This is my first attempt at a story. The events are just slightly embellished to make for a better read.
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Waking up...Eyes open...WTF. Why can't I see...somethings over my eyes. I'll just...Whoa, hold on...why can't I move my arms! Stop...think for a moment. Where am I.
I'm Lucy, five foot and a bit of coffee coloured skin wrapped snuggly around my curvy features. Nearing 60 and allowing for child bearing and gravity I think that I'm still a bit hot and I have been told that I have unbelievable boobs...not large but still firm and very sensitive.
Having lost my husband 5 years previously I was kinda looking for someone to share my life with. I'd met Bill on line...yep, I know stupid, right. He sounded like the sort of knock about bloke that I could be interested in. An itinerant artist who travelled the country in a large mobile home. After not much correspondence we agreed to...
Wait up. WTF. Why are my wrists caught...No Wait!! Chained to the wall.
I remember!! We met at a small country store. He arrived on his bike. Not a lot of chrome and polish, more mud, dirt and a few streaks of oil. He stood a lean dry 5'8", long mousey coloured hair turning to grey on his beard. His first words were..."I'm in trouble."...I should have listened!!
I CAN'T BELIEVE IT.!! I followed him, not losing sight of his tight bum as he led me off down a dirt road...how bloody stupid am I? What was I thinking...
But how did I get from here to being chained on a bed, my eyes blinded...my legs...oh my god, my legs are tied, spread wide..Fuck.
We arrived at his camper van parked on a farm. It was a quaint rural setting. Green, peaceful...secluded.
I remember talking , gazing into his deep brown eyes trying to read his past...already hopeful of a future.
Whats that sound. Rhythmic throbbing matched to "oh my god" ...the pulsations pouring thru my clit.
On top of my pussy i feel a weight, not heavy but securely held in position somehow. A protuberance resting, vibrating...humming on my engorged clitoris. I can feel my juices running down my arse, my pussy hot wet and hungry.
Its incredible how good it felt to be able to just sit and talk to someone. We rambled on for hours, mostly me talking and him trying to get a look down my top. It seemed as if we had a fair bit in common.
Coffee turned into wine and a few tokes on a pipe did nothing to abate Bill's interest in my breasts. God I thought...is he ever going to kiss me.