Blind Woman's Buff: a Sapphic Orgy

Blind man's buff - Who hasn't played that classic game at least once in their life? It was one of my favorite games when I was a little girl and it was already a thing in Ancient Greece. I guess we could say oldie but goodie.

The other day, as I was daydreaming I found myself thinking about playing that game and quickly came to realize how arousing it was. I imagined being a young woman in Ancient Greece having a picnic with a group of lady friends. It was a sunny afternoon and we had picked the dreamiest spot. A lush meadow bathed in sunlight. We were wearing flowy togas that draped over our feminine figures and eating fresh fruit among the butterflies. When we were done eating we thought it would be fun to play blind man's buff (or should I call it blind woman's buff?). So we all drew straws - except for a couple of girls who were already napping under the shade of a tree. Chance chose me. One of the girls proceeded to tie a long piece of cotton cloth around my head and after that I felt a horde of hands softly grasping my body making me spin round and round. I couldn't see but I could hear their bare feet rustling through the grass. I followed the sound of their giggles fumbling my way along, groping whatever touched my fingertips. Body parts were tricky to identify and it rapidly became very erotic. I fondled everything I could grab onto. It all felt so soft, warm, and squishy. I had the strong impression that my girlfriends' togas were gone. Suddenly my index finger bumped into a proud nipple. Its owner's hand quickly covered mine and pressed my palm harder against her breast. I heard a deep moan. And without warning I felt a thousand kisses on the nape of my neck and someone started gently sucking on my fingertips. I could now hear the girls moan in unisson, kissing and touching one another. Nobody was napping under a tree no more at this point. I was already dripping wet when a swarm of eager hands finally undressed me. Blind woman's buff had irreversibly turned into an intense sapphic orgy among the butterflies.

Once our thirst for sex was quenched at last, our bodies limp, glistening with sweat and other juices, I took my blindfold off.

I looked tenderly at my exhausted lovers lying naked on the grass. Now was a perfect time to take a nap after all.