He arrived at my house almost five minutes early. He brought a flower for my mother and thanked her for helping me look so beautiful that evening. He shook my dad's hand and promised to take good care of me; but didn't give a specific time we'd return, saying he didn't know how long the post party would run. He has a terrific smile, tuxedo and blue eyes. His light brown hair was parted in the middle and gave him a boyish charm that radiated throughout the front room. He offered his hand, then arm to me as I descended the stairs, complimented me on my dress, shoes and hair. He handed me a boxed corsage of white and red roses and asked my dad to pin it to my gown. That's when my dads' face lite up, he smiled at me so big, and kissed my cheek softly when he finished pinning the flower to my dress. My feet fairly floated out the door with my escort.
My escorts' name was David. David Devine a stage name I think. He works as an exotic dancer to finance his art major and physical education minor at State University. He's a Sophomore. He also opens car doors for high school girls. What he wasn't - was very tall. I was looking him pretty much eye to eye with me in two inch heels. During the ride to the school gymnasium he asked me how much I knew about dancing, what signals I wanted to use for him to get me drinks and how much, if at all he was to talk to my friends. Had I told them anything about him and did I want him to be a friend of a friend, pen-pal, second cousin or something other?
I had not told anyone about him, and asked what he would suggest. He said pen-pal was probably safest. He asked if I understood that there could be no sex 'on the clock' because that would be prostitution. That any sex was discretionary and consensual. I told him I didn't think that would be a problem, as I had a boy friend who would have been here tonight were it not for a motorcycle accident.
He dropped me off at the entrance, and asked for me to wait for him just inside the doorway while he parked the car. That way my hairstyle wouldn't get ruined by the weather. He certainly was thoughtful, and before the next limo had dropped its passengers he was jogging up the asphalt to retrieve me from the foyer. I produced our invitations and we located our table within minutes. He deposited my wrap on the back of my chair, reversed so my exposed back wouldn't touch the metal of the chair and asked what I would like to drink. He politely kissed me on the cheek and walked to the punch bowl. He brought two punch glasses and two water glasses back. I'll bet he's waited tables a time or two as well. After sipping the punch he asked if he might have this dance.
Four dances later we returned to our seats. I was warm and he was terrific. He chatted with me and another couple at the table while I sipped punch for maybe two or three more songs. We then danced until the band took its break. He escorted me back to the table, refilled our drinks and asked me if he might be excused for a cigarette break outside, promising to return in five minutes.
The Band returned and he was back before the prom court introductions. I couldn't smell anything but his cologne when he returned, how do you suppose he does that. We waited until two songs had passed before dancing again. We stopped maybe twice the remainder of the prom. He rubbed my feet that last time. That probably was a mistake because I didn't last three more dances. I should have brought other shoes, but he said bare feet looked good on me, and I believed him. I looked terrific; people were watching us dance all night, every time we were on the dance floor people made way for us as we swished around the room. I felt so light in his arms, so delicate and beautiful.
The post prom party was more of the same, except the punch had vodka mixed in, and it went down much easier. A couple fellas from my class asked to dance with me, and that was okay, but I didn't feel as special with them. Dave just stood by and discreetly watched. One of the cheer leaders walked over and talked to him; hoping he would dance with her, but he just chatted her up until I returned. Several people asked if we were going to the forest preserve to watch the sunrise, but Dave said that was my decision.
I said no a couple times and David backed me up, but eventually I relented. I said we'd only stay for a few minutes, then leave. Well it took longer than I anticipated. The vodkas were making me feel warm and friendly. Jimmy's best friend from school had felt me up during our last dance, and I was starting to think sex was a good idea. Dave had been a perfect gentleman, suave and debonair. During the ride I broached the subject of sex and Dave said he would consider it. I suggested that since sex was 'off-the-clock' I didn't know how this could work. He told me that he was going to consider 'the clock' as having stopped when we left the post-prom party.
That sounded terrific, actually better than terrific. I suggested we park close to the trees and he agreed. He asked what kind of sex I liked, and I said I didn't know there was a menu. He suggested several things that I didn't know much about, then he said 'S&M' which I did recognize. Jimmy wasn't interested in anything except strait fucking and 'bondage' sounded sophisticated. He asked me if I wanted to tie him up, or if he should tie me up. I told him I didn't have any idea how to go about it, so could he tie me up. I would trust him to keep me safe. He popped the trunk compartment and jumped out of the car, returning with a small gym bad. He produced a condom, a couple rolls of white tape and elastic bandages. After showing me these things he asked if I was still interested. Once we started he would assume that any squirming and yelling I did was just part of the 'scene' because some people get off on the struggling. I said I understood.
He turned me so that my back was to him and started unbuttoning my dress. He kneaded my shoulder muscles and pushed the straps off my shoulders. As my dress fells away, his warm hands were rubbing me everywhere above the waist. My bra disappeared as my breasts fell into his warm strong hands. The palms of his hands circling my breasts, raising my nipples and the little nubs around the tits. He kissed the base of my neck and pulled me to him. I half turned to meet his kiss and let his tongue explore my mouth. When that kiss finished he asked if I was ready. I was more than ready and said so.
He turned my back to him again, dropped his hands to my elbows and pulled them together behind my back. He held them together with one hand and picked up a roll of tape with the other. He circled my arms just below and above the elbows with several wraps of tape. He asked if it was too tight, and I said it was tight but okay. Next thing he does is place a strip of tape across my eyes. His hands are rubbing my shoulders, neck and breasts again. After a few minutes my breathing is becoming more labored and when my mouth gaps open he stuffs in a cloth. He carefully wrapped the elastic bandage around my head to hold it in and preserve my hairdo.. He checked with me again to see if I'm okay and I nod my head yes, but I'm a little scared and very excited.
