A Walk in the Park · Part 2 (2/2)
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He said obviously noticing her gaze. “I said I was going to the DIY store.
We have to put up a washing line for a client.”
It sounded plausible enough. He put the bag down just inside the door.
“So, do I get the tour? Looks like you’ve got plenty of room, especially compared to my flat.”
“I inherited it.” She lied. The truth was she hardly noticed the mortgage on her salary. “I will show you round if you like You may as well start in the kitchen while I fix these flowers…”
The Kitchen was large and functional. She ruffled around under the sink and found a vase, a splosh of water and unceremoniously dumped the bunch in. She may sort it out later, when she was alone.
He seemed unusually interested as she led him around the rest of the house. He examined her bookshelves carefully, and looked over her ornaments with more than a cursory glance. His gaze seemed to linger on the magazine on the lounge table. There was nothing to be seen. She had played hostess more than once for work. Her house was as innocuous as possible. Any secrets would be well hidden.
“Would you like to ruffle through my drawers and cupboards too?”
He flushed visibly. “Was I looking that intensely?”
“If I knew what you were looking for I might be able to help.
His embarrassment grew steadily. “Well…….”
“Go on.”
“I had an inkling you might be interested in something. But…”
“What?
“Spit it out.”
“I’m not sure. This might be the end of a promising relationship.”
“We haven’t started yet. How can it be the end.
Now we are both adults. What are you looking for?”
“Well you seemed so obsessed with what I carried, and the look on your face when I walked in with the clothes line.”
It was now Sophia’s turn to grow bright red. She flushed wildly. “I have a vivid imagination.” She explained weakly “The question I was trying to answer was whether you were obsessed with such things, afraid of such things, curious or just plain whacky. And I am still not sure. There is nothing to indicate an interest in Bondage or the like, so I can only conclude that you are afraid in some manner. Or Whacky.” He added as an afterthought.
“So you want to see my dungeon?” She said as flatly as she possibly could. Martin took a few seconds to decide whether she was telling the truth before breaking in to a wide grin.
“You had me going for a second there. Does this mean you are interested, or not?”
“It depends what you mean by interested. I’m curious, but I’m not about to tie you up, or let you do the same to me.
I’ve never done such things and would not even dream of it with someone I hardly know.” Martin visibly relaxed.
“Well I admit that I am interested. But, I have never tied any one up or been tied up either. I do have magazines and books on the subject but that is about as far as I have got. May be we can explore such things some time, but for now I think we need to get to know each other better.”
“So you’ve got magazines? What sort of magazines?
I did not think such things were allowed in this country.”
“You really are more than a little obsessed aren’t you? Tell you what, I’ll bring some round next time, you can see for yourself.”
“Fancy a coffee?”
“I thought you’d never ask. I don’t get real coffee very often and that smell has been driving me wild.”
“Go into the lounge and I’ll bring some in. Milk, Sugar?”
“Neither thank you.
“You’re easy to please.
Going back into the lounge Martin remembered the computer. Sophia walked in with a couple of steaming mugs.
“We won’t stand on ceremony.” Martin Nodded.
“Say, are you hooked up to the net?
“Sure.” She said “You can’t be in business without E-mail nower days.”
“How about surfing?”
“I tried it once. All I got was a screen full of boxes pushing every obscene act you could think of, or else it took forever to load and then they wanted your credit card details. I gave up.”
“May I?”
“Go ahead. I paid enough for the damn thing I might as well get some fun out of it.”
Sophia watched amazed as Martin typed clicked and whizzed his way through numerous web pages and within minutes the screen was full of little pictures of women bound and gagged in all manner of positions.
“If you click on one of the small pictures, or thumbnails as they are termed, you get a larger version that fills the screen.”
“Try that one.” She said pointing at a girl in what she thought was a classic looking position, hands behind, feet together, some sort of ball in her mouth. As the picture unscrolled she could see ropes wound around the girl’s upper body. Her hands were behind her and held close to her bound legs making her bend backwards. The ropes looked like they were tight and bit into her. Her face looked strained behind the gag.
“Looks dreadfully uncomfortable.” She commented. “Why would you do it?”
“Yes, some of the pictures look painful, it seems that people do not associate bondage with sexual pleasure. More like punishment or hurting. I do not like that sort of thing. I look at it more as a teasing and pleasuring type of thing.”
“How do you mean?”
“Well, how do you react if someone runs a hand gently up the inside of your leg?”
“I go through the roof. I can’t stand it. One person I was with tried it and I kicked him in the head.”
“Hmm, not very sexy. But what if you were tied down say like this.”
Sophia watched as another picture unfolded. This girl was also naked but tied to a chair. Her arms were again behind her with ropes around her chest but the face was not wracked in pain, more a look of arousal.
