Surprises
Smalls squirmed excitedly as she wrote me an email. “I have a special surprise for you! You can’t guess. It’s all set for next week! You’ll need to make time in the evening.”
I replied shortly. “Thanks. But you can’t surprise me in the evening, as I have a surprise for you that night. You should move your surprise to the afternoon.”
Smalls was crestfallen. We had been seeing each other for several months and in that time, I had arranged many surprises for her. Ropes, blindfolds, threesomes … was it too much to hope that she could finally show me what she could do? “Um, my surprise was requested first, Sir. Can’t you move your surprise?”
“No,” I replied. “You’ll need to move your surprise so that it is concluded by six thirty.”
Six thirty? Small frowned. Her surprise was to begin at seven. It had taken such work to coordinate. Why did she have to be the one to alter plans? What if that proved impossible? It would be nice if now and then her provisional owner weren’t so stubborn. Still, she had been given clear directions. Smalls sighed, tugged her collar, and set to amending her plans.
Smalls was waiting outside her door when I arrived. She was nude. “Still no new neighbor,” she smiled. “Now, Sir, may I please put this on you?” She revealed a blindfold behind her back.
“Oh, so now you’re blindfolding me?” I leaned to kiss her cheek, resting my hand on a breast. “That’s very sweet. Okay, let’s have it.” I closed my eyes as my head was wrapped in a scarf. She took my hand, offering reassurances as I followed disoriented into her home.
Smalls took my jacket and removed my shirt. She led me further inside and asked me to sit. “Don’t worry, Sir. There’s a chair behind you.” I reached behind, felt a chair back, and slowly lowered myself. “Don’t you trust me, Sir?” I felt her unlacing my shoes.
“I trust you more than I trust my own equilibrium. And hello, guest. Lovely weather, huh?”
Smalls laughed, removing my shoes. “What makes you so sure we aren’t alone, Sir?” She moved to unbuckle my belt.
“Perhaps we are. We’re pretty hot on our own. Don’t you think so, guest?” I raised my hips as my pants were lowered.
Smalls was still for a moment. She hummed assent to the quiet. “Now, Sir, there are some rules.” She took my cock in hand and began to tug gently. “First, you can touch what you are given.”
I reached forward to caress her hair. “That’s a hot rule.”
She pulled back. “Please, Sir. We can’t play if you don’t play by the rules.”
I retrieved my hand and smiled. “Okay, hon. Your scene, your rules.” I rested my palms on my bare thighs. “What else?”
Smalls was quiet again. “And, you have to do as we … um, as I say.”
I nodded. “I can comply with that. I know I’m safe with my Smalls.” Smalls was quiet for another moment. Suddenly, my cock was warm and wet, inside her familiar mouth. “Oh, so good …” I instinctively reached to pet her hair. She caught my hand and returned it to my thigh. I had been given simple directions, but evidently I would have trouble following them.
I felt a caress on my back, followed by hair draping between my shoulder blades. Was that straight hair, I wondered? It was long hair. Wasn’t it? I opened my nostrils. Did I recognize a scent? “May I touch?” I asked.
A moment passed. “No, Sir.” Smalls giggled conspiratorially.
“Hmmm,” I complained, resigning myself to being on the business end of a blindfold.
Smalls gagged as my cock grew into her throat, saliva already pooling under me in the chair. Hands gripped my skull. Firm. Feminine hands? Masculine? I needed to give up to the moment, I knew. I focused on Smalls’s mouth and sighed.
I was entirely relaxed when Smalls stopped. I felt her hand on mine. “Come on, Sir. Stand up and follow me.” I stood carefully and shuffled in stunted steps. I knew I was being led to the bed, but Smalls had recently rearranged her furniture. Was the side table still by the chair, or was it elsewhere? I laughed nervously. Another hand took my erection to help navigate me. Smalls? Or her collaborator?
I was laid out on the bed, on my back. Another silent conversation passed. My arms were positioned behind my head. Thighs lowered to hold them in place. I opened my mouth, lifting my tongue in expectation. Warmth enveloped my face. A taste told me it was Smalls. Her mouth returned to my cock. Her guest—male or female? singular or plural? —watched us devour one another.
Smalls sat back over my face. I continued licking her as a condom was rolled on my cock. “May I put something else on Sir’s cock?” I nodded and hummed assent into her pussy. (My pussy; didn’t I own my Smalls, at least provisionally?) My cock, bobbing in space, was held steady and guided into another pussy. Pubic hair. Wet. Soft, thin thighs.
