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She glanced up as the office door chimed open. It was him, the delivery guy. She had only been working for E.C.G for a week now, as the front desk assistant, but she knew the regular delivery guys. This was the sexy one, he oozed sex.
She couldn't quite put her finger on it, what about him made her sex wet. Was it his tall muscular build, or maybe the rugged tan face, with the bright green eyes.
She bit her lip as she started thinking about those green eyes wandering all over her body. She blushed as he walked over to her desk, that knowing look on his face.
''Mornin' ma'am. I need you to sign for this package please." He said matter of factly, handing her the pinpad.
"Mm, I'd sign for your package any Day," she muttered under her breath, taking the pinpad, "of course I'll sign!"
She saw those green eyes spark up, and She watched as a slow lazy grin spread over his face. "I believe I left one more box on the truck, let me go get it."
He turned and walked out, only to reappear a moment later with a long thin box.
As He handed it to her silently, and left she wondered if she had been over heard.
She looked down at the box and realised it was addressed to Meg... That me , she though as she automatically opened the box...
Inside was a long coat and a note.
"Meet me at 23762 Phillips road, at three tomorrow, in nothing but this and those red strappy heals you wore Monday."
She looked down at the coat again, and took note it was just her size, if not a little short.
Meg decided she would have to go.
The remainder of the day passed in a blur of excitement and anticipation. She was surprised that he would be so bold.
She was unable to focus on anything for the rest of the day...or evening for that matter.
When Meg tried to sleep and found a night mixed with erotic dreams full of fantasy and pleasure only to wake and begin thinking of the risk she was taking. The night was not a restful one. Her mind was racing.
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Finally dawn broke and she started her day. She chose her clothes carefully...ones that could be easily slipped off in the car once she got the the parking garage. She planned on making the drive in the coat. She decided to wear the shoes as requested...but went with a nice conservative skirt and blouse combination for the beginning of the day. However she figured panties and a bra would be too difficult to remove so she went without them.
When she got to work she immediately requested taking the afternoon off. She said something had come up and she needed to address it.
Mike, her boss, was an older man. He always very attentive to her needs...she thought of him as an older brother looking out for her around the office, warning her of which guys to steer clear of, making sure she didnt get in trouble for things and basically getting her whatever she needed. She knew she had him wrapped around her little finger and today would be no different...he simply smiled said "have fun".
She thanked him and turned to walk out the door, she paused and thought to herself: "have fun!? What did he mean by that? Is it that obvious?" She blushed and continued out the door.
The day was uneventful. Not that she would have noticed. Her mind was racing...one minute she would be thinking how much fun it was going to be having an afternoon delight...then the fear...what if he was a dangerous guy...
All of this made her very excited and wet. She didn't realize what a powerful tool of arousal the unknown could be. She was a mess.
She felt empowered that such a handsome man would want her...yet fearful of his intentions.
Finally 2pm came around. She switched the phone over to one of her coworkers and went to tell Mike she was leaving for the day but he wasn't in his office. She left a quick note...reminding him she was out for the remainder of the day and that Jackie would be handling the door and calls.
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She went to her car and was suddenly very nervous. She wondered if her coworkers noticed her distraction. Or worse noticed her constant trips to the restroom to clean herself up. Fortunately she hadn't made a wet spot in her skirt.
She made her way to the car and took a quick look around...nobody. She could put the coat over her shoulders and quickly take her blouse off then get in the car to remove her skirt.
As she sat naked in her car she couldn't help herself. She slid her fingers over her swollen lips. Picking up a few drops of her own juices...she brought her fingers to her mouth and delicately locked them. Such sweetness. She loved to taste herself. She had resisted the urge all day while at the office but now...so close to her encounter she was dripping wet and convinced herself the only way to not make a mess of the coat or her car was to use her fingers to wipe her juices and then lick them clean.
She drove to the corner of Phillips and South...just down the street...she pulled into a parking space and sat for a moment to compose herself: "Meg...what are you doing? Are you sure?" She questioned her sanity...she reassured herself...just do it.
She looked at the clock in her car...just a few minutes to go. She pulled put and drove to the address.
It was a large brown stone house with all the trimmings of the houses of that era. Large decided windows. A wrought iron fence with the bows and points.
She pulled into the driveway and looked around before she got out. The coast was clear. She quickly went to the door and saw an envelope taped to the door window.
It was addressed to her. It simply said come in the door is unlocked. Hang your coat up and take a seat.
She came through the door and found a coat rack with two jackets and a cold hard metal chair.
She removed her coat and hung it up. She was amazed at the feelings running through her at this moment. The anticipation...the vulnerability.
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She sat on the chair. It was one of those old aluminum office chairs...the ones made back in the 50's. It was even colder than she anticipated. As she sat her hands explored the arm rests...they had been buffed smooth on the underside. She leaned over to look at the rest of the chair and noticed the lower parts of the legs had been polished as well.
She couldn't see why or how that would happen. She put it out of her mind and again wiped her dripping pussy.
She could hear foot steps as someone came down the hall way.
Meg let out a soft gasp of surprise as a blindfold suddenly covered her eyes.
"What is this ...?" She asked hesitantly.
"Don't worry, about it, Meg," came a voice to her left, a voice that sounded so familiar but she couldn't quite place.
She heard something heavy being drsf in front of where she was sitting. She turned her cautiously toward the sound, straining her ears to identify the sounds.
As she listened she heard metallic clangs, and she could almost feel the excitement in the room.
Suddenly, there was a hand gently pushing her legs further apart, and she moaned softly.
Then the voice said "should we use zip ties, or cuffs?"
With a start, Meg realised, the voice came from the other side of the room... Not in Front of her...where someone clearly was, running hands up and down her inner thighs.
There was a low chuckle as the person infront of her answered, " cuffs, it makes more noise when she struggles." And she felt the cool metal clamp around be ankles.
"Meg," came the voice from the other side of the room, " my associate and I, are going to restrain you, and use you as our own little cum slut. Don't worry, you'll get plenty of release as well. However, I want you to feel safe, so, if I ask if you are okay, i want you to give me a color, green to keep going, yellow to slow down, and Red to stop if you don't feel comfortable or safe. Do you you understand?"
Meg nodded her understanding. While saying, "yes sir..."
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