How could I explain what happened to me that day?
One day I’m living a normal life. The next thing you know, my whole world is turned upside down. I woke up that day feeling great. It was the end of a perfect week. My speech in support of the new text amendment the village wanted went better than I thought it would. I met all my project deadlines. By the end of this day, I could go home and relax for the entire weekend.
Getting out of bed that day. . . Oh, I remember so well the feeling of a job well done. I slipped on my navy blue and white striped robe and walked downstairs. I went to the front door, opened it and bent down to pick up the morning paper that wasn’t there.
“Damn”, I thought, looking around. I had to walk down towards the front yard gate. Again, that paperboy missed the porch. Bending down to get the paper, I stood up and looked around. I caught my breath as I saw the brilliant sun risen sky.
Smiling, I walked back to the house. It was going to be a good day, I remembered.
In the kitchen, I made some coffee. I actually took time to grind the beans, something I usually only did on the weekends. As the coffee brewed, I went back upstairs into the bathroom. As I opened the bathroom door, the phone rang.
“Hello”, I said.
No answer.
“Hello?” I asked.
Hearing a raspy breathing, I stayed silent, suddenly feeling a chill. Pulling my robe tighter around me, I waited.
“I hope you wear something sexy to work today. Just the thought of you in something silky or lacy makes my eyes light up everytime I see you.”
Click. I gripped the phone so hard, my knuckles were turning white. Trembling with fright I hung up the phone and just stood there.
“Who was that?” I asked myself. I was shaking at the thought that someone I knew could call me like this.
“Calm down”, I said to myself.
Taking a deep breath, I decided that it was a prank obscene call. I heard about them all the time. Someone calls a made up number and takes a chance that a woman answers. “That’s all that was”, I decided as I headed into the bathroom for my shower.
Turning on the hot water faucet to let the water heat up, I removed my robe. Looking in the mirror as I did most days, I smiled at myself. Wearing my navy lace camisole and panties, I liked what I saw. I was not one of those women who always found fault with their bodies. Oh, I knew that I would look better with a few less pounds, but overall, I looked pretty good for my age. My red curly hair was still thick and long. My breasts sagged ever so slightly. I frowned, remembering my promise to start exercising. My stomach was pretty firm and my ass was round and high. Telling myself that I would make that call and find an exercise class, I adjusted both faucets, turned on the shower and stepped in.
Feeling the warmth of the water as it hit my neck and shoulders, I forgot about everything except my shower. The hard water felt so good. I got my herbal shampoo and worked the soap into my hair. Between the scent and the hot water, I was again, in a perfect mood. I picked up the soap and rubbed it into my upper arms and chest.
Maybe it was the thought that I had accomplished so much that week, but I was feeling horny. As my hands pushed the bar of soap over my breasts, I could feel my nipples harden. With my eyes closed I massaged those nipples until they felt like little stones about ready to explode. I held one of my breasts from underneath and moved the thick soapy lather all over the outside of my breast, using my fingers spread wide. My thumb reached the light brown aerola and lightly grazed the area just below my nipple. I could feel myself beginning to pant as I moved my other hand holding the soap to my pussy. I rubbed that bar of soap over my closed pussy lips and knew that in a moment I could make myself come.
While still massaging and teasing my nipple, I turned my hand sideways and moved it up and down the closed lips, making the lips part so that the entire side of my hand could move up and down the length of my cunt. It felt so slippery and wet with the lather and water that I easily slid three fingers into mypussy. Turning my hand, I could touch my clit with my thumb. I started rotating my clit in little circles to match the pace of my fingers on my nipple. Suddenly I felt myself explode! The water on my neck and back, my nipple so hard , my clit quivering as I fucked myself with my fingers. I tensed up and I swear, this was one of the most intense orgasms I had experienced in quite a while.
When the explosion stopped, I was so tense, I could not have moved, even if the water had turned icy cold! Within a few minutes, my breathing returned to normal and I relaxed. Suddenly, I felt tears forming in my eyes. Pretending it was only water, I quickly finished my shower and got out.
