Author's Note:
This story portrays a sexual event in a universe where unprotected and anonymous sex has no consequences, so please enjoy it as such. It is a work of fiction; any resemblance to any person or event is unintentional and coincidental, and all characters are over 18. As always, I appreciate your taking the time to leave comments and feedback.
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My name is Willow, and I'm a sex... enthusiast. I revel in fantasy, role-playing, and physically sharing sexual experiences. My principal partner in crime is my long-time friend, Damon. We enthrall each other with descriptions of our respective sexual encounters, share and sometimes role-play fantasies, and have watched each other and joined in with each other with a third sex partner.
You might call our relationship polyamorous, friends-with-benefits, or sexually open—or maybe all of these. We don't worry about defining us; instead, we accept that we get turned on talking about, watching, and having sex. With each other, with others, or both. We are open, honest, and considerate of each other—our relationship may change someday, but it works for us now.
Last summer, Damon and I decided to role-play a fantasy situation I knew I'd never do for real. My kinky dream was to be taken by many anonymous men while naked, blindfolded, and tied up in "public."
I didn't desire to be humiliated, tortured, or abused like many violent porn scenarios portray. Instead, I wanted to feel wanted, lusted after, and pleasured sexually—the idea of anonymous, unpredictable, and beyond-my-control sex was a real turn-on for me. As if my naked body was irresistible to men who only wanted to appreciate and sexually experience me. Pleasure me and themselves. Feeling vulnerable and not knowing when or how I would be touched added to the excitement and feeling of risk.
The plan was for Damon to pretend to be a passing stranger who finds me naked and bound and touches and fucks me. Then he would make me wait an unpredictable length of time before pretending to be another guy who comes along and also fingers, licks me, etc. I would not know how long I'd be there, how or what Damon would do, and would be unable to see or move from my position.
And yes, as you have likely surmised from the title of this story, things went quite differently than I'd planned.
Damon and I had scouted and found a secluded clearing in the woods on the outskirts of town that was accessible but private enough that there was little chance of anyone else discovering us. A perfect location for our role play: technically in public but in reality a relatively safe place.
For extra fun, we set up two "hidden" motion-activated video cameras in different locations to enjoy the adventure together afterward. I would be on one of those oversized folding camping chairs with a padded seat and back and fabric armrests that people use to watch outdoor events.
We arrived at the clearing and set up the camera and chair. I peed behind some bushes as a precaution, not knowing how long I'd be confined. Then I stripped and sat nude on the chair, with my legs lifted, spread, and resting along the armrests.
Damon tied my ankles to the armrests with soft straps. My wrists were tied to each other by a strap length, and two additional straps ran from that strap over the back of the chair and were secured behind. This mostly prevented me from blocking or grabbing anything before me but left me with some maneuverability.
I could rest my bent elbows on the armrests with arms and hands held upright or lift my arms so my hands were up by my head as if I were stretching. I was reasonably comfortable but still bound with restricted movement.
After Damon finished tying me, he faced me with a blindfold in hand. Our eyes locked, shining with mischief and arousal, and then Damon slipped on my blindfold, cutting off all vision.
The warmth of the summer sun on my nude body and face contrasted with the sudden darkness from the blindfold—the effect was darker than closing my eyes. The juxtaposition of sun and darkness instantly created an odd, surreal undertone to the experience. My body shivered with anticipation despite the warm, sunny day.
We had practiced the set-up at home, so I knew how I looked. I sat in the chair, leaning slightly back, totally naked, on display to anyone who happened by. My wavy brown hair tumbled loosely past my shoulders and tits, kept off my face by my blindfold, with natural highlights shimmering in the sunlight. My slightly teardrop-shaped, soft breasts sported pink nipples and silver dollar-sized areolae. Faint tan lines emphasized my pale boobs against the rest of my skin.
My abs were pretty flat, and below that, my neatly trimmed triangle of dark pubic hair seemed to point down to my bare labia. My lifted and spread legs presented my pussy like a gift offering, peeled open in the sunlight, inner lips open like flower petals and glistening with moisture.
Damon double-checked my binds and blindfold. "See you later," he said in a gruff voice. "Got some shit to do, so you're on your own now. Enjoy the nice weather, and don't do anything I wouldn't do." Then, he made a lot of noise to make it obvious he was leaving the area.
