Who's Touching Me?

"Have you ever played 'Who's Touching You'?"
she asked me with a grin,
combing through her raven curls,
with one eye spared for me.

"'Who's Touching You'?",
I asked,
they shared an amused smile.
"Who's Touching You."
They both replied,
and started showing skin.

Off came the shirts, first hers, then his,
she started in on mine,
I gave a cautious chuckle,
as they forced me to recline.

"'Who's Touching You'",
she began to say,
"is a completely wonderful game."
a black bandanna found it's way
around my nervous eyes.

"You see, the rules are simple,
once the game gets into gear.
You have to tell who's touching you,
from what you feel and hear.
Believe me, you'll have fun!"

Everything was black,
as I felt them take my hands,
and tie them 'cross the bed,
post-to-post with satin scarves.

A shuffle and they switched places,
so there was no way I could know.
A tongue found my hardened nipple,
The other, traced my navel,
round in circles, nice and slow.

I gave a gasp of shocked surprise,
under the blindfold, my widened eyes,
were fluttering slowly closed.

The mouth upon my navel moved,
a sinuous decline,
and paused between my trembling thighs,
to get a little taste,
a hand moved up to cup my breast,
the other mouth, replaced,
sought out my moaning lips.

My mouth embraced the searching tongue,
against my bonds I writhed,
all thoughts of guessing who was who,
banished from my mind.

The mouth between my thighs was soft,
and a finger sought it's way,
into my honey-moistened folds
where it then began to play,
gliding quickly in and out.

A hand massaging each my breasts,
the nipples pinched and pulled,
a tongue upon my clit,
while the fingers raced inside
my clenched, convulsing slit.

I gave a strangled scream,
into the mouth molesting mine,
and my body strained my bonds,
as it trembled, and squirmed, supine.

The fingers drowned in juices,
as the mouth quickly lapped them up,
a hand dropping to hold down my hips,
while the other mouth licked and bit my lips,
before breaking away.

As I lie, blissfully unaware,
my hands and feet were freed,
the blindfold taken from closed eyes,
while I lie panting, my chest heaved.

She chuckled, giving me one soft kiss,
as he pulled on his clothes,
"So, who was touching you?", she asked
her hand running through my hair.
"I don't know", I murmured wearily,
"And to be honest - I don't care."