Jim and Stacy have been dating for a few months. They grew up in the same neighborhood, though going to different schools throughout grade school and high school. Jim met Stacy at his best friend's summer party. Jim and Stacy instantly clicked. They spent the first few months hanging out at Jim's friend, Dale's house. A few months into the relationship, the romance thickened. Jim and Stacy finally made the plunge and had sex on Dale's living room couch one drunk Friday night, but that isn't the store I want to tell you about.
Jim worked second shift at a local factory while Stacy was attending college. Both still lived at their parent's house as teenagers. One winter day it was cold and foggy outside. An inch of snow lay on the ground. Stacy woke up and listened to her alarm radio as she lay in bed. The local weather report stated classes for the morning had been canceled due to thick fog. Stacy quickly through on a pair of pajama pants, a t-shirt and snow boots. She grabbed her winter coat and zipped it up as she walked out the door. The wind was blowing tiny snow flakes around. The cold hit her immediately. She threw the coat hood on her head and jogged down the alley to Jim's mom's house.
Stacy rang the door bell and waited for Jim to answer. Jim was still sleeping in bed. He wiped the sleep from his eyes when he heard the door bell and sprang out of bed. He looked at the alarm clock which read 8:30. He opened the first door which lead to the basement. He unlocked the outside door and opened it to see who was there. He saw it was Stacy and quickly let her in from the cold. Stacy took her coat off and put it on the back of a chair.
Jim was cold and crawled back under the blankets of his bed. Stacy joined him. Jim was still tired, but Stacy was wide awake and wired full of energy. Jim gave her a quick kiss before cuddling up with her. He spooned Stacy, resting his hand on her stomach. His groin stirred when he realized Stacy was not wearing a bra. Being a normal horny teenage male, he could not resist grabbing her breasts and fondling them. Stacy kept swatting his hand away.
Having enough of Jim's persistent fondling, Stacy crawled out of bed. Jim, now awake, followed her out of bed. Jim's mom was at work and the two were all alone. Stacy was bubbly and looking for something fun to do.
"Let's play a game." she said.
"What kind of game you want to play?" Jim asks.
"Let's play a game where you tie me up and then hide. I have to untie my hands and then go find you."
Jim's mind went into overdrive. He searched around for something to use to tie her up. All he could find were some shoe strings from an old pair of shoes. Stacy told him he had to make sure she could untie herself and look for him so Jim tied her hands loosely. They took turns tying each other to a metal folding chair and then hiding. The person tied up would take about 30 seconds to free themselves then go searching though the house for the other.
Jim became bored with the basic premise of the game after two rounds. The third round, he decided to make the game a little more fun for him. While tying Stacy's hands, he made the binds a little tighter so it would take Stacy a little longer to release herself. After he finished tying her hands and feet to the chair, he sat on Stacy's lap and gave her a long, deep kiss.
"You tied these binds tighter." She said as she pulled away from the kiss. "You are also supposed to be hiding."
Jim smiled as he reached down and started fondling her breasts. He could feel her nipples were already hard, telling him this pretentious game was exciting her even at the basic level. Stacy told him to stop touching her and go hide as she worked on freeing her hands. Jim continued to massage her breasts and softly tweak her nipples until she freed her first hand, which she used to slap him. At that point, he dismounted her legs, ran and hid.
Stacy finished untying her second hand and then worked on her feet. Once free, she found Jim within twenty seconds. There were few hiding places in the house and most of them had already been used once. The premise of hiding was getting old. The game was quickly changing.
It was Stacy's turn to tie Jim to the chair. She decided she was going to play the game by his rules and tied the binds tighter. Jim intentionally pushed his hands an inch or so from the chair so that there would be wiggle room when he went to free his hands, unbeknownst to Stacy. When Stacy was done tying his hands, she sat down on his lap. She gave him a deep, passionate kiss as he started working to free his hands. The kiss caused his crotch to stir with excitement. Stacy felt his bulge grow against her ass and the bottom of her crotch. She laughed inside knowing she was teasing him.
Her lips moved to his neck, kissing up and down his neck. Her kisses caused him to squirm. His erection continued to grow beneath her. She slipped her hand underneath his shirt and began running her nails softly up and down his chest, knowing it turned him on. It only took a minute for Jim to free his first hand and quickly released his second hand as Stacy took off into the next room. He worked on his feet as Stacy scattered to find a good hiding spot.
Jim untied his feet and quickly found her hiding in a tiny hole between the side arm of the couch and the wall. He saw her blond ponytail poking out, giving her away. He helped her out and quickly tackled her on the couch, lying on top of her. He pressed his stirring groin against her crotch while giving her a deep kiss. Stacy pushed him quickly off her.
Stacy knew the game was going somewhere else and decided to play hard to get. Her original intentions were just to have fun, but she saw this was quickly turning into a sexual game of foreplay. Stacy sat down in the chair and Jim started tying her hands with the shoe strings to the back of the chair. The first three times he tied her wrists together. This time he decided to tie each hand separately to the metal frame of the chair.
"Ouch. You are tying it too tight. You are hurting my wrist." she whined acting like the binds were hurting her. "You had better not play with me again." she lied.
Jim tied her right hand to the metal where the back part of the chair met the seat. He tied the binds tight enough that she would not be able to free herself quickly. He was not able to tie them too much because the shoe string was barely long enough to reach for both hands. Not only was tying her hands separately going to make it more difficult for her, it also was going to allow her shirt to hand more freely on her body. He finished tying her hands, then loosely tied her feet to the chair.
Stacy had began wiggling her wrists back and forth as soon as he finished tying her hands, even while he was tying her hands. She knew him well enough to know he would not head her warnings. Jim sat on her lap once again and ran his hands underneath her shirt. She protested as he pushed her shirt up above her breasts. The cool air quickly hit her nipples. He pushed the shirt up over her head. The shirt rested behind her head and on her arms. She knew she was in trouble as she struggled to loosen either of her hands. Her right hand was fumbling with the knot.
