Kissed by the moon

The rhythmic whoosh of the shower filled the air, a stark contrast to the frantic drumming of your heart. Blinded by the makeshift fabric, the world was a blurry canvas of darkness. Yet, your imagination ran wild, conjuring images of Lulu in the steamy shower stall.

You pictured water cascading down her toned form, highlighting the delicate curves of her waist and the slight asymmetry of her perky breasts, a detail you found strangely endearing. You envisioned the water tracing a path down the smooth expanse of her back, disappearing beneath the swell of her buttocks, the very sight of which had fueled so many of your fantasies. She was a vision, a goddess sculpted by moonlight and water droplets.

The image was both arousing and frustrating. The knowledge of the pleasure she'd just experienced with another man, the memory of her gasps and moans echoing in your mind, fueled a potent cocktail of emotions within you.

The sound of the shower shutting off abruptly snapped you back to reality. A moment of silence followed, heavy with anticipation, before Lulu's voice filled the room. Her soft footsteps, approaching from behind you, were interrupted by a husky whisper close to your ear, "If you could see, the first thing you'd notice is the dampness. Everywhere. Little droplets clinging to my skin, tracing paths down my shoulders, trickling between my breasts." You could practically feel her heat radiating through the thin fabric of your blindfold.

She moved further away, the rustle of fabric announcing her movements. "My hair would be plastered to my back, damp tendrils clinging to my neck. You'd see the way the water clings to every curve, highlighting the definition in my arms, the slight taper of your waist."

Suddenly, Lulu exclaimed, "Alright, darling," clapping her hands, her voice dripping with a playful yet strangely cruel edge. "Let the show begin!" A click echoed through the room, followed by a sudden flood of light as she turned on every available lamp. You flinched under the sudden **** of brightness, the blindfold filtering out some of the harshness but offering little protection from the overall intensity.

You could almost hear the teasing smile in her voice. Even with your sight blocked, you could sense her moving closer, the damp scent of her shampoo filling your nostrils. The sound of a window creaking open filled the air, followed by another, and another. "Fresh air feels amazing right now," she murmured. You winced, picturing the cool night breeze sending shivers across her already damp skin.

"And the view," she continued, her voice tinged with a mischievous thrill, "Absolutely breathtaking, wouldn't you say? Even with those pesky blinders on." "Much better! she teased as she flung open the blinds "Who needs privacy, let the world watch"

A tense silence followed, broken only by the distant murmur of the beach party and the rhythmic whoosh of the waves. You had no idea what she was planning, but a knot of apprehension tightened in your gut. A breathless giggle, tinged with a hint of mischief, danced on the edge of hearing. A fait 'shhh-shhh' sound crept towards the door like someone shuffling their feet to minimize noise.
The blindfold pressed against your eyes, a suffocating barrier to the world beyond. Images flickered in the darkness, fueled only by the sounds that swirled around you– Lulu, bathed in the pale moonlight, her wet form outlined against the backdrop of the star-dusted sky. The unmistakable sound of bare feet scraping on wood confirmed your suspicions. A shiver danced down your spine as you imagined her stepping onto the exposed patio, the cool night air instantly sending goosebumps across her already damp skin.

Suddenly, her voice filled the air, a playful lilt dancing across the words. "Imagine this," she began, her voice a husky whisper. "."^ You could practically feel a phantom chill race down your spine.

The air snagged in your throat, a captive butterfly struggling for release. Lulu's voice, a husky whisper, painted a picture hotter than the California sun. "Imagine this, babe," she purred, "Me, standing right outside the door, the cool night air kissing my moist, naked skin.

You squeezed your eyes shut tighter, picturing her standing there, the moonlight outlining the smooth curves you knew so well. A thin sheet of water clung to her, teasing the outline of her perfect figure.

"Can you see it?" she teased, her voice closer now. "The water tracing a path down my legs, all the way..." She trailed off, leaving the image hanging, fat with unspoken desire, "moonlight bouncing off my wet skin like a million tiny diamonds."

Your breath hitched. Upwards, your mind followed the trail, **** to see more. "The moonlight," you thought, picturing the way it would catch on the high points of her body, highlighting those sexy shoulders you loved to kiss, the way they sloped down into those toned arms you longed to hold. And then, your gaze, imagined of course, would travel upwards to her neck, the pulse point there already throbbing in time with your quickening heartbeat. You knew exactly where your gaze would land - her breasts, those perfect mounds that fit so comfortably in your palms. The moonlight, you envisioned, would dance on their surface, transforming them into tiny, pearlescent moons, their peaks straining against the cool night air, each one a testament to their undeniable allure.

"And these," she whispered, her voice right by your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You could practically feel her breath against your cheek. "Imagine them," she continued, her voice a devilish purr, "all perky and sensitive from the shower, begging for attention."

Perky. The word exploded in your mind, conjuring an image of her breasts, their perfect fullness emphasized by the clinging water. You pictured the delicate peaks straining against the cool night air, each one a tiny beacon of desire.

"Just begging for a touch," she sighed dramatically, her voice a low rumble that sent a jolt through your core. You could practically feel the warmth of her hand enveloping one breast, her thumb gently caressing the sensitive peak in a slow, circular motion. A gasp escaped your lips, a mixture of frustration and **** yearning. "Mmm," she moaned softly, her voice carrying the image right to your ear. "See how sensitive they are? They just want some attention." As she grazed the other peak with her fingertips "the just wanting to be cupped and played with like this, sending shiver dancing down your spine. The image in your mind was so vivid, you could almost feel the soft flesh giving way under her touch, the gentle pressure sending a rush of heat straight to your core.

A small, teasing laugh escaped her lips. "And down below," she continued, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, "can you imagine? My little peach, all smooth and tight, catching the moonlight like a beacon in the dark."

Your breath hitched. The image flooded your mind - the smooth curve of her backside, the moonlight outlining its perfect shape. You pictured a single, glistening droplet of water clinging to the soft flesh, a tiny diamond reflecting the pale light.

"Just waiting," she purred, stretching out the word for emphasis, "for someone to come admire it." The frustration was a physical ache now, a tight coil knotting in your stomach. The blindfold, once a playful part of the game, now felt like a cruel torment, keeping you a prisoner in a world of sightless desire.

"And down below," she echoed, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial hush, "the water clinging there too, outlining every delicious curve." Your mind raced, picturing the way the moonlight would play on the soft skin of her backside, the gentle sway of her hips you loved so much.

"Can you imagine it, babe?" she taunted, her voice laced with amusement. "A perfect little heart, sculpted by the moonlight, begging for a touch, just wanting to be played with, begging to be squeezed"

She paused, letting the silence hang heavy in the air. "Who knows," she whispered, her voice barely audible, "I am here all ****, naked and alone, just longing for a warm, embracing touch. My butt feels so cold and lonely..."

The words hung in the air, a tantalizing promise laced with a hint of vulnerability. You ached to reach out, to comfort her, to feel the warmth of her skin against yours. But you were bound, a helpless observer in a world of your own.

The frustration gnawed at you, a relentless ache that mirrored the growing heat in your core. The blindfold, once a playful part of the game, now felt like a cruel torment. It kept you captive in a world devoid of touch, while your mind, fueled by her intoxicating words, painted a masterpiece of forbidden sensation. You ached to reach out, to feel the cool moonlight on your own skin, to be a part of the scene she was so vividly describing. But you were bound, a helpless observer in a world of your own imagination, fueled by Lulu's playful cruelty.

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