I waited. I didn't know how soon he would return, but it seemed longer than expected. The sun felt good on my skin, tempered by a pleasant breeze. Leaves rustled. Birds bickered and trilled. I don't know how much time passed: five minutes, fifteen minutes—I couldn't tell. My anticipation and nervousness built. Nascent arousal churned in my belly. Still, I waited. Concern started to permeate my thoughts.
Uncertainty and vulnerability toyed with my emotions.
Why is Damon taking so long? He should be back by now. What if something happened to him and he can't come back? Or what if someone
else
found me here like this? Shit. We should've had some sort of signal or code. No, he'll be here soon... but where is he?
I cocked my head at every little sound as if that would make it easier to hear. Make Damon's return happen. My gut clenched nervously. My senses were on high alert.
Finally, I heard the crunching of footsteps. The breaking of twigs. Leaves rustling. My heart leaped with a mix of relief, tinged with panic.
Damon's here, thank god. It is Damon... must be. It has to be. It better be.
I anxiously bit my lip, anxious and excited.
A wave of relief flooded me as I heard what was clearly Damon's voice, using an exaggerated phony redneck accent. "Well, lookie here, Clem. What we got here, I wonder."
Damon changed his voice to mimic another twangy accent, pretending to have a conversation between two people. "I reckon it looks like a sexy gift from the forest gods, Slim." I fought to hide a smile of amusement. At the same time, my pussy surged with wetness in anticipation of the sexual experience that I expected would follow.
I sensed, more than heard, movement towards me and Damon's presence next to me. I held my breath, waiting to see what would happen. I started as I felt his finger guide around and across my nipple, causing my areola to crinkle and my nipple to harden. He caressed both tits, swirling my nipples between his fingers, then cupped and gently squeezed my boobs.
"Remind me to thank them forest gods, Clem," Damon said in his original "Slim" voice. "These here is some mighty fine tits, that's fer sure." I suppressed a giggle as I enjoyed being stroked and fondled. Even though I knew it was Damon, my total blindness and the use of other voices allowed my imagination to submerge myself into the role-play.
"Slim" caressed me, licked my nipples, then brushed his fingers along my abs to my open, waiting pussy, causing my belly to flutter and my vagina to quiver. My pussy undulated as his finger circled my nether-lips, spreading my copious juices around my labia and vaginal opening. My legs involuntarily tried to reposition as I squirmed in the chair, tugging against my binds.
I was aroused well beyond what I would typically be so quickly and with such minimal stimulation. I felt a hunger, a need, triggered by some primal instinct to be taken, bred. My vagina clenched as Damon's—I mean "Slim's"—finger pressed into me, sliding across the sensitive nerve endings in my opening. I instinctively tried to reach out and touch him but was prevented by the restrictions on my hands.
"Slim" fingered me and ran his thumb across and around my aroused clit, sending waves of pleasure radiating through my pelvis. Electric pulses accompanied each stroke of my throbbing nub, and the feeling of helplessness and inability to move caused my body to tremble with arousal.
A sudden breeze wafted over me, and my skin crinkled with goosebumps. Or maybe it was just the eroticism of the moment. "Oh, fuck," I murmured. I bit my lip and turned my head from side to side. "Mmm."
Damon spoke again. He was losing most of his faux accent but admirably maintaining his pseudo-conversation with "Clem." Then, my belly flip-flopped at his promise of unbearably wonderful pleasure. "Feels damn fine here. Wonder if it tastes as good as it looks." I could hear the arousal in his voice. My pussy tingled with anticipation of being licked.
I felt an emptiness when "Slim" pulled his finger out of me and off my vulva, the warm breeze tickling the wetness clinging to my exposed, open sex. I waited, my groin pulsating impatiently.
A warm surge of pleasure accompanied the touch of "Slim's" lips to my labia—his soft lips on my puffy, aroused ones. He pressed his tongue between my folds, probing its tip into my vagina and around my delicate inner lips. I squirmed against the straps holding my legs and exposing my crotch.
My vagina quivered as his tongue met my clit and started circling, flicking, and sucking it. Fire churned deep inside me as ripples of pleasure flooded over, through, and around me. I began to edge towards orgasm, my pending climax fast approaching.