Her legs were parted, tied to each leg of the chair. She looked vulnerable but excited. Suddenly Sophia's heart jumped, like she was going over a big wheel.
Blood rushed to her cheeks, her palms sweated and her knickers felt damp.
Martin turned round and saw her and started making apologies to leave.
“No” she pleaded. “don't go. I need you here, now.”
Martin was perplexed.
“What do you want? Sex?”
“No! Well not exactly. I want to be her.”
“You want me to tie you to a chair?”
“And tease me to orgasm, yes.”
“But I thought we said.”
“To hell with what we said. Will you or won’t you?”
“Have you got any rope?”
“No but you have. There's some scissors in the kitchen drawer by the sink. Hurry.”
Martin could not believe it. He rushed out to the hall and picked up his bag. Went to the kitchen and found the scissors, then returned to the lounge expecting to find Sophia sitting calmly and to laugh it off. What he saw made his heart beat faster. Sophia was naked. Sitting on a chair hands, behind her eyes shut tight, and mouth almost drooling. Her body was tense, almost locked in position of it’s own accord. He could see perspiration and could sense an electric tension and excitement.
“We need a safety word.” He stammered.
“Something that means stop, untie me.”
“England.” she blurted.
Martin ripped apart he clothes line and cut off a length. He clumsily wrapped it round her wrists and tied it off to the chair.
He took another length around her waist, round the back of the chair and over her now secure hands. He attached each ankle to a chair leg and then glanced over at the computer screen. They were still on line. He disconnected, knowing that the picture would still show, until the screen saver kicked in. He positioned her thighs by running a rope under the seat and looping it over the top of each leg as he pulled it taught. She was forced open. Finally he ran the rest of the rope around her upper body above and below her breasts but not onto them. He then stood back to admire his handy work. Sophia had hardly flinched since he started, she had been almost rigid, fixed in the position she had sat. Her eyes had stayed tightly shut and her breathing was short and laboured.
“You can relax now, it is done.” He said quietly.
Her eyes flew open and he watched as she tried to move and realised that it was impossible. There was a frantic writhing as the truth dawned on her.
“If you’ve changed your mind you know what to say.” He said gently.
Sophia stopped struggling and the tension left her arms and legs. She looked up and smiled.
“Well you’ve got me as you wanted. Now what?”
“Well…” He said slowly. “I have just ruined a perfectly good clothes line. So I intend to get my money's worth. I intend to explore every part of that body of yours and discover how you tick. But first, as you have bared all for me I think it only fair that I should do the same for you.”
He tugged at the tie with gusto. He had her attention now. Her body tensed against its bonds as he started to strip for her. He was big, but not clumsy. He kept a steady gaze into her eyes as he slowly gyrated and removed his clothing. She watched intently, desire welling up inside her and she jerked involuntarily within the limitation of her bonds.
“You remember the girl in the park?”
Sophia nodded, her eyes following his every movement.
“Well this is more look can’t touch.” He paused for emphasis. “Although I do not have the same restrictions. Now let’s see what is inside this package.”
Sophia struggled to no avail. There was no escaping now. She was his to do as he pleased, yet she was not afraid. She was very aroused, more than she had ever been.
Once naked he approached her. Towering over her, his member pointing firmly to the sky. Sofia's eyes bulged at the sight of him, but she was safe. There was no way he could enter her in this position. He straddled over her without sitting down and allowed her a close inspection of his equipment. She was keen to touch but he withdrew well out of reach of the only part of her available which was her lips. He now proceeded to carry out his spoken intent. Moving to the side, but still in view he stretched out a hand and placed It on the inside of her thigh. The result was electric. She struggled wildly realising how vulnerable she now was, but to no avail.
She was held tight and must submit to his touch. He traced a finger along the inside of her leg as predicted she felt like going through the roof but she was held fast. There would be no mule kick this time. He stopped short of the damp recess in the middle and then passing onto the other leg, right down until the ropes stopped him. Her eyes were closed trying to control her new emotions. He ventured under her foot. A squeal rewarded this gesture.
“Are you ticklish?” He asked mischievously “Isn’t every one? She moaned.
“I’m not sure.” He paused, caressing the foot as much as the ropes would allow. He did not linger, perhaps feet weren’t his thing. She jumped when he touched her tummy. He pressed fairly firmly with both hands up her middle being careful to avoid her firm breasts.
He leant down, lifted her hair off her neck and planted a wet kiss. He was rewarded with a shiver. He used his tongue to trace the contours of her neck and she tensed visibly. He then started down her back but was stopped by the chair.
“Hmm,” He mused “We will have try some other position next time. The chair gets in the way.”
“What makes you think there will be a next time?”
She stammered.
