Mistaken Identity

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Introduction: Ever wonder if you really could tell one person from the next if you couldnt see? You know, one of those moments when the lights go out suddenly and you cant see anything. The drive was long and once inside, I headed straight for a quick shower. It was already late in the night and figured he would be asleep.

The hot shower was refreshing, but I felt the creep of sleep taking over. It was out of the shower into his bedroom. The moonlight filtered in revealing the welcomed sight asleep under the sheets. I slipped off my robe and crawled into bed.

My boyfriends scent made me smile, it stirred in me a lust that I had suppressed the entire week. For a moment I starred at his physique resting next to me. My mind wandered, evoking images of us together. My sexual urge was easily pushing aside my ideas of sleep.

I was not in the mood for a hard fuck and decided to go with the subtle approach. My fingers traced the muscles of his bicep, to his back, down to his thigh. I searched for the hot spots that would turn him on.

Oddly, they are not always in the same place, none-the-less easy to find.

I could sense the shallow moans, but he was in a deep slumber, or was he simply playing with me and wanted more attention? I continued to explore his body waiting for a sign to let me go further. He rolled onto his back releasing a guttural moan.

My touch traced across his abs up to his nipples, hard as rock.

Taking one in my mouth, between my teeth, not hard, just a soft nibble before using my tongue, provoked him, forcing him into a more lucid state.

He squirmed and gasped with every lick. Without wasting any more time, my hands moved on to other areas, down his now flexed belly, over the soft patch of hair, to his throbbing cock.

Wait, did he trim? I moved back up to feel the close cut of his hair, a bit prickly, but much like the feel after a fresh haircut.

I stopped for a moment. Was he expecting me? Was this some sort of seduction gone wrong because I came over too late? Without sight, it was all about texture, a nice change of pace.

He moaned in approval of my exploration. Still no words, but I did not expect any. His other nipple waited patiently for my attention while my hand worked down his shaft to his soft sac at the base. I never took notice of how soft it actually was and how large it felt.

It moved, his testicles flinched against my touch. Fascinating. Next nipple and now it was time to see how deft I could be. I needed to get myself ready.

Not like I wasnt already wet, but I wanted to be closer to my own orgasm. I did not have the advantage of my first one with his tongue or fingers. I was on my own. His hips rose and fell against my attentive hand.

My mouth remained on his nipple while my other hand dipped inside my pussy, rubbing my clit in the process. Enough of this, I moved over his legs, so muscular and toned, something I definitely loved about him. . .