Drying myself with a towel, I again looked in the mirror and could not fool myself. The tears were for real. It had been so long since I had felt a man’s touch. I guess that, despite all my successes, I could not fool myself. I was alone. I did not even have a once a month lover. I tried to convince myself that I loved my life, my freedom. But at some point, the last night with my love always interfered. I knew that I loved living with him, wanting him, needing him. But it was not ever really meant to be. Not that I wasn’t ever asked out. A few guys had tried, some more than once, But I wasn’t interested at the time. Sometimes I wondered if I would ever be interested in any kind of a relationship again. I knew if I thought too much about this, I would drive myself insane. So, shaking off the blues, I finished drying myself. Sprinkling powder on myself, I felt some sort of normalcy in my mood return.
“Thank heavens for herbal shampoo and powder”, I laughed to myself.
I walked back into the bedroom and thought about what to wear. I pulled out my beige lacy bra and slipped it on, snapping it in front. I stepped into the beige lacy bikini panties, pulled on the beige garter belt and rolled up my stockings, snapping them to the garter. With my beige silk slip on, I walked to the closet and took my light tan dress off the hanger. Buttoning it down the front, I slipped on my dark brown heels, tightened the belt of the dress and walked downstairs, brushing my hair as I headed into the kitchen.
Pouring myself a cup of coffee, I started glancing at the paper as I added cream and sugar and stirred it with a spoon. I was getting engrossed with the headline as the phone rang. Picking it up I said, “Hello.”
Silence.
“Hello?” Silence.
But I could again hear that raspy breathing.
“This isn’t funny. And you don’t scare me. If you don’t say something, I’m hanging up!”
As I started to put the phone down, I heard the voice again.
“You are always so beautiful. I don’t know why I even called to see what you would be wearing. I have never seen you look anything but sexy.” Click. Hanging up the phone, I started shaking.
“Calm down,” I told myself. I sat there, hugging myself.
“Ok, ok. It can’t be anyone you know. You would have noticed if someone you saw everyday was interested in you.” Trying to control my rapid breathing, I felt better with that last thought.
“Of course”, I almost shouted to myself with relief. “It has to be a chance prank caller!”
Trying to push the calls out of my head, I stood up and walked to the sink, rinsing out my cup. I put out more dry food for K.C., checked his water and went into the living room. Grabbing my purse and briefcase, I went out the side door and into the garage. Pulling out of my driveway, I turned on the radio and got the day in gear. That’s how I thought about it as I drove to my little office. Driving to work puts my day in gear…gets it going.
Pulling up to the small building, I grabbed everything, locked the car door and walked up to the door of the front office. As I opened the door to head into my office, I felt a chill. I felt so cold I almost dropped my briefcase! Looking around, I could not see anything out of the ordinary. There were a few people at their desks, but nothing unusual. The cold went away as quickly as it had come. But a feeling of dread set in. I couldn’t shake it as I opened up my door. Throwing everything onto the sofa, I walked over to my desk and sat down. “Ok, just stop and think. There is nothing wrong. You are fine.”
Only slightly convinced, I started my day. With a few phone calls to return, three reports to finish up and a quick glance at more of my newspaper, it was time for lunch. Getting up to stretch, I again felt an odd sensation. This time, it wasn’t cold I felt. More like someone watching me. I turned to my door, but there was no one there. I looked out the window and saw no one. I quickly grabbed my purse and left the building. Getting into my car, I was grateful to be having lunch with my friend Linda. Pulling into the parking lot of the restaurant we always ate at, I walked in. Happy to see her sitting at our normal table, looking so normal, I almost hugged her as I sat down and smiled.
“Hi! What’s wrong with you?” she asked with concern in her voice.
“Nothing,” I said. “What makes you think there’s anything wrong? And anyway, what kind of greeting is that?”
“You’re shaking! What happened?”
I looked at my best friend and everything just came out. The phone calls, the feeling of sadness I felt whenever I realized I was alone, everything. I felt damn lucky that I didn’t just break down right there on the spot, I felt so out of control.
