I wrote this post in 2013 as part of a Wicked Wednesday.
The couch springs squeaked in protest as Sue flopped down, completely drained from her day. Her shoes clattered onto the floor beside her and she reached into her handbag to retrieve her phone. Idly she scrolled through her messages not really inspired by them, until the third one made her completely forget her day, her aching feet, her irritation at her boss and frustration with her co-workers. Her heart raced as she read the words on the small screen,
Six thirty, my place, you me, some rope and a blindfold. Are you up for it?
She imagined herself lying there in the darkness unable to see, bound, naked, waiting for something or someone or maybe lots of something’s, or several someone ones or even several someone’s with several some things. The possibilities were endless. Almost before she realised it she had replied.
Seconds after she had pressed ‘send’ a reply came through.
Don’t wear any underwear on the bus. I want to think about you travelling here with a naked pussy, getting wet thinking about what I am going to do to you.
Sue reached down and pressed her fingers between her legs through the fabric of her skirt and knickers. She moved her fingers back and forth stimulating her already aroused clit through layers of clothing and the folds of skin covering it as she contemplated what she was going to wear on the bus. Completely forgetting her tiredness she made her way to the shower and turned on the water.
Less than thirty minutes later she was sitting on the bus, her coat was tied tightly around her body and her knees were demurely crossed. Her nipples grazed pleasantly against the satin lining of her coat hardening as the bus jolted down the road. Her newly shaved pussy chafed pleasantly against her thighs as she looked out of the window trying to distract herself from thoughts of the evening to come.
Her whole body felt as if it were electrified. Every movement of the bus rubbed the satin lining of her coat against her naked scrubbed skin, the pressure of her crossed legs against her pussy kept her constantly aroused. Her phone pinged;
Are you on the bus yet?
She considered not answering and teasing him a little just to even the score. She looked around, all the other commuters were totally oblivious to everything, plugged into their white headphones and absorbed in their evening papers. Quickly she pulled the neckline of her coat open and snapped a photo of her bare breast nestling inside her coat.
She typed under the photo and smiled to herself as she pressed send.
The door swung open almost immediately after she had pressed the bell. He was dressed in jeans with no shirt. As always she was enticed by the fine line of hair on his lower belly leading downwards, giving promises of what she would find when she followed the ‘snail trail’. She noticed the bulge in his jeans and she pulled her coat open slightly to hint at the nudity beneath it.
“Hello,” she greeted him with a smile, all the time fighting the urge to kneel in front of him, open his jeans and take his cock into her mouth.
His eyes were fixed on the neckline of her coat as he reached out and took her hand. He leaned down and kissed her briefly on the lips.
“Hello,” he took her hand and led her through the doorway and down the hallway. The heels of her shoes clicked on the wooden floorboards before he led her into a dim room. “We are almost ready for you,” he murmured as he reached for the black velvet blindfold that hung over the back of a chair beside a length of red silk rope. She suppressed a shiver at the word “We”
The room plunged into darkness as he covered her eyes. With her heart hammering and her legs almost giving way under her she waited patiently while he adjusted the fabric over her eyes.
“Are you ready?” his gentle voice was in her ear as he kissed the side of her neck and slid his hands in front of her to untie the belt of her coat.
“Yes” she found it hard to speak as her coat opened and cool air kissed her skin.
“Well then, let’s begin.”