for tonight was that he wanted me to wear my sexiest underwear. What I would wear over top of these undergarments would apparently be inconsequential, because they wouldn’t be on me for long!

  When I came home, I decided to wear my lace teddy, the one that pushed my breasts up nice and high in a charmingly exaggerated fashion. It looked more like a corset than anything else. It was made of black satin, embroidered with tiny pearls, and was fitted with solid half cups that supported my full, firm breasts. It also gave me a nice slim line. It was high-cut with a lacy little crotch strip that was easily detachable. I didn’t look half bad. The black stocking borders were a nice addition to the thigh-high boots, the heels of which, although not extremely high, gave my body a nice provocative tilt. The entire effect was more than satisfactory.

  The meeting place he had chosen was a trendy little downtown bar. I would have hoped for something a little more intimate but he was in charge of the evening.

  He was right on time and beautifully dressed in a smart suit. I detected the scent of my favorite cologne as he lowered his freshly shaven face and kissed me passionately

  “You look amazing!”

  “Wait until you see what’s underneath.”

  “Do you want another drink?”

  “Will I be needing one?”

  “It depends on how you’re feeling.”

  “Me or my body?”

  “Both.”

  “No problem on either score!”

  We got into a taxi right away. Daniel’s eyes were sparkling. He gave the driver the address, took me in his arms, and kissed me with startling passion. When he noticed my stockings and boots, he sucked in his breath.

  “You followed my instructions to the letter…my God, I want you so much!”

  I felt his hand slip under my dress. The fine lace panties that covered my moist, impatient pussy suddenly became a frustration, an annoying barrier between us. His cock began to harden under my deft fingers and I was delighted to feel it attaining mouthwatering proportions.

  I quivered as he slid a finger between my thighs.

  “Well, should we stay here, or go somewhere else?”

  “It won’t be much longer.”

  I certainly hoped not. If we kept going at this rate, the cab driver might not be too happy with the big wet stain he would later find on the backseat. We were now driving through an area that was unfamiliar to me. It was the city’s Red Light District. Prostitutes paced the sidewalks. The streets were lined from one end to the other with bars and porn theaters that streamed by us in a garish neon haze. Uneasiness began to intrude on my desire, but Daniel was quick to reassure me.

  “Don’t worry, I’m not going to bring you into one of those dives, and I didn’t hire the services of a professional for the evening, either.”

  “Thank you.”

  We drove into a small, badly lit alleyway. Where the hell is he taking us? I wondered, feeling vaguely uneasy again. We were now several streets down from the main strip, away from all the bars and soliciting. The driver stopped the car at last in front of an alleyway door on which there was a discreet little sign that read: “by appointment only.”

  Daniel paid the cab fare and then helped me out of the car. We opened the door, which led into a large front hallway that was practically wall-to-wall mirrors. No one was around. An assortment of carnival masks of every shape, color, and variety were hung up on the wall straight in front of us. They formed a circular pattern around another closed door. Some were decorated with lace and sequins while others were very plain. All of them were designed to cover the entire face, except for the mouth and chin.

  With a smile of tender reassurance, Daniel asked me to choose two of the masks. I did so, and then he gently placed one of them over my face before putting one on himself. He opened the second door and led me towards a counter that could have been the reception desk for an upscale downtown hotel. The hotel manager, if that was what he was, welcomed us with a polite nod and a discreet little smile.

  “Your names please?”

  “John and Mary.”

  “If you would like to follow me.”

  John and Mary? But what was this all about? My curiosity was piqued to the maximum and my nervousness increased just a touch. And these masks? Hmm…My mouth was beginning to water in spite of the creeping uncertainty. Our host guided us down a long corridor, which was modestly decorated with pastel-colored canvases. Was this a hotel? A restaurant? I hadn’t the slightest id
ea. He brought us into a large, circular, high-ceilinged room with appropriately subdued lighting.

  The walls seemed to be covered with glass panels—or was it mirrors? Our images were somewhat reflected as we walked in, but whatever it was looked too dark to be mirrors. On the other hand, there was no exterior light filtering in so I figured it surely couldn’t be glass, either. We looked around ourselves in amazement while the man who had accompanied us disappeared without a word. There was an enormous bed that was circular like the room and sat like a throne right in the middle of the floor. There were also some large, comfortable armchairs that sat against the “mirrors.”

  Daniel seemed to be just as surprised as I was by all of this.

  “It’s exactly the way they described it to me,” he said, “only better.”

  “But it’s so strange…is it a hotel?”

  “If you like, with a few subtle differences.”

  “Come.”

  At last I threw myself into his arms and we kissed every bit as passionately as we had in the taxi, if not more so. As he began searching for the quickest way to get me out of my dress, the lighting in the room suddenly dimmed a touch. I looked at the panels and realized that what I had initially thought were mirrors were actually windows. But these windows didn’t lead outside. This circular room was in fact the center stage in some kind of amphitheater, and I could now see groups of masked spectators surrounding us in the two levels of theater boxes, at least fifty of them, outside of here. They were shadowy figures, to be sure, but I could tell there were a lot of them. Some were alone and some were couples and all of them were obviously there to witness our frolics. The lighting shot up again at that moment so I was prevented from getting a really good look at our audience, but I had the impression that most of them, apart from the couples, were male. Everyone was poised and waiting for the show to begin.

  I could tell that Daniel was trying to glean my reaction to everything from under his mask. He seemed suddenly a lot less sure of himself. I needed to convey to him that this theater, this decor, was simply perfect, an unbelievable turn-on. I grabbed his hand, kissed it tenderly, and then guided it under my dress so that he could see, and feel for himself, the effect all of this was having on me. Then I took a few steps back and slowly removed my dress, flashing him my warmest smile so that he would understand how well he had succeeded in materializing a fantasy that was in fact beyond my wildest dreams. I walked slowly around the bed to make sure that every spectator could get a good look at what I had been hiding underneath my dress. I was voluptuously savoring my own provocativeness, the complete eroticism of the situation.