“I know you’re having a hard time. Patrick’s death was unexpected but you’ve come past that. I think you’re right for thinking that the calls were chance obscene calls. You’re overreacting because you do feel so alone. But I guarantee, once youfind someone, this will all change. You’ll be back to your cheery self soon. I know it. Besides, you have to know by now how much I miss that crazy contagious laugh of yours, so get moving. Everything will be just fine”, she said as she put her hand over mine on the table.
I have never felt so reassured and loved as I did at that moment. That’s why she was my best friend. She always knew what to say.
“Ok, you’re probably right,” I said.
I ordered a salad and a bowl of soup. She ordered a hamburger. We both had iced tea. This is what I needed. This is what we ordered every week and I felt normal again. Sipping our teas, we chatted and my fears disappeared. When it came time to leave the restaurant, I realized how truly lucky I was. As we started to part, I hugged my best friend hard.
“Thank you,” I whispered. I am so lucky!”
After hugging me back for a minute, she pulled away. “You don’t have a thing to worry about. You’re beautiful, funny and smart. With a little time, you’ll find what you need. So don’t worry. Let it happen as it’s meant to be.”
Smiling goodbye at each other, I walked back to my car, feeling actually happy. Putting a Buddy Guy tape into the cassette player, I felt the blues just disappear. Feeling like this was now going to be one of the best days I’ve had in a long time. I drove to work, singing along to one of my favorite blues guitarists. I walked back into the building without feeling any strange sensations. Once in my office, everything went smooth. By 4:30, I was almost smiling to myself, remembering my morning fears.
“I need a vacation” I laughed to myself.
At 4:35, Dan walked in. “Sorry to do this to you. You’re the only one that can handle this.”
I looked up at him, that feeling of dread again hitting me. “What are you talking about,” I asked. “It’s almost time for me to go home. I put in quite a few hours already this week and I need to spend a few days away from here,” I almost whined.
Whined! Me! I knew that there was something wrong here. I never whine or complain. I again felt a feeling of dread as I remembered my earlier thought that morning “Things happen for a reason.” He looked at me with a rueful grin.
“The client called about ten minutes ago. This research project has to be completed by tomorrow morning. I can’t do it. I have a dinner meeting at seven. There is no one else. At the most it should take you three hours. Do this for me, and you can come in late on Monday.”
I looked at him. With a sigh, I took the papers he handed me. “Don’t worry, Dan. I’ll leave them on your desk by tomorrow morning.”
“Thanks. You are a lifesaver.”
He walked out the door, leaving me with a report. I swiveled my chair around and looked out the window. The sun was just starting to set. I watched as people walked to their cars, shouting good-byes.
“Ok,” I said to myself. “So you have this report to finish now. So what? Nothing to go home to except your cat. Nothing to do all weekend so what does this matter. Might be just what I need to keep your mind occupied.” I turned back to my desk. Wishing I had remembered to stock my closet with jeans and shirts for occasions like this. Every time this happened, I remembered. A lot of good it did me now.
I got up and stretched. Three hours worth of work demanded that I have coffee. Walking through the already darkened office, I wished again, as I always did when this happened, that the company had better security. All we had, really was a key card system. And it always made me nervous to be here alone. After I made the coffee, I walked back to my office, grabbed what I would need and headed to the conference room. Putting everything on the table, I went back for coffee. As I stood there pouring cream into the cup, I thought I heard a noise. I froze, straining my head towards where I thought the noise was coming from. I listened, but after a few minutes, hearing nothing, I decided that my mind was definitely working overtime. Monday morning, I would definitely be asking for a few days off.
Holding my coffee cup in my hand, I slowly walked back to the conferenceroom. I heard no further sounds so by the time I entered the room, I felt better. “The building settling,” I said to myself as I sat down in front of the paperwork. Within minutes, I was engrossed with the report, penciling notes, re-adding figures. When the hand came over my mouth, I never had a chance to scream.
