Nick was delighted that she had invited him for dinner. Karin was a fantastic looking woman, about 25 years old, she had recently moved to the country from Stockholm. Like many Swedish women, she was tall, slim and had long blond hair. She dressed casually, typically wearing a pair of blue jeans that just seemed to hug her waist and really showed off her great figure.
Nick typically had no shortage of female attention, although he tended to specialize in drunk women in miniskirts that he met in clubs. Despite, or perhaps because of his quick wit and gift of the gab, sophisticated women tended to be more of a challenge for him. Karin, however, was training to be a doctor, spoke three languages and was certainly in a different league from his previous conquests.
They had met at a martial arts class. Nick had only been a few times and had only just bought a uniform. Karin had a brown belt and by contrast appeared to know what she was doing. The difference in their levels meant that they never actually trained together, but Nick often watched her sparring. She could even make a karate robe look good.
Although six people had been invited to dinner, Nick thought there had been a certain spark between him and Karin and he hoped that the evening would give him the chance to get to know her better.
He arrived fashionable late, although not late enough, as he was still the first person to arrive. Karin rented a small basement flat in the centre of the city, which had its own private courtyard below street level. She opened the door and greeted him with a kiss on both cheeks. He wasn't sure whether that was a sign or not, but concluded that was probably just the typical Swedish greeting.
Karin was wearing a short blue silky dress and looked fantastic. She led Nick into the kitchen and offered him a drink. The conversation was going well and Nick felt that Karin could easily be his next conquest. Twenty minutes later and with still no sign of the others, Nick went to use the toilet.
As Karin refilled their glasses she almost wished that she hadn't invited the others. Nick was a very fit and sexy guy and very charismatic, he was exactly how she'd imagined English guys to be. While he wasn't the kind of guy that her parent's would consider suitable, right then he was exactly the kind of guy that she wanted to have fun with.
As Nick was washing his hands, he saw Karin's laundry basket in the corner of the bathroom. On top of the pile of dirty washing was Karin's favourite pair of blue jeans that had been filling his daydreams for the last week.
The jeans were old and the blue had faded significantly. They had originally been quite tight, certainly well fitting, but had slowly changed shape with numerous cycles of washing, shrinking and being re-stretched around Karin's hips and butt. They were now a carbon copy of the Swedish woman's slim figure.
He walked over to the laundry basket and picked up the jeans. He held them up to his face and felt the material against his skin. Then, after checking that the bathroom door was locked, he slowly pulled them over his head so that his head was exactly where Karin's pert butt had been all those times before. Karin had a slim waist and the jeans were a close fit around his head. After a minute of enjoying the feeling, he took them off and started to look around the room for a belt. This was a bonus he thought, a nice little teaser before the main event he was planning for later that night.
Although he could find nothing in the way of a belt, he saw a combination padlock lying next to Karin's gym kit. This would do. The lock had four dials each with ten numbers on each. That was 10,000 combinations, but fortunately, the lock was open. He picked up the lock in one hand and pulled the jeans back over his head with the other. He then slipped the padlock through as many of the belt hoops as he could so that the jeans were locked tightly around his neck. He then very carefully turned the top dial to the right by one number to lock the padlock in place.
Nick felt a rush of excitement knowing that his head was now locked inside Karin's jeans. Inside it was dark and he stood there for a moment enjoying the warmth and her scent. After losing himself for a few minutes he remembered where he was and went to unlock the padlock.
He turned the top dial of the combination lock, but nothing happened. He then turned it two notches the other way. Still nothing. Nick panicked as he started to turn the top dial notch by notch, but then realized that he had accidentally moved the bottom dial at the same time. He tried to put that back in position. Things were getting worse; he started to turn all four wheels, but the lock remained firmly closed.
He tried to unbutton the jeans, but that didn't help him either, as he had locked the padlock through belt hoops either side of the zip. He was trapped, there was no way he could get the jeans off his head. He pulled as hard as he could at the material, but everything was too well sewed. Without anything to cut the material, the denim was as secure and as inescapable as steel. His head was inside and there was no way he was getting out.
By unzipping the unbuttoning the jeans he could just see through a gap in the jeans large enough to see the combination lock in the mirror. But that didn't help, he hadn't noted what the combination was before he snapped it shut. He heard a voice from outside.
"Hey Nick, are you OK in there?"
"Fine", he replied.
After a few moment's thought, he called out "Karin, do you know the combination for your padlock?"
Karin was puzzled, but intrigued. "Yes, why you ask?"
"No reason," he lied.
"OK, if it's no reason then is no need for me to tell you," Karin replied as she bent down and looked through the keyhole.
Initially she was shocked, what on earth was he doing? How dare he play with her clothes! But as she watched Nick become increasingly desperate, her reaction changed to amusement, he would never live this one down. She had wanted to have some fun with him and now she could do whatever she chose .She started to run the options through her mind.
