"How about it, honey? Will you do this for me?"

Jasmine's only answer was a slow, mischievous smile. She gathered her long blond hair, holding it out of the way as she turned her back to Craig and let him settle the black silk scarf over her eyes before tying it securely behind her head.

"Come over here, baby."

Craig took her hands in his, gently helping her to her feet and guiding her to the center of the room. Jasmine could feel the excitement building already. She couldn't see a thing, and having to trust Craig to lead her safely through the darkness was already turning her on.

They'd been out tonight, meeting up at the bar with his buddies. Craig had told her what to wear - he loved to dress her up and show her off. Jasmine thought it must be a guy thing, maybe some kind of dominance display, saying "Look what I've got" to all his friends.

Whatever the reason, she liked it. Dressing up (or down) was always fun, and she'd been the only girl in the group tonight. It was a simple outfit - a white blouse that was about two sizes too small, so that her breasts strained the buttons on the front, and a skirt so short that it showed off the tops of her black hold-up stockings, unless she was very careful how she walked and sat.

The looks and comments she'd gotten from Craig's friends had been extremely appreciative - even more so than usual. Sometimes, she'd caught them exchanging looks with Craig, as if they were all in on some secret she didn't know about. But whatever, being the center of attention of a group of hot, fit guys had had its usual effect on her, and by the time they got home, Jasmine was just about ready to jump on Craig the moment they got inside the door.

But he seemed to be in the mood to take things slower, much to Jasmine's frustration. The way he'd kept checking his watch was really annoying, too. Here she was, a raging bundle of hot, sexual energy, and he seemed more interested in what time it was.

Still, when he'd finally broached the subject of wanting to play a little game together, Jasmine had forgiven him.

Now she felt his strong fingers working their way down her blouse, opening one button after another to reveal her firm, high breasts. Her breath caught as his fingers brushed her hard nipples, sending delicious tingles through her body.

Her skirt and underwear soon followed her blouse to the floor, and Jasmine stood in the center of the room in nothing but stockings and high-heels - and the blindfold, of course.

"You're so beautiful."

A soft, tender kiss, and then Craig's hands on her shoulders, gently but firmly pressing her down.

The tiles were hard and cold against Jasmine's legs as she knelt on the floor. She thought about asking Craig for a cushion to kneel on, but she didn't want to spoil the moment.

It had been quite a while since she'd seen him so keen and eager - almost hungry for her. Not that there was anything wrong with their relationship. It was just that the initial desperation, when they hadn't been able to keep their hands off each other, or their clothes on, was starting to die down a little. So, Jasmine didn't want to risk breaking the fragile tension that was starting to build - the fluttering excitement in her chest.

When she heard the sound of his zipper from inches in front of her face, Jasmine's heart began to beat faster. The smell of him came next, musky and masculine, then she felt the heat of him against her skin. He must be have been pushing himself towards her face. Jasmine parted her lips expectantly and felt the hot, swollen head of Craig's member gently push between them. She licked her lips and tasted the sweetness of his pre-cum, then his hard shaft was sliding into her mouth.