“Who the hell would have heard me anyway!” I thought with my last sense of calmness disappearing. I began to struggle, terrified. The hand at my mouth squeezed harder. I stopped struggling, fearful that he would break my jaw if I didn’t. I was breathing heavily with fear as I felt a mouth lean in towards my ear.
“Don’t struggle. Don’t be afraid. I’m not going to hurt you.” What could I do? I did not move a muscle as the hand was removed. I stayed perfectly still as I felt some sort of silky cloth push against my eyes. I could feel hands fumbling with the cloth as they tied a knot at the back of my head. I was still sitting in that chair, trembling with fear.
Again I heard the whispered voice. “Don’t be afraid. I promise I won’t hurt you.” With that, I felt myself being lifted up from the chair, two hands under my arms helping me to stand. I was walked around to the end of the table. I was shaking so badly, I almost fell, had it not been for the hands holding me up. I felt myself being turned around to so that my back was against the table. I was still shaking and I could feel tears form in my eyes beneath the silken blindfold.
“Please don’t be afraid,” the voice whispered. “You know me. I would never hurt you. I have wanted you for so long. Your smile and conversations were never enough for me. You have nothing to fear. I promise.”
Even though I was terrorized, my mind raced. “Who could this be?” I thought. “Why would someone do this to me?”
He moved closer to me. I tried to move back but there was no where to go. I felt his breath against my cheek as he rubbed his cheek against mine. Slowly and softly he moved his cheek back and forth across mine. He placed his hand in my hair and held my head as he pressed his cheek against mine. Still trembling, my mind kept racing. “Who is this?”
Some part of me wanted to run screaming, but another part of me wondered at this show of gentleness. “It’s almost as if he cared!” I thought.
While still holding my head, he moved his other hand around my back, pulling me closer to him. I could feel his entire body against me as he whispered, “I am going to make love to you. There will be no rape here. But I am going to tie you up. I blindfolded you so that you would know there is nothing to fear if you don’t see my face. You have nothing to fear. I promise.”
Hearing the words “Tied up” frightened me! I started to move. I tried to push him away.
With his cheek still against mine, I could feel him smiling. Pulling slightly away from me, he grabbed me by the waist, picked me up and sat me on the table. He moved his hands to my upper arms and held them tightly as he leaned into my mouth, kissing me gently. I kept my mouth closed, still struggling as his tongue traced my lips. The tip of his tongue gently but forcefully opened my lips. Running his tongue across my closed teeth, he brought one hand up to my cheek and caressed it. He traced my ear with his fingertip, all the while moving his tongue across my teeth. I felt myself stop struggling as I opened my mouth wide to accept his tongue. The minute his tongue touched mine my breath stopped. We stayed in that position, me sitting on the edge of the table, he standing between my legs, kissing me slowly and passionately. It felt like he kissed me for hours.
The sensation of his finger tracing my ear, pushing my hair behind my ear while he kissed me deeply with his tongue was more than I could bear. I could not believe what was happening to me as I sucked his tongue deep into my mouth. I felt my tongue move along the tip of his, slowly. As he continued to kiss me, he pushed me down on my back. I came to my senses and started to struggle again. I felt my legs try to kick him as I tried to sit up. But he grabbed my hands and held them up above my head, forcing his body down on me. Again I heard that whisper.
“Please my love. Let me make love to you as I have always wanted to do.”
Again, I felt his mouth against mine. I stopped struggling as he was on top of me. I could not have escaped. The sensations his mouth created in me kept me from struggling. His tongue probed so deeply into my mouth. I could feel my breath quicken as the tips of our tongues met in another passionate tongue dance. I was so lost in that kiss. He pulled away.
“I want you to lie perfectly still. I am going to tie you up. It has to be this way. I will not hurt you.”
