She was getting dressed up, putting on make up ready for a night out with the girls. Their parties always went off. Once she arrives she is introduced to the new crowd of rowdy partygoers. Most are faces she knows, but there is one guy in particular that takes her fancy. He has fair hair, bearded jaw, about 26. His name is Leroy. She discovers that he plays drums in a band that was playing in town that night. Like a moth drawn to the flame she convinces the girls that what they really needed was to go dance their socks off in town that night. So an hour after the mysterious stranger had left for his gig, they were piling into a taxi that would drive her to her fate.
The drinks were flowing, the skanky dancing getting intense so they piled outside to roll up a couple of ciggys. While out there, her gaze was drawn to the crowd stuffed into the next bar; primo old school rock pumping out of the speakers.
"Dude, we so need to pop over there, I'm keen for a drunken sing, let's go."
So they make the move to the next bar where a round of shots were ordered before getting some booze to drink on the dance floor. Really getting into it the trio wriggled their way to the front of the crowd to get a glimpse of the band making these people into animals despite themselves. After the last notes of a particularly sexy song the three girls made it to the front to see the band. 'Awesome, it is him', went through her head.
He shot her a quick grin before debating with band mates over the next tune, generating an appreciative murmur from the pack circulating in front of them. Singing and dancing just for him, she made sure that this was her hottest dance yet, earning confused although vaguely understanding glances from her friends.
Outside for another ciggy, last song strummed, the girls mingle with the last of the town socialites. A hand slides over her shoulder, all conversation on how wasted we were stopped dead. He had come over to offer her a free drink. So they sat down and talked while the bar staff had a last drink before lock up. Somehow, in the only the way a drunken conversation can, fantasies became the topic of interest. Fortunately the bar had closed and it was time to call it a night without her having to disclose her dirtiest thoughts to this seriously sexy man. Decency permitted her to go home with the girls, but she knew his interest was peaked too; she would be able to wait a while to get to that stage and then see what he does with the information.
After a few cute texts and enquiries about dates; dinner, movies etc. The new friends meet again at a party, this time the girls were busy with other friends and she had been the only one to attend this particular party. She knew his band was on early in the night and he came and found her soon after his set, in the by-now-familiar smokers' corner. It wasn't long until the booze consumed egged her into making her more animal urges ooze by the way of pheromones through her pores and into his imagination. It didn't take long for them to get back to the long past but not forgotten topic of fantasies. His were the usual, two girls, being tied up etc but he was floored by the actions that she was reciting to this unknown entity. As she went through the motions of explaining what she thought about when she was alone with only her thoughts, his mind flicked through the various scenarios, mentally tracking each move. It was perfect. Tonight was perfect. They were relatively unknown to each other so that would be exciting, but there was enough knowledge for a little bit of trust to form. It definitely could work. In this situation he devised a plan, knowing that it could get a little messy, but would definitely be fun and take care of what to do for the next few days. Fun.
Seeing the girl nearly out on her feet, slurring her words, with the strangest 'glad eye' plastered to her more than pleasing face, he took it into his hands and made excuses so they could part together without sounding too suspicious. How he knew that she needed to get out of that stifling party she'd never know but was very thankful to have some alone time with this wonderful guy. Pity that she had skulled too many Cody's to try and compensate for her lost nerve. He took her to his house, but before they went inside she had to find a bush. Making an absolute mess of things and horribly ashamed of her trollopy behavior, she was mortified when he came back soon after holding a towel, cleaning her up and leading her inside. To the bathroom they went, he handed her a glass of water as she went. He passed her a toothbrush and paste and while she was busy he turned on the shower and retrieved another towel from the hot water cupboard. Teeth brushed, she turned around preparing to apologize for her unwarranted actions, a full blush heating her cheeks. As the words started to tumble out he reached for her and planted the most sensually hot kiss on her parted lips.
All words dissipated in the steamy air as the kiss deepened and nerves tingled. She couldn't focus on anything else but him. All of a sudden he made quick work of her revealing top and dropped her pants with nothing more than a doctoral once over and promptly stashed her in the shower. Keeping his head, he managed to clean her thoroughly without passing the boundary of good taste, while igniting a bonfire at her center.
Helping her out of the shower, he dried her head to toe and deposited her in front of the heater watching the tele, while he fixed a smoke. He'd been busy while she was being sick like a homeless man in his garden. The couch was pulled out in the bed that it doubled as, and on TV there was some very interesting viewing, concerning a very poorly disguised porn film. Not that she minded in the least. Her head was still spinning from the alcohol and the exhilaration of sitting in the lounge in only a towel with a complete stranger. She wondered how far she had gone with her description of her fantasy and indeed which one it was that she had described. Some were definitely shocking but the alcohol had blurred her mind as to what had been discussed.
He came back at that moment with a finely rolled smoke which they shared together. She thought at the time that he didn't seem to be as wasted as her, but put it down to the alcohol and leaned back to relax in the swirls of haze tunneling her senses. The images on the TV screen taunting her and the warm thigh of Leroy's pressed against her side propelled many other thoughts through her minds eye making her almost wriggle with temptation.
Leroy gets up and leaves the room, too body stoned to move she watches the tele, with all the suggestive visions on the screen she is soon dripping hot.
When he comes back she can see he has with him some extra accessories. He reaches over and slides a mask over her eyes. The darkness does not worry her; her senses are all at once heightened. Her nipples go instantly hard; she knows where this is going to take them.
In an instant she is lying on the bed, her towel slipping dangerously close to her hard nipples. Her arms are bound and pulled to each side of the bed, comfortable yet unable to move too far, her mouth opens slightly and an excited whimper emerges. His lips are soon on hers.
"I'm stoked that you told me your fantasy so let's try this out. Safe word: Fantastic. No bruises, no blood, sensations not pain, just like you said. You in?"
