Copyright 2002 Del Edwards
She was wearing a sheepish grin as he opened the door for her. He chuckled and stepped back inviting her in. Both handcuffs were around her right wrist. She had made sure the keyholes faced out on both cuffs. "This is embarrassing," she said.
"Hey, I think it's great that you and Ted can play that way," he said as he lead her through the kitchen and out into the garage. "Shows some imagination," he added. She unlocked one cuff almost expertly and let it dangle. He swiveled the machinist's vice and locked it in position.
His friend Ted had called about an hour ago in a panic. He had to be at the airport to catch a flight in just over an hour. He explained that he and Lynn had been playing bedroom games and one of the handcuffs had jammed and was locked on her right wrist. Ted had asked if Lynn could come by after she dropped him at the airport so he could cut it off with a hacksaw.
He was concentrating on the mechanics of the cuff and decided he could make a single cut close to the locking mechanism so the single strand could rotate open and free her wrist. It was a slim and delicate wrist not unlike the beautifully defined muscular thighs that extended from the bell-like cut-off legs of the farmer's overalls she was wearing. The cloth was khaki colored and the hardware was tarnished copper. Under it was a simple white cotton blouse with a band of eyelet lace above her breasts and another below. No white showed through the holes and he concluded she was not wearing a bra. She didn't need to...she was a very slim, small-breasted woman of extraordinary beauty. Soft oiled-tanned leather loafers completed the outfit.
Fingering the hard steel cuff and the thin fragility of her wrist he gently guided them to the jaws of the machinist's vice mounted on his workbench. She was breathing fast. The vice rattled and growled as he spun the screw closing the cold steel jaws onto the cuff that held her captive. He used all of his body weight on the screw handle to make sure the jaws were tight.
"I've seen that look before when your imagination was lubricated with just the right amount of wine," she commented trying to sound casual.
"What to you mean," he asked knowing she was firmly secured and could not move away from him or the bench.
"Those unguarded moments when I glanced at you and found you glazing at me like you were fantasizing about having me," she replied.
"Like when?" he asked with a mixture of curiosity and defensiveness.
"Most notably the night of the last pool party. Your eyes were so intense I could feel them on me before I ever looked to confirm it.
He remembered that night too. She was wearing a very skimpy black string bikini. The shoestring bow ties at the back of her neck and between her breasts begged to be pulled open as did the same knots high on each hip. She was barely covered by the four triangles of black material. One over each breast was wet and showed the contour of her erect nipples. The other two triangles were joined at a point between her legs almost covering the crack of her ass in the back and her sex flower in the front. There was no pubic hair. She hadn't been sure if the shiver that flowed through her body was due to the cool night air or his gaze.
He paused for a very long moment then nodded and said, "That's true. You're very perceptive."
"I've wondered about you too," she gushed. "I've had fantasies about us."
"Like what?" he asked in a small voice, his throat constricted with excitement.
"One of my favorites is where you handcuff me and cut my panties off."
"Pretty much like you are now, huh?" he answered.
"Ohgod, you're gonna do it, aren't you," she gasped at him. The thumb of her left hand was under the shoulder strap of the cutoff overalls. She pushed it toward him and said, "You'll have to help me...it takes two hands to open the clasp." He was familiar with the spring bail and button arrangement and easily opened it. Her hand crossed her chest and offered him the remaining strap clasp. He made quick work of it. When he let go the bib flopped to her waist though the straps remained in place over her shoulders.
She used her free hand to open the buttons of her blouse. Then she shrugged her way out of it until it was hanging at her right elbow. Her pink-brown nipples were comfortably warm and in the shape of a cone, not a cone with protruding cylinder wanting to be warmed by sucking lips.
She whined as she fought with the copper-colored buttons of the cut-off overalls at her left hip. "Help me, help me with the other ones," she implored in a soprano voice. A few seconds later she stood nearly naked before him, her overalls about her ankles protected only by a lavender string bikini panty about her hips.