He stood up, keeping a hand on my stomach as he stooped towards the floor. Being blindfolded seemed to heighten my hearing as I heard a zippered bag open. Standing up, he leaned over between my legs and caressed my face, taking his time to trace it with the tips of his fingers. He then put his hands against my waist and slid me up higher on the table. When he stopped, I was lying in the middle of the table. I felt him take my left wrist and pull it upwards. I could feel a soft piece of rope slide over my wrist as he tied it to the top left table leg. He walked around the other end of the table. Leaning over me from the right, he again kissed me with such slow passion, it took my breath away. I did not feel anything but my heart pound as he took my right wrist and tied it high against the right table leg. He moved towards the bottom of the table and lifted my right leg. His fingers slid up my stocking calf, massaging it for what seemed like hours. He moved his hand up my thigh. His fingers played with the top of my stocking, stoking my inner thigh. I could feel my muscles trembling when he touched me. I could feel my pussy getting wet. Again, I felt a soft loop of rope being pulled over my ankle. He pulled my ankle out towards the bottom right table leg and tied it down. Moving towards my left leg, he held it up and slowly kissed my calf, slow soft kisses from the bottom of my ankle to the back of my knee. I felt like I was going out of my mind as he moved his mouth towards my inner thigh. He bathed my thigh with his tongue as he again placed soft rope over my ankle and tied it down to the left leg. He moved his mouth away from my thigh and I could feel him stand. He slowly walked around the table, never touching me, but I swear, his eyes felt like hands as he inspected me, fully clothed.
I felt him stop at the head of the table. He leaned over me and kissed the side of my neck. If my hands had been free, I would have held him close, kissed him back. I did not know what had come over me, but all my fear left as he moved his hands to the top of my dress. He walked to the side of the table and sat down next to me, his thighs against my side. Slowly, he unbuttoned all the buttons of my dress. He didn’t open my dress up, just left it as it was. He got off the table and moved towards the end with my ankles tied. He slid both his hands up from my ankles past my calves to my thighs. The palms of his hands caressed my pussy through my panties. My dress still had not opened. He hands were underneath my dress as he massaged my pussy and ass. I felt my pussy get wetter through my panties as his hand held my pussy, gently stroking the lips through the silky material. I was embarrassed because I knew he could feel it the dampness. Pulling his hands out from under my dress, he slowly picked up the edges of my dress and parted it.
I heard his breath catch as he said, “I knew you would be wearing something sexy for me!”
“It was him on the phone!” I thought to myself. But I was not able to feel indignation or fear. My mind and body were on fire! He withdrew a knife and I could hear him cut away my slip.
Parting that also, he gasped. “You are so beautiful, my love!”
He took the knife and gently cut away my panties. He lifted my ass and pulled the panties away from me, leaving me with only my garterbelt and stockings on. Sliding his hands up my body from the waist, he unsnapped my bra but did not open it right away. If he had, I am sure he would have seen my nipples, harder than they had ever been in their life! He used his knife to cut the straps on both sides. I heard the knife close as he put it away. He stood up and by the sound of it, he was undressing. In my heated passion, I longed to see what this man looked like. My ass started moving slowly up and down. I could not contain the wetness in my pussy.
He crawled on the table between my thighs and again lay on top of me. He took my face in both hands and kissed my eyelids through the blindfold. He kissed my cheek. He moved his mouth to my ear and traced it with his tongue while his other hand caressed and traced my other ear. As his tongue ran along the inside edges of my ear, he whispered, “This will be the most passionate night of our lives. The next time we meet, you will remember me and know who I am.”
My heart was pounding as he moved towards my arms, kissing and stroking my upper arms and shoulders. He used the flat of his tongue to wash my upper chest. My bra was open but still closed as he moved his mouth towards my right nipple. He grabbed that nipple with his teeth and fluttered his tongue against it. His other hand traced the area all around my nipple, never touching it. I could feel the material of my bra get wet from his mouth as he sucked my entire breast into his mouth, never letting his tongue stop flicking my nipple. I started moaning as his other hand moved over my other breast, his palm slowly making circles on my nipple. He moved his face back towards my mouth and thrust his tongue hard into my tongue. I was straining to lift my head up so that I could kiss him deeply. I was out of my mind with lust for this man I did not know.
