The silence of night rang in her ears as she peered at the building, her heartbeat quickening when she saw the shadow dance on the curtain. She turned off the car and nervously smoothed her short, black skirt and tugged on her fishnet, knee-high stockings. She knew what was in store for the night, though she had never had a fantasy become a reality before, so she was uneasy about everything working as planned.
She opened the car door and slid her legs out slowly... acutely aware that she was being watched. She tried to calm her nerves and took a deep breath as she crossed the road and started up the steps. The porch light was dark, but she could see a sliver of light through the slightly open front door. She took one last breath then pushed at the door. The room was dimly lit by candles and she glanced around, but couldn't see anyone through the strange shadows the candlelight threw on the walls. She turned and pushed the door closed and just as the latch clicked, she felt a warm breath on her neck and strong arms surrounded her body; firmly commanding her attention with a surprisingly gentle touch. She gasped at her body's betrayal as her mind screamed for her to fight. A whisper demanded she stay perfectly still and as she obeyed, a silk scarf draped across her eyes and was tightened comfortably yet securely, then the gentle arms grasped hers and led her to a different part of the room.
She shivered as she no longer felt his touch, but knew he was close by. She felt a slight sensation of fear and anticipation as she felt the same strong hands gently tugging up her skirt, revealing the simple black thong that had been picked out earlier in the day along with the rest of her outfit. She suppressed a smile as the thought passed her mind that there was really no point in spending so much time looking the part, her clothes were the least important thing this night. She was brought back to reality as she was pushed onto a cold, hard surface, her breath catching in her throat as her mostly bare skin touched the seemingly frozen metal. She leaned back tentatively and was relieved to find a similar surface, telling her it was a simple metal folding chair. She felt his hands caress her calves as he tied her ankles to the legs of the chair, then he moved to her wrists as she started to worry that things may get out of hand. Once each knot was secure, he left her to wait for a few minutes as he gathered a few items. Though he was only away from her for moments, it felt like an eternity of waiting. Her body started betraying her anticipation and she found herself adjusting on the chair that was just beginning to take on some of her body's warmth.
She was concentrating on her own thoughts so intently, she didn't hear his return. She felt his hot breath on her neck and she ached to feel his lips, his tongue, but it never came. She stretched her neck in his direction, but he moved away silently and a whimper escaped her lips, letting her disappointment be known. His hands ran over her still clothed shoulders and followed the curve of her breasts, gently pinching her nipples to test her reaction. As she quickly let out the breath she didn't know she was holding, she could sense him smile with approval. He toyed with the buttons for a little while, and then his own anticipation betrayed him as he began pulling at the shirt until the last button was free. He pushed the shirt over her shoulders and down her arms and she felt the top of the icy chair on her shoulder blades. His fingers traced the line of her bra, instantly making her nipples hard and she suddenly felt constricted by the fabric, though she was only contained by one simple clasp. As if reading her mind, he deftly unfastened the clasp with a single hand, freeing her to feel the cool air on her bare skin. He pushed the bra over her shoulders, along the same path of her shirt, and she realized that her own clothes would help hold her to this chair until he was satisfied with her.
