Really, I never had a thought about bondage. Well, a thought,
maybe,
but it was never good. I’d seen the stuff on screen and it made me
angry
more than anything. The thought I had was more along the line of
what
I’d do to the bitch (or bitches) who would try something like
that on
me. I’d be seriously pissed. They’d never GET me in the
position to
allow myself to be tied up. I’d kick their little asses. Then
came
Carol.
At this time, I was a business consultant for a major consulting
firm
in New York. Now I practically run the show. My brother works with
me in
the business, although we rarely go on the same
accounts. He
occasionally introduced me to an attractive secretary or client
and I
did the same. Hey, work’s gotta be fun SOMETIMES!
It didn’t start out anything like bondage. As a matter of fact,
she had
asked me about it and I laughed and said there was no way I
would let
myself be tied down and helpless by anyone. No way. There was no
one in
the world I trusted well enough to have me tied helpless, MUCH
LESS
helpless and naked. She laughed and said she understood.
Carol was a very attractive redhead that my brother had
introduced me
to. She was about 22 years old and LOVED to party. I was 26 at the
time.
We had been going out on and off for about a year. We were both
seeing
other people. I went to her apartment once, and she answered the
door in
a super short teddy. Her hair was a little tussled and she was
trying to
hide behind the door. She was obviously a little embarrassed and
giggly
and asked if I could come by the next night. I agreed, and just
before
she closed the door, I caught a glimpse of her visitor in a front
room
mirror as she walked from the bathroom to the bedroom. I didn’t
see her
face, but her body and hair looked fantastic! She had long wavy
golden
blonde hair, that ran about 5 inches or so past her shoulders,
and was
wearing black panties. From what I could see in the short
time, it
looked like she wasn’t wearing a bra. Either Carol had more
than one
guest, or she was bisexual… or both!
I debated about whether or not I should mention what I saw the
next
night. By the time I was at her door, I had come to the conclusion
that
it was probably none of my business and unless she ever brought it
up, I
wouldn’t talk about it. We were supposed to be going out that
night, but
she changed our plans and rented a few movies. We sat and
watched a
couple of action flicks and shared some “intimate” moments at which
time
we missed some of the movies (Gee, too bad…). At one time we
were
fooling around and she pushed me off of the couch and onto the
floor.
She pounced on me like a playful tiger and held my arms to the
floor,
sitting on my stomach and kissed my face, neck and mouth
passionately.
THAT turned me on. But it was something I knew I was in control
of. I
could have pushed her off any time. After licking my
ears and
practically sucking the tongue out of my mouth, she sat up
slightly and
asked if I liked it. I smiled so big the corners of my mouth
probably
touched my earlobes. I told her it was a real turn-on.
The rest of the evening was great. We fucked, sucked, and
generally had
a sex-fest until 4am. At that time, of course, we were in her
bed. She
said she had to be at work at 8:30, and would like to try to get
a few
hours sleep.
I washed up and got dressed. While I was drying off from my
shower, I
thought I heard her on the phone in her living room. She came
from the
kitchen as I was buttoning up my shirt coming from the bedroom. She
gave
me a deep, long kiss goodby just before I went out of the
door. I
stepped out into the hallway and noticed that she was looking past
me. I
turned, and about 6 feet down the hall, on the other side, I
saw a
fantastic pair of legs, a very short robe and excellent
ass-cheeks
tightly wrapped in small black lacy panties. That was ALL I saw
at the
moment, because the young lady was bent over away from us,
picking
something up from the floor.
I managed to turn away, because I didn’t want Carol to
see me
practically drool in the hall. Somewhat red, I’m sure, I looked
back at
her. She had a smile on her face that was half “uh-huh, caught
you!” and
half “nice, isn’t it?” She winked and said goodby as she
closed the
door.
Just about then, the girl on the other side straightened up and
turned
around. She gave me a wide-eyed look of “surprise” for a
moment, not
even attempting to cover herself, then looked me over and said
“I’m
sorry, excuse me.” With a smile. It was her. It had to be the same
girl
I saw the night before in Carol’s apartment. She had the same
golden
blonde hair and was about the same build. She kept her eye on me
as she
slowly moved into her apartment and closed the door.
Whoa, I thought… I suppose I’ve got to give Carol credit for
good
taste, anyway. What a fox! She must have been about the same
age as
Carol, but she was taller, and had a slightly more rounded ass.
I was on my way to a client’s house later the next day, when my
pager
went off. I looked down, and it was Carols’ number. I called
and she
sounded like she was in a VERY good mood, like she had been
partying. It
was almost time for me to end the day anyway, so I called the
client and
asked if I could come by early the next afternoon. They agreed,
because
it was almost time for their office to close up as well. I headed
off to
Carol’s apartment. She had asked me to pick up a bottle of wine or
two,
or three. That supported my idea that she already had a head
start. I
picked up a few bottles of cold Spumante and headed over.
It was movie time again. She said she enjoyed herself so much last
time
that she wanted to do it again. There was something about her this
time.
She was dressed in a sexy, tight, somewhat short red dress. Her
bright
flowing red hair practically looked like it was on fire
over the
shoulders of her dress. It was all a little disheveled, probably
because
she had already been drinking a little and looked extremely
relaxed. I
could see the tops of her nylons, because the dress was a little
crooked
on her legs.