The party was winding down and I thought I had time to have one more for the road. The upstairs fridge was down to just Bud, but someone told me the host had a small fridge down in the basement with a fresh stash of Corona. So, I thought, what the hell. I didn't know the guy who threw the party, more of a friend of a friend of a friend, which was why I should have thought twice about wandering around a stranger's house.
The basement was dimly lit, with only the requisite lights on, illuminating the way to the beat-up refrigerator in the corner. Some people kept their basements nice and orderly, others used it as just another place to throw their out-of-sight, out-of-mind junk - camping gear, boxes of clothes, old furniture. This was one of those cluttered, full basements.
I spied a couch a little further in, just on the edge of the light from the forlorn naked lightbulb near the fridge and thought that a few quiet moments with a beer in a stranger's basement was the best way to end the evening.
As I got closer to the couch, what I thought was a pile of blankets suddenly moved, and were I not four beers down already, I would have jumped. As it was, I inched closer, wondering what kind of rat or dog was that big. Then I heard a noise, definitely human, and definitely female. But not the kind of noise I heard every day. It would have been a question, were it not sounding muffled. As I got closer, I could see a bit of sandy blonde hair sticking out from under the top of the blanket.
I looked around thinking this was a joke, but the party was still going on upstairs and there was no one down here but me and whoever was hidden under a blanket on the couch. I pulled the blanket away and two gorgeous green eyes stared back at me over a mouth gagged with a big red ball. I sort of recognized her from the party - she'd asked me if she could bum a cigarette from me earlier and when I told her I didn't smoke, she apologized, those eyes flashing sexy for a moment, before moving on.
She was obviously expecting someone else because she started shaking her head vigorously and tried to say something behind the gag. The blanket fell away and I was amazed to see that she was tied up, and rather tightly. Her dress had been pulled open exposing her pert littlish breasts and white rope was wrapped around her, above and below her creamy boobs. I pulled the blanket down further and saw that more rope ran around her waist, presumably anchoring her hands behind her, and a rope snuck through her thighs, tightly cinching her silk dress tight to her crotch. Knees and ankles were also tied.
She was thrashing a little, embarrassed, her eyes going to the more lit corridor, so I pulled the blanket back up and she calmed down a little. Damn, finding a half-naked, tied up girl tucked away on a dusty old couch was the last thing I expected when I came down looking for a beer. I came out of my daze and realized she was staring at me, those green eyes like a doe caught in the headlights.
"Are you ok?" I asked.
She nodded and tried to say something around the gag.
"Here, let me ..." I sat down on the couch next to her and she turned so I could work the buckle of the gag. She popped it out of her mouth with a sexy little sound and without thinking, I wiped away the string of saliva that trickled down her chin. My fingers brushed her lips and she shook her head but when she looked back at me her face was flushed.
"Who did this to you," I asked. She was looking around, almost frantically and that got me looking too.
"My boyfriend. You shouldn't be here. He'll be angry you found me. You should put it back in my mouth and just leave." She opened her mouth wide and it was all I could do not to lean over and kiss those soft luscious lips. She was definitely a cutie.
What I did was brush a wisp of sandy blonde hair out of her eyes. "Who's your boyfriend."
She stilled, fixing me with those lovely green eyes. "You wouldn't know him."
"Try me." I felt an odd sense of power, a feeling I'd never felt with a woman. She was helpless, of course and this was the first time since childhood Cowboys and Indians that I'd ever even imagined having a discussion with someone who was tied up. But there was something more than just the ropes that held her captive under the blanket. It was something else, something subtle. Something that spoke to a part of me that was suddenly making me very turned on. And even though I didn't know her from Adam, I would swear she was turned on too. Her hard nipples and flushed cheeks gave it away.
She tried to blow the wisp of hair that had fallen back over her eyes, eyes that never left mine. "Bobby Janecky."
I did know Bobby Janecky. A real dick. One of the circle of friends that I tended to hang around with sparingly. The problem was ...
