While sitting at work you receive a text message from me: "Can you clear your evening? I would love for you to come over." You think to yourself, "that's odd", but then you remember the good times you've had when you've come over in the past, and you trust me that tonight will be no different. We've talked about many fantasies in the past, and you know that I enjoy curating a new experience for you. 

When you come over that evening, I immediately take you to the dining room where you see a folded blanket on the sturdy wooden dining room table. You think that's odd but I interrupt your thought by telling you to spread the blanket over the table, get naked, and lay down on your back. 

"UMM, Why?" you protest in shock. You know that I do not tell you why, and my smirk reminds you. Am I going to use you as my muse for painting? Maybe, but you are not sure.

You do as you are told and lay out, feeling a slightly cool draft over your body reminding you that you are indeed completely naked. I give you a small pillow and as you lift your head for it, I also slip on a blindfold. "WHAT??" you protest again in shock. My only reply is that you are not allowed to touch the blindfold.

Minutes go by and not a sound. You know that I left the room but your mind races to think what could I possibly be planning for you. 

And then footsteps. Your nerves are tingling knowing I'm on my way back. But wait... you hear more than just my footsteps. What is going on? All the sudden hands start to touch your body. Not one, not two, but maybe 4 or 5. Then more.. The hands are ever so gently caressing your body, all over. The sensations are messing with your mind, giving you a little euphoric high. You try to figure out how many hands are touching you. Can it be a half dozen  people standing around? You don't know because you can't think straight! 

The touches remain gentle and indirect. Very light whispering of the fingertips, palms, back of hands, and even a little bit of fingernails brushing against you. There are hands on your calves, feet, inner thighs, and even up as far as tracing your ear with care and finesse. You are starting to squirm. 

The group shifts their technique from soft and unassuming to more firm and direct. The caresses become accompanied by little grabs, grips, and slaps. Oh this has you squirming even more as the grips begin to tickle your sensations. The fact that you can't see anything enhances your touch reception and your mind is on a different level right now. 

Some of the hands begin to focus on your more private, and sensitive areas. Your legs naturally, almost involuntarily open up for these stranger's hands to get more intimate with you. Some of them are grabbing parts of your boobs, while others are flipping over your nipples, stimulating them to grow so they are more pinchable. The hand between your legs is cupping your entire pussy with some pressure. It then lets go and gives your vulva a slap. Your body jumps to this new sensation.

A few fingers begin pinching your nipples, and other hands grip the side of your neck as if they will pull you in for a kiss. The hand between your legs starts to use one finger to trace your labia, the outer first and working to the inner second. That finger goes in. The other hands respond to your gasp by gripping harder. That finger carefully explores every inch, and applies pressure on your gspot. Suddenly another hand  traces your clit. It gives you a little tease. By now you are ready for it to be rubbed back and forth but the gentle touches leave you on the edge of begging for more.

And then it begins, that hand rubs on the hood of your clit, the other inserts a second finger and motions to your pussy, "come here". The feeling is building you, you are in a deep state of bliss and might cum any minute. Then you feel a toy slap your boob right across your nipple. It's a flogger and you absolutely loved that slap. It moves up to your face, hitting your cheek, hitting your lips. Then it moves down, or perhaps gets passed down... to another person, who hits it against your thighs, so, so close to your pussy. 

It sends you over the edge. All the hands, the massaging, the play on your nipples. You couldn't take it any longer and begin cuming, convulsing, and moaning out loud. All of the hands continue to work on you and ensure that they prolong this feeling for as long as possible. 

You come down from that orgasm, super wet, sweaty, and frazzled. The hands slow down and eventually lift away. You are in a blissful state of mind, awake, but hardly, almost like having a great dream. The many hands walk away and leave. I allow you to rest for as long as you need it, seeing that there is a huge smile on your face. 

When you start to turn, I take off the blindfold. I invite you to take a warm, relaxing showing, and help you stand up and walk because your legs are still shaky.  

You still have no idea who these people are that gave you such immense pleasure. Some of them could have been your neighbors, or even coworkers. You'll never ask, and I'll never tell.