Saving Savannah

The hand that led me moved to my back, pushing me gently forward. I felt the arm of the couch beneath my stomach. The hand kept pressing me forward, bending me at the waist. A knee nudged its way between mine, spreading my legs.

“Oh…” I chuckled softly. “Okay.”

Two hands lifted my skirt. They smoothed their way over my thong-covered ass, then slid back down taking my panties with them.

Won’t be needing those tonight, I guess.

I wouldn’t of course. I just didn’t expect to lose them so… quickly.

“Hmmm…” I said. “If I had to guess, I think—”

“Shhhh…”

A pair of lips brushed my ass, planting soft kisses all along my heated skin. A hand slid its way between my legs, where I was already slick with anticipation. A moment later, a pair of fingers delved wetly inside.

“Oh…. Okayyy…”

I exhaled slowly, resigned to enjoy it. To just roll with the mystery for now, and take in the exquisite sensations of being pleasured — at least orally — from behind.

Mmmmmm…

Two hands spread my cheeks, as a warm tongue fluttered against my folds. I could feel my lover pushing his way in. Devouring me feverishly while working his fingers in and out of my pussy, as I found one of the couch pillows and placed it beneath my head.

I could come just like this.

There was something intrinsically hot about being worshiped by a strange, yet familiar tongue. To be unsure about who it was back there, but to enjoy that anonymity in the most wicked of ways.

I was panting. Squirming. Thrusting my ass backward, against my lover’s stubbled face. And then suddenly he was standing, gripping me from behind. I heard the sound of a belt buckle, followed by the almost noiseless rasp of fabric hitting the floor.

He entered me gently but insistently, filling me in one long, confident stroke. I heard a hiss of satisfaction. A sharp intake of air, as he flexed his fingers and began screwing me with gyrating, rhythmic thrusts.

“Erik.”

The hiss turned into a grumble, followed by a series of low curse words. I laughed out loud, as he continued dogging me deliciously.

“How the hell did you know?”

“Your hands,” I said, enjoying the ride. “Zane and Roman grab my hips, but you like my ass too much. The second your fingers dug in there, I knew.”

He continued pumping me for a while, even though he’d lost the round. Which, according to the ‘rules’ the guys had come up with, meant he had to pass me on to my next mystery lover… and the next room of our beautiful new home.

Oh, what a difference a year makes.

“I’ll be back,” said Erik, in his best Terminator-esque voice. Reluctantly — for the both of us — he withdrew.

I used the arm of the couch to right myself, and felt Erik take me by the arms. He spun me around several times in a circle, like pin the tail on the donkey, then led me dizzily in some random direction… only to pass me off to the next set of hands.

“She’s all yours, man,” he grunted. “For now.”

My second lover took me across an open expanse, turning me this way and that. Probably leading me in circles, I realized. To fool me into not knowing where we were going next.

But the second I felt the tiled floor beneath my feet, it was all over.

“Kitchen,” I giggled. “Or wait… bathroom?” I raised my arms and extended them as far as they would go, fingertips and all. “No,” I corrected myself. “Definitely the kitchen.”

My latest boyfriend responded my nibbling my ear, or at least the part of it still exposed beneath the blindfold. A wave of goosebumps rippled through me, as he began positioning me backwards… and right onto something firm yet high.

I could feel pillows beneath my back. Covered by blankets, most likely. My legs went up, the backs of my knees sliding over a pair of warm, hard shoulders. And that’s when I knew I was about to be fucked on our kitchen table.