He slowly pulled his mouth away from mine. I felt him look at my nipples, one stuck to the material of my bra from his wet mouth, both of them hard and sticking through the fabric. Slowly he pulled my bra apart. When my nipples were finally exposed, I again heard a gasp of delight. “You have the most incredible nipples I have ever seen or tasted.”
Moving his body down, he licked my left nipple, slowly, lovingly. Oh yes, strange as it may seem, I felt a love coming from this man. It only heightened my raging desire!He moved his hands to both breasts, then tugged and pulled my nipples. He held them between two fingers as his thumbs slowly scratched them gently. I was wild with passion. I could not move but I strained against my bonds as my nipples grew even harder! He moved his mouth slowly down my body. His tongue played with my navel, tickling it, washing it. He slid his hands down from my breasts slowly, moving slowlydown my sides to caress my hips. His mouth moved towards my inner thighs. He licked at the place where my thigh met my pussy. Slowly he licked as he got closer and to my wide open pussy.
“Please,” I cried.
Lifting his head up, he asked, “Please what, my beautiful love?”
“Please, kiss my pussy. Suck my clit. Finger my pussy and ass. Make me come. I’m begging you!” I screamed.
I felt his breath blow warm against my open lips. Using his two pointer fingers, I could feel his eyes on my pussy as his fingers traced the outside edges of my cunt. Slowly, he moved his fingers up and down, never touching my inner lips or clit but I could feel it stiffen and harden. My ass was trying to push my pussy closer to those two fingers. But he would not let me have my way. I felt all of his fingers pull my lips out away from my opening.
“You have the most beautiful pussy I have ever seen. You take my breath away!” He growled and I heard the passion building in his voice.
Holding the lips open with two fingers, he traced my inner cunt, from the top just above my clit, to my clit and down to the opening with the fingers of his other hand, past my pussy opening and to my ass. Up and down, slowly, never lingering at any one spot, just moving slowly up and down. Waves of desire went through me at the thought of him looking at my pussy as he did this.
“Please! Please put your fingers in my pussy!” I screamed. I know I screamed because I felt this desire so strongly and he wasn’t listening to me.
“Be patient my love. It is just as hard for me as it is for you. But I want to enjoy you for as long as I can. Be patient.”
But this time when he moved his fingers up towards my clit, he lingered there. Taking my clit between two fingers, he rolled it and massaged it, slowly squeezed it. My ass was moving up and down faster. My legs were straining at the bonds. It was as if he knew the moment was here. He moved his fingers down and slowly teased my opening. He inserted two fingers just inside and pulled them out so that he could tease me. I knew he could see my pussy opening and closing around his finger.
“Stop! I can’t take any more! Please!” I moaned.
He took three fingers and slowly, so slowly, inserted them into my pussy. He did not pull them out but merely left them inside without moving them. I could feel my pussy grabbing his fingers tight but he would not move them. Then, I could feel his wrist turn as the fingers pushed to the inside area over my pubic bone. While his fingers moved to find my g-spot, his thumb touched my clit. My body stiffened with the pleasure of waves rolling over me. His fingers moved along the ridge of my spot as his thumb pushed my clit down hard. He didn’t move his thumb as his fingers slowly moved out of my pussy, only to push back in and massage that g-spot. He was fucking me perfectly with his fingers while his thumb never let up on the clit he held down so firmly. I was trying to hard to make my pussy meet his fingers but he placed his upper arm and elbow down on my stomach to keep me from moving.
“I want you to just lay back and let yourself come on my fingers,” he said. His fingers pushed harder in and out, all the time searching for my g-spot.
I swear he knew the moment when I would come. He kept his fingers inside of me, pushed against the hard ridge under my pubic bone and almost lifted me, he was massaging it so hard! And his thumb started to slowly move in gently circles on my clit! My body stiffened as I felt my pussy grab his fingers. My nipples got so hard and my clit felt so incredible. I could not get those fingers deep enough into my pussy.
“Oh my, you are making me..Come!!!”