"I'll only tell you the number if it was important" she continued, "maybe if you were locked in my jeans".
Shit, she knew. He felt for the door and turned the key. "I'm really sorry he started, please just get me out of here and I'll leave".
"Why?" Karin asked, "you got your head in there, you get it out".
Nick started to think. OK she was going to make him pay for this, but surely she wasn't going to embarrass him in front of the other guests? Should he make a run for the door? Perhaps, but he was sure that she would be able to stop him if she wanted to, plus walking through the streets with jeans locked on your head was hardly inconspicuous. He would have to play along.
Karin took his hand, the first time they had actually touched, and led him into her lounge and positioned him by the sofa.
"It's a shame that you'll have to spend dinner with your head locked in my dirty jeans", Karin smiled as placed a glass of wine in his hand.
"I'm really sorry, please just let me out," Nick pleaded.
"Not chance" Karin smiled in her almost perfect English.
"You have to, I can't stay in here, there's no air."
"Why did you want to put her head where my bottom has been for so long?" she asked, although she had long known the effect she had on guys.
Nick had never been so embarrassed, the situation made all the worse by the fact that he had to sip his wine through the open zip of her jeans.
"Drink quickly, as I will zip you up now," she giggled.
Nick didn't need much encouragement and drained his glass with the next mouthful. Karin put down her glass and moved closer so that she was sitting right next to him. Nick could partially see her through the open zip, her eyes had a mischievous, confident look. At least one of them was enjoying this.
She positioned the open zip over his mouth and lent closer and gave him a quick kiss on the lips. This made Nick jump and she giggled at his reaction.
"You will have to await another kiss," she purred.
Karin zipped and buttoned up her jeans and in doing so removed Nick's small amount of fresh air and light and all the while continued to chat away with her accented voice as if everything was normal. She then turned the jeans around on his head, so that the back of the jeans was covering his face.
Nick made conversation as best he could, while discretely trying to play with the padlock.
"Leave that, it's not opening," Karin ordered as she slapped him gently on the hand.
Nick felt slightly disorientated not being able to see. He was also dealing with a woman that he didn't know and who clearly had a mean streak.
"When are the others arriving?" he asked.
"Any moment, I hope you like them."
"I can't meet them like this?"
"Why, you look cute, better then usually," she giggled.
At that point the door bell rang. Karin watched amused as he looked around even though he could see a thing.
"Karin!" he cried, "what should I, I mean where..."
Karin just sat there giggling, this was fun, she could do whatever she wanted to this guy and it felt good. She lifted up a large ottoman which was pushed up against one wall of the lounge so that it could act as an extra seat. Underneath the ottoman was hollow with enough space for someone to lie curled up.
"You can join us for dinner or hide under here," Karin said as the doorbell rang again.
There was no way he wanted to be seen like this and so he let Karin take his hand and lead him to the ottoman. He curled up and let the blonde lower it on top of him. Apart from a one inch gap at the base Nick was now completely hidden from view.
Karin led the additional four guests into the lounge and started to pour drinks. Nick was relieved that he didn't recognise any of the voices of the two guys and two girls but still had no intention of being found like this.
There were only three lounge chairs in the room and so it was no surprise when one guest sat down on the ottoman. The soft padded top sunk under the weight, until the underneath of the seat was only an inch from his shoulder. Then a second person sat down on the ottoman which made the underside of the seat push against Nick's shoulder and he had to roll slowly on to his back to relieve the pressure.
Nick slowly unzipped the jeans and positioned the small opening by his eyes. He looked out through the small gap underneath the ottoman but all he could see was shoes. As far as he could tell two women were sitting on top of him, probably Karin and one of the other women. He couldn't get out with them sitting on top of him, but then he had no intention of leaving his hiding place while Karin still had company. The five friends ate dinner at the table only meters from the ottoman and then returned to the sofa and ottoman for coffee and some Swedish spirit that by all accounts had a kick to it.
Throughout the evening Karin kept glancing across to where Nick was hiding. If she chose she could just lift the ottoman and embarrass the hell out of him. The thought turned her on, but she also knew that someone would take pity on him and help him get free. Maybe there was more fun to be had by keeping him in place.
By the time the guests left, Nick was starving. It seemed as though he had tried every combination, but the padlock was still firmly locked. He was hot, particularly his head, and his body ached from lying on her hard wooden floor.
Karin closed and locked her front door and returned to the lounge. She lifted the ottoman and was pleased to see that her jeans still enclosed his head.
"They're gone," Karin said as she stood over him and prodded him with her shoe.
"For f*** sake get these off me!" he cried out in frustration.
"Three hours in my dirty jeans, you going to have my smell on you for weeks."
Nick started to climb to his feet.