I instantly knew who this was. Smalls and I had met her at a play party on a recent Sunday. She had noticed me punching Smalls’s chest and came over to make introductions. I was soon fucking them both. I stacked them so that they kissed as I moved between their pussies. (My pussy, and that of our new acquaintance, burning through condoms as I moved from one to the other.) We had turned heads when I spanked this new woman (Sharon? Or did she say Sherry?), as this wasn’t that sort of party.
The woman turned up at another party on second Sunday—she was Sharon, it turned out—and the three of us had wound up together again. We were four when Kay joined us. I asked for private date, and on third Sunday, we finally got to know one another a bit, talking between rounds of sex.
Now, here she was again, riding my blind body. My restricted hands ached to confirm her.
“Now, that’s a Sunday kind of pussy,” I mused.
“Sir, would you care to fuck her ass?” Smalls lifted her pussy—my pussy—from my mouth so I could reply.
“Yes.” I smiled. “I think I might like that.”
“Thought you might.” Smalls was quiet for a moment. “No,” she answered to an unspoken question. “The lube is right behind you, on that trunk.” The woman on my cock leaned back and, as she did so, stiff boning brushed my leg.
“A corset?” I guessed.
A voice giggled. “I guess the jig is up,” Halo laughed.
“Halo? Jesus Christ! I had no idea.”
“Who else would it be, Sir?” Smalls asked.
“I don’t know …” I felt a little awkward. Shouldn’t I have recognized Halo’s body on my cock? I certainly wasn’t disappointed to have been mistaken—if you knew Halo, you can’t imagine I would be—but I had been fairly certain otherwise. Blindfold or no, I had beaten the game. It turned out that the game had beaten me.
My blindfold was removed. I grinned at the faces smiling down at me. “You got me,” I confessed.
Some sex, some drinks and suddenly, six thirty loomed. I said we needed to get dressed. I reached for my pants.
“Is your surprise coming here, Sir? Or are we going to your place?”
“Just get dressed,” I said, pouring another quick shot of bourbon. Halo watched me give direction to Smalls.
“What should I wear?” Smalls looked in her closet. “Something modest or revealing? I can wear a dress if Sir wants.”
“Something comfortable,” I suggested. I smiled to Halo. I was giving nothing away. She smirked and raised her glass.
“Okay, something comfortable.” She pulled out a dress. “Like this, Sir?”
“I’m fully dressed and waiting on you.” I sat down and pulled Halo into my lap.
“Okay, let me go to the bathroom … I think I’ll wear these shoes. Or the boots? I picked up some wine to bring. I hope Chardonnay is okay? I didn’t know if we’d be eating, or what we’d be eating …”
“Leave the wine,” I replied.
“You’re enjoying this,” Halo whispered in my ear.
“I do believe she’s figured out that we have sex plans,” I whispered back.
Halo looked at me. I told her my plans. “Oh, I want to see her face when she realizes. Can I come with you?”
“To a point,” I said.
We were running late, I urged. We rushed down the sidewalk and caught a cab. I gave the driver an intersection. “That’s not your place, Sir,” Smalls noted querulously. “Where are we going?”
I turned to Halo. “It was so nice to see you today.”
“Nice to see you too, Jefferson.”
“Urgh, I hate not knowing,” Smalls groaned. “But I do like surprises.”
The cab mired in traffic. “Okay, everyone out,” I ordered. “We can walk faster.”
We rushed through crowded sidewalks, our pulses racing. “We can skip even faster, Sir!” Smalls took Halo’s hand. “Come on!”
I walked briskly, watching the two of them skip through people blind to their excitement, to their shared success in pulling the wool over my eyes, to their thrill in racing to the next unseen surprise.
“Far enough,” I called, running to catch up. “We’re here!”
Smalls looked up. “Seriously?” Her mouth gaped as she turned to beam at me. “Really?”
“That’s the face I wanted to see,” Halo laughed.
“Surprised?” I asked.
“Uh, yeah!” Smalls bounced as Halo hugged her. Halo kissed me and wished us a good night. She skipped away down Forty-fifth Street, turning to wave before vanishing into the crowd.
Smalls looked at me. “Hair? Seriously? We’re seeing Hair?”
“Of course. What did you expect?” I leaned to her ear. “I hear there’s s-e-x.” She laughed as I took her elbow, pushed a ticket into her hand and hurried her into the lobby.