Slipping up the stairwell of the darkened lighthouse....my heart is pounding, to visit this lighthouse, I had dreamed of it so many times before. Now, being here again, I am so excited...not wanting anything to ruin this moment. With the Lighthouse Tour group earlier in the day, I had left a package (a gift I had purchased along with some much needed money) just at the top of the stairs...where everyone had taken a moment to soak in the beauty at the top of the house. In my awe, I must have set it down....and left it forgotten with the view. I took so many pictures....and spent so much time here earlier, you wouldn't think returning would affect me this way.
Obtaining the address of the current Lighthouse Tour Guide had been hard...but they knew I was leaving the next morning early and must get the items I had left behind. The guide would be unhappy I think if I take too long...as I am slipping up the stairs, preparing for him to turn on the light, I don't hear him. He was right behind me upon entering, surely he is going to turn on the light for me to find the items. Following the circular staircase upward, reaching the top of the stairs, my eyes adjusting a little, I head for where the package should be. I feel as opposed to hear a close presence, the guide was so close, I almost ran into him. The small room, that could only fit a few people at a time...seemed that much smaller.
"Excuse me," I whisper, and try to slide by him...but he slips out his arm so I cannot get around him. He presses against me, pushing me back with his body and grabbing my arms at the same time.
"Not so fast, what is your hurry?" he says.
"I, I, have to get back to the hotel," I manage to say.
"Not just yet," he says. He places both of my hands together, my mind is whirling, not knowing what he is going to do next. Only he and I are in this lighthouse, to make noise or scream, to say anything will not be heard by anyone but him. A small, dim light went on somewhere behind me...blinking as my eyes adjust I realize he is looking at me closely. His eyes completely on mine....I can't look away.....his features soften a little to see I am not showing him the uncertainty/fear I am feeling. Holding my hands behind me...he runs his other hand over my breasts, realizing I have no bra on.
Embarrassment quickly ran over me....as I realize I didn't completely get dressed to run over here. Those intense eyes locked on mine.....he starts pulling at my nipples, rubbing my breasts, watching for a reaction. He slides his hand over my stomach....pulling my t-shirt lose from my jean shorts. He slides his hand under by t-shirt....and over my breasts again. Pinching first at one nipple then the other, he looks into my eyes to see what this is doing to me. I swallow hard as I am sure my hardened nipples and shaking arms are showing him what he is doing. Reaching up he grabs something from behind me....a cord of some sort....he pulls my t-shirt upward, over my head quickly but not off the end of my hands.
Still holding my hands above my head, he uses the cord over the t-shirt to tie my hands to some impression in the wall/a rail of some sort. After securing my hands, he once again starts playing with my chest and nipples. As he is seeing me squirming from his explorations he leans over to start licking, and nibbling on the nipples. As he starts to suck the nipples in his mouth he looks for my reaction. My heart pounding, I am straining, leaning into his mouth....turning my head to hide the desire/feelings he is stirring in me.
