I rang the doorbell nervously; unsure about what the forth-coming events would bring. I am not sure if I was nervous, but definitely apprehensive. There was no reply.
Again, I rang the doorbell. This time I did not have to wait long before the door opened. She hid her self behind the door, just her head appeared, "Do come in".
I followed her into the living room. There was an awkward moment. But I looked at her.
Sheema is young, in her early twenties. She was studying as part of a Post Graduate course at our place of work. Of Asian descent, she has lovely dark skin, long black hair, slim and about 5'4 I would say, but she looks taller than she is. She must be a dress size 10/12, and rather large breasts, about a C/D cup if not fuller. Again, I thought to my self, her face is the weakest link, coupled with the fact that I generally prefer slightly fuller ladies around the waist and bum. The two of us had never really got on at work; she was young, bright, overly arrogant and demanding. I was simply not prepared to drop what I was doing for her every whim, much to her dissatisfaction. But now, whilst I was sitting down in front of her, outside work, I had to admit to myself that she was rather attractive, this was the first time I saw her with a different view. She was wearing a short summer dress, which revealed her cleavage and lovely slim legs. Her long hair was gathered in a ponytail, reaching down to her waist.
"I have been thinking," I said, trying to make conversation and break the ice. "I am not sure if we should go through with this?"
"Neither am I " she replied "but it is my side of the agreement that we made."
"True, but perhaps we will both come to regret it," I thought out loud.
The events, which had lead up to this moment in time, had been very bizarre and unexpected. Sheema for a couple of reasons had done some silly things at work and as a result could have got into serious trouble. While working late one night, she was obviously upset, and ended up telling me the story before asking if I could help.
I said I could help limit the damage she had done but not stop it all, however I could also be disciplined for helping her out if I was caught. She thought for a while, before she unexpectedly asked if I were to help her out, what would I want in return.
"What for" I replied with shock.
"What do you want from me in return?" she asked again, "if I was to ask you to cover up as much as possible for me."
"I don't; don't know" I stuttered, not sure where this conversation was leading, or exactly what she was asking, what was on offer? I thought about it briefly.
"What do you think you should offer in payment?" I asked, turning around the question, " a crate or two of beer " I suggested.
"I couldn't afford to buy you enough" she remarked. Several ideas were mentioned and discarded, mainly by her.
"I have noticed how you sometimes look at me, similar to when men eye me up in clubs. I think you find me attractive. Do you?"
"Well yeeessssssss I suppose I do, but"
"Okay, here's the deal " she said not allowing me to finish my sentence.
That was a couple of weeks ago now. So here I was, effectively getting payment for helping her out. I was getting cold feet myself, this could go horribly wrong, but perhaps that was part of the intrigue of the situation.
I looked up at her, and she was just staring at me, breathing heavily, and a tear running down her cheek.
"It's okay, I shall leave." As I stood up, I put my hands on her waist and pulled her in to reassure her. We just stood there for several minutes, hugging each other as I was stroking her hair, and wiped away her tear with my thumb.
"I don't know what I want," she said as she pulled her head away from me and looked at me in the eye.
"Part of me wants to go ahead with what we agreed, because we made a deal, and you have done your part of the bargain superbly, but, even though I suggested it, it is wrong".
"You have hit my concerns to, this is wrong, effectively sexual blackmail"
"But there is something else." she whispered.
"What?" I asked.
"I'm intrigued about your request, to the extent that I want to try it"
"Try what?" I asked.
"Offering my body to you". Again we hugged, but this time it was different, her hands started to explore my body, lightly. I felt her move her head so I looked down at her.
Her head moved to mine, her lips seeking out mine. We started to kiss, gently at first, but as we relaxed, it become more aggressive, as our tongues explored each other's mouths, and our hands explored the feel of each other's body.
After some time, we stopped kissing but just stood there hugging.
"Do you want to continue?" I asked "Or shall I leave now?"
"Please stay".
"Okay, where is the bedroom?"
"Through there" she replied pointing through a door.
"Can I go and prepare?" I asked.
"Sure"
"And did you do the shopping?"
"Yes," she said, a smile was noticeable now; she was obviously starting to relax.
I went through into a candle lit bedroom, by the smell some were obviously scented. I retrieved my four bed restraint cuffs out of my bag and found places to secure them all. I removed the duvet and placed two large towels on the bed, before heading back towards Sheema.
She was sitting down, with her legs crossed, showing of her long thighs. I walked up to her and held out my hand, "Its time".
She looked up at me and smiled before standing and walked towards me. I placed my hands on her head and looked down at her, before bringing our mouths together.
We kissed, not with passion but it was physical, we were both relaxed with each other in this intimate situation. After several minutes, I pulled away.
It was obvious that she was now aroused, as was I. Her breathing was heavy and her nipples were protruding through her dress. I noticed a zip on the back of her dress. I reached round her back and unzipped it. She started to remove her dress.
"Stop, let me sit down first" I ordered "So I can see your lovely figure from afar".
I sat down, and she came up to me, before letting one and then both straps down her shoulders, allowing the dress fall to the ground, revealing her lovely cream lacy bra and matching thong.
"Turn around, please."
With that she turned her self around slowly, the thong was brief, sliding up nicely between the cheeks of her buttocks.
Facing me again, her hand reached behind her back as she unclasped her bra, and letting it fall to the ground, revealing a lovely pair of olive coloured breasts.
"What do you think?" she asked as she came close to me and offered my mouth a nipple.
"I think its time we went through to the bedroom." and took her hand and led her through.
