A silent tease

Anita's dark eyes gleamed as she leaned forward, her naked body arching with predatory grace. "Oh Cathy," she purred, her fingers tracing idle circles on her own thigh. "I dare you to let Jo explore your body with just her hands for two minutes while you stay completely silent. If you make a sound, you have to remove another article of clothing."

Cathy's breath hitched, her plump lips parting slightly. The room seemed to hold its collective breath as Jo's delicate hands lifted, her blind eyes somehow finding Cathy's direction unerringly.

"Come here, beautiful," Jo murmured, her voice like velvet.

Cathy rose on shaky legs, her full C-cups bouncing slightly with each step. When she stood before Jo, the blind girl's hands found her waist first - featherlight touches tracing the soft curve of her hips through the thin satin of her panties.

Jo's fingers danced upward, tracing Cathy's ribcage with exquisite slowness. The blonde bit her lip hard when those clever hands found the underside of her breasts, thumbs brushing just beneath the swell where the lace of her bra ended. A whimper threatened to escape as Jo's fingertips ghosted over her stiff nipples through the fabric, but Cathy clenched her jaw, determined not to lose.

The blind girl smirked, sensing her struggle. Her hands moved downward again, tracing the dip of Cathy's waist before sliding around to cup her heart-shaped ass. Jo squeezed gently, then more firmly, her fingers pressing into the plush flesh until Cathy's panties rode up between her cheeks.

Cathy's breath came in short, sharp bursts through her nose. When Jo's fingers suddenly dipped lower, tracing the dampening fabric between her thighs, a tiny "mmph!" escaped before she could stop it.

"Ah-ah," Anita sing-songed, pointing at Cathy's bra. "That counts, blondie. Off it comes."

With trembling fingers, Cathy reached behind her back and unclasped the lacy garment. Her full breasts bounced free, pink nipples already pebbled and aching. Jo didn't wait for permission - her hands immediately claimed the soft flesh, thumbs circling the stiff peaks with just enough pressure to make Cathy's knees weak.

The remaining minute passed in agonizing pleasure - Jo's knowing fingers exploring every curve, every sensitive spot while Cathy stood quivering, her skin flushed from collarbones to cheeks. When time was finally called, Cathy nearly collapsed back onto the couch, her chest heaving.

"F-fuck," she panted, fanning her overheated skin. Then her blue eyes locked onto Anita's smug expression. "Oh you're going to pay for that," she growled, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Anita - truth or dare?"

Anita stretched lazily, her naked body gleaming in the lamplight. "Dare, obviously," she purred, her dark eyes challenging.