I must have felt two raging orgasms, the second better than the first. Knowing it was too intense for me, he stopped moving his fingers, let my pussy slowly relax against them. As my inner muscles relaxed, he gently scratched my g-spot, giving me another, softer orgasm. My head fell to my side as I closed my eyes. Never had I felt this way. Never.
As his fingers slowly moved out of me, he dragged them up and out towards my clit in a gentle touch. I felt him move up on my body and lean down, looking at me. I turned my head to face him and he put his fingers in my mouth, letting me taste my come. In my mind, it felt like his cock. I kissed and licked those fingers for what seemed like hours. I felt his excitement build as his mouth moved to my left nipple to gently nip and suck it while my tongue was caressing and licking his fingers. I felt his cock as he used his other hand to work his hard shaft up and down my slickened pussy. I had never felt such a hard cock in my life as he pushed deep into my pussy, so deep it took my breath away.
Moving his mouth to my lips, he plunged his tongue deep. Starting to fuck me with his cock, he pushed his tongue in and out of my mouth the exact same way his cock was pushing into my pussy! Raising his body a little, I felt his fingers brush my clit while he stroked his cock deeply in and out of my tightening pussy.
“I want you to come with me,” he moaned.
“Oh, yes,” I cried. “Yes!”
His finger moved harder against my clit as his cock moved faster into my pussy. I could feel his balls tighten against my ass as his cock stiffened and stopped for a mere second in my pussy. His fingers never stopped rubbing my clit.
“Come for me right now!” he cried.
I came. Oh, God how I came. And he came too. At the exact same time, his come was a hot splash inside my pussy, mixing with my come. I felt drained but wanted so badly to hold him against me. This stranger.
After a few moments, he pulled his cock out of my pussy and rolled to his side, leaning against me. I heard him sigh with pleasure. He moved his hand to cover my breast. He squeezed it so gently that I imagined I only felt it, it was so slight a squeeze. He moved his mouth to my ear and whispered, “That was the most incredible lovemaking in my life. I love you!”
I was in a come induced fog as I wondered what he was saying. He sat up, still holding my breast gently. He leaned down and kissed my lips so gently, so slowly, I thought I was dreaming! Getting up, I heard him get dressed. Finishing, he untied my legs and arms, slowly. As he removed the binds, he kissed and licked my upper arms, wrists and ankles, as if he were afraid that they were injured. As I pulled my arms into my chest and drew my legs up, I turned to my side.
“There are some blue jeans, a white sweatshirt, socks, bra and panties for you on the chair. Sorry I ruined some of your clothes.” Leaning over me, he kissed my cheek.
“Believe me, you will know me when you see me. It won’t be long before you love me as I love you. I promise.” With those comments, he left.
I was so drained I could not move. I almost started to drift off to sleep, when my mind became alert. Sitting up, it felt like I had been dreaming. Sliding off the table, I confirmed what I already really knew. Taking off the blindfold, I saw that the clothes were on the chair as he said they would be. And, of course, I held the blindfold in my hand, further proof, as if I needed any. As I pulled the new clothes on, I wondered what in hell had happened? And why did I feel so content? I turned and looked at the papers on the floor. Glancing at my watch, I was amazed to find it was after midnight! As I bent down and picked up the papers I suddenly heard a door open. “Oh no, I thought,” caught between hoping and not hoping that the stranger had returned.
Standing up, I heard a voice holler, “Hello? Are you still here?”
In walked Dan. I hoped that he wouldn’t notice how flustered I was.
“Hi, Dan. How was your dinner?” I said, trying to keep my voice light and normal.
Dan walked over to me, looked in my eyes and said, “It was pretty boring. In my mind, I felt like I was here with you.”
He touched my chin with his fingers and drew my face up towards his. As he slowly kissed my lips, I knew. As my mouth opened for his tongue, I started trembling. But this time it was not with fear. Linda was right. What was meant to be had happened. And suddenly, I felt the contentment and love I was missing.
“Dan,” I murmured as his tongue found mine once again.
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