I glance at the digital clock beside the motel room bed, the 4:30 late afternoon sun pouring brightly through the window. The sun wasn't the only thing about to go down... I whisper in my blindfolded woman's ear to sit on her knees with her legs apart and hold onto the headboard. I lay on my back on the soft mattress and slide between her thighs, under her arse, pushing her legs a little wider until my shoulders were betw...

After a couple of moments I began to feel the growing warmth of my chest against her back and my thighs against her arse. Her long brown hair at my nose smelt of apple shampoo. Her short post-orgasm rest - or rather my rest, since I had done all the servicing - was just that. Short. Blindfolded, she moved in a flurry down the bed, flinging the bed covers aside, her hands groping aimlessly for clues that she was heading in...

I glanced and checked the black mask still covered her eyes. Below her nose, her lips were gently together in a relaxed state, oh so inviting. But now it was time to head further south. She still hadn't ever set eyes on me. At this point I gently grabbed her hand in mine and then moved my butt around and rubbed her hand over my panty-clad arse. I loved the feel of her warm hands around the curves of my bum. The feel of he...

I could see her skin was beautifully smooth as she lay there motionless in the black blindfold, afternoon autumn sunlight streaming through the window onto her pale body. I stood there at the foot of the bed, feeling sexy in her silky lacy lingerie. This was erotic My mind sent back to the endless emails we had had, her fantasies and mine. My barefeet silently walked around the bed to the side of her. I slowly lowered my...

The motel unit was simple, but comfortable. Slightly dark with the front curtains closed where I entered. I put my right foot behind the heel of my left and removed my shoes one by one without bending down. Unbuttoned my long sleeve shirt from the top going down. It was Hawkes Bay, so it wasn't cold, despite being autumn. I could hear 90s music playing softly from another room behind the lounge. As I unzipped my jeans and...

We had been chatting online for months. Lockdown was part of that. We had been e-mailing daily. Often more than once. For weeks on end. The internet made Palmy and Hawkes Bay closer even in times when your work colleagues felt further apart. We talked. About Sports. Work. Our children. Family. Troubles. Eventually it lead to talk of previous partners. Past sex. My kinks and curiosities. Her openminded willingness to explo...