As she had more than once in the past while, Alice wondered if she was crazy for asking her boyfriend to do this. For the longest time she had fantasized about being taken by a complete stranger, and on top of that being unable to do anything about it. She trusted him to pick someone who wouldn’t hurt her, but just the same it could be anyone. It could be one of his friends, one of her co-workers, someone from college, or whoever else he had in mind. And so here she was, waiting in darkness for the stranger.
Once again she tried to form a mental picture of her predicament to pass the time. Soft ropes were tied around her wrists and looped around under the bed to secure again around the ankles of her sock feet. No amount of wriggling would get her out of one or the other. Her tight blue jeans showed off her shapely hips and thighs, and the equally tight black shirt was just barely see-through enough to show the outline of her bra. Her ample breasts, thrust out slightly from her arms being held up above her head, rose and fell with anxious breathing. She chewed her lip nervously and almost wished she hadn’t asked for the blindfold, though she was glad he had found one that wouldn’t mess up her curly blonde hair.
She sighed softly. How long had she been waiting? It could have been a few minutes, it could have been an hour. It could have been days for all she knew. The blindfold was too dark for her to see even a faint shadow of her stranger, and despite straining her ears all she could ever hear was her heartbeat. Then without warning a pair of lips pressed softly to hers, causing her to squeak in surprise. The squeak turned into a whimper as the stranger’s lips pulled away. She craned her neck, searching for him, but to no avail.
Once again she was wrapped in darkness. There was no sound of anyone else in the room. Had she imagined the kiss? As if to answer her thoughts, the tip of a tongue appeared on her collarbone and traced slowly up her neck to just behind her ear. She arched her neck and let out a ragged breath at the light touch and turned to try to capture the lips with hers, but they were gone just as quickly as they had appeared.
She turned her head side to side to try to spot at least his silhouette, but she could see nothing. Then she jumped at the feel of a fingertip grazing against her ankle and moving slowly up her calf. She giggled nervously as the touch moved along the back of her knee. She wriggled a little as the finger drew circles up her inner thigh. When the touch reached her center she whimpered softly and tried to arch herself towards the finger as best she could, but he seemed to know exactly how much movement she could manage and gave her only the barest touch no matter how she wriggled.
His fingers then continued upward, walking slowly up her belly and seemingly exciting butterflies inside. She held her breath as his fingers neared her breasts, nervous about being touched by a stranger but by the same token wanting to be touched by someone. He gently stroked up and down her cleavage, making her moan softly in anticipation. She knew her nipples had to be standing out through her shirt and bra by now, but he neglected them for the moment and stroked up her neck instead. The feel of a touch on bare skin made her gasp.
When the fingers touched her lips she couldn’t help but nibble at them, flitting her small tongue over it as it slipped between her lips and sucking on it gently. The fingers disappeared and were soon replaced by a tender kiss. Instinctively her hands strained against her bonds to try to caress his face. Meanwhile his fingers walked back down her body and made her twitch and whimper into the kiss as he began to stroke between her legs again. He touched her harder this time, not holding back, making her quiver. Her lips parted in a moan and his tongue deftly slipped between them.