“Oh I think there will“. He assured her. “I’ve only just started.” A few more wriggles but she was held fast. He continued to inspect the rest of her body. She had no obvious tan lines as sun bathing was not high on her agenda. She could sense him sizing her up and regretted not being to be able to do the same with him. He returned to the front.
“I really am in need.” He informed her. “But you do not seem to be in a position to relieve the situation.” He glanced down at the floor. “I would hate to ruin such a nice carpet.” He paused for thought.” I know.”
He retreated back to the kitchen and returned swiftly with a towel. She was puzzled. He found a second chair and placed it in front of her and sat lewdly down, his hand grasping his manhood firmly. The show was brief. He was much too excited to hang on for long. The rewarding fountain was very powerful reaching his chin. He mopped up with the towel but it still left his chest glistening slightly.
“Such a messy past time.” He commented, his body relaxing after its exertions.. “Now, Let’s see what we can do for you…”
Discarding the chair he approached her with purpose.
One hand to each breast he ran his palms round and around in ever decreasing circles until the goal was reached. Sophia’s head was now flung back, eyes closed as she absorbed these new sensations. He kissed and pulled at each nipple making them swell and grow. He suddenly released all hold on her breasts to gain her attention and then closed over her mouth with his. She melted allowing his tongue to touch inside but her tongue was kept out of reach. This was a first for her and she was not sure she really liked the way he filled her mouth with his tongue. He withdrew before she started to gag.
He knelt between her legs and made a more close inspection of her. There was quite a lot of blonde hair, showing that she was a true blonde and not bleached or coloured.. He ventured a finger inside and found it warm and very wet. He buried his head down there but obviously found that she was barely accessible.
“This position does have it’s downfalls. “ he commented
He returned to her nipples. They were freely available and had shrunk slightly due to lack of attention. He rectified this but let his right hand explore the lower regions. Sophia responded quickly.
There was no stopping her and the first convulsions were quite powerful., but he was not going to let her rest. Further spasms quickly followed and he pursued with vigour.
“Stop, stop.! She cried “I can’t take any more!”
One more orgasm “England!”
stopped immediately. He worked quickly freeing the knots but letting the loops loosen of their own accord. He had to completely release her hands. She brushed away the remaining ropes and then slumped.
Martin turned away and got dressed. The computer screen was blank. The house was quiet. He drew the curtains as darkness was approaching. Sophia regained her composure and noted this concern for her privacy.
“Thank you.” She whispered.
“Thank me?” Martin said incredulously. “You were fantastic. Better than I could have dreamed”
“I think I need a shower.”
“I will let myself out.” He said moving towards the door..
“No.” She said firmly. “You never had your coffee. There is more in the pot. I won’t be long. We still need to get to know each other.”
“Actually I got quite a good look.” Martin said wistfully.
“I saw enough to want more“. Sophia concluded.
“Perhaps next time I will tie you up?”
She left him alone to shower. She did not linger this time but allowed the water to freshen and revitalise her. By the time she returned, suitably refreshed, yet still naked, Martin was sipping his coffee relaxed in a chair fully dressed.
“I seem to have mislaid my clothes.” She said.
“Really? The wardrobe upstairs seemed quite full when I saw it.”
“Never mind. I like being naked, besides, it’s not as if you have never seen me like this.”
“Oh I don’t know.” Martin replied “There was something on your body. Look, there’s even a few marks on you.”
Sophia glanced at her wrists. “Hmm. I must have struggled a bit. “
Martin nodded. “Just a bit.”
Sophia’s eyes rolled. “But it was worth it.”
“That was a first for you wasn’t it?”
She nodded slowly. “ I never dreamed it would be like that.”
“Were you serious about seeing me again? I haven’t frightened you off or anything.”
“Yes I’m serious. Would I dress myself like this if I thought you were dangerous?”
“I suppose not.” He conceded. “I had better leave before I take further advantage of your nakedness.”
“I’m not sure I could go again. You wore me out.
Perhaps I should find a dressing gown.”
“Don’t trouble yourself on my behalf.” He assured her. “The view is just fine, But don't say anything if I start to sit on my hands.”
She relented and found a nightshirt. It was nearly as revealing as having nothing on, maybe more so but at least she had tried.
They talked for hours. She was already sure that he was the one for her. He was obviously caring and considerate as well as the other interest they had found in common. When he finally left she realised she did not know his address or telephone. She was still only barely dressed so could not run out after him. She closed the door and wondered whether she had been a fool. As she settled down she knew she had not been. She was awoken before her alarm by the phone.
“I forgot to leave my number.” He said jovially.
“Do you still want it?”
“I meant what I said.” She informed him. “I hope I will see you again tonight.”
“You can count on it.”
“You left behind your washing line.” She said casually.
“I thought you might need it.”
“I might have a use for it.” She agreed. She could hardly wait.
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