She was young, too young for me probably were I to be honest. I was 26 and she must have been only recently able to purchase cigarettes legally. If I had more self control I could, perhaps, have said "No" when she invited me back to her hotel room. Alas, the less honorable aspects of my personality revealed themselves before her and she could smell my lust like a bloodhound to his quarry, and I was hers.
I'd noticed the young, slight statured blonde from the head table at the wedding reception. I was one of three groomsmen at my friend's marriage and had the king's view, able to see the entire audience from our elevated table. Every time my eyes landed on her face among the multitude I couldn't help but find she looked so very familiar. Perhaps I'd seen her before, if only in a cursory passing, but I could not place her. Eventually I think she began to notice my acute gazing as our eyes met once, twice, and repeatedly. It got to the point where I had to avoid glancing in her direction as each time I looked her way she seemed to be looking mine and I would quickly divert my sight; a common proclivity of the introverted anti-socialite.
Soon it was time for the reception dance where the influences of an open bar and the insistence of my friends brought me to the floor, an unfamiliar theatre of gathering. I with my friends and enjoyed the moment. I'd mostly forgotten about the girl, she'd probably left after that one creepy groomsman kept staring at her. However, after a while I turned to find her dancing next to me. She moved her way towards me and, with a wink, started dancing with me. When the current song ended I asked her "You look so familiar, sorry I can't place where we've met before."
She responded in a young sounding, but husky voice like she was already a chronic smoker. "Oh, I'd remember you." and again she smiled at me, turned, and began grinding on me to the beat of the new song.
Enjoying the contact of the nubile female and yet a bit inebriated I just went with the moment. The girl was a bit above 5 feet tall with shoulder length blond hair the back of which she had pulled into a pony tail. She had a pierced nose and eyebrow on her pretty, tanned skinned face. She was slight in stature and seemed quite athletic. She was wearing a floral printed dress that was just thin enough to see her black bra underneath. When the light was right it was also clear to tell she was most likely wearing some sort of thong. Eventually she told me her name was Danielle. I kept trying to place her but in the end gave up and just enjoyed her attention. At some point I'd also introduced myself to her as Matt.
As the dance began to wind down I started trying to think of how I could as Danielle back to my room. She'd been dancing with me almost the whole night and displaying the signs that even my inexperienced observations could tell were of a sexually interested nature. However, she beat me to it.
"Wanna come back to my hotel room Matt? We can have a couple more drinks or something."
I did indeed want to accompany the young girl but I decided to cover my bases first. The effects of the alcohol were beginning to wear thin and so I was able to think clearly enough to ask what was necessary. "Sure," I began. "I just have to ask, you are over 18 right?" I tried to not sound condescending.
Danielle gave a look of mock surprised anger at the question. She then slapped me on the chest and said "Of course I am, silly. I'm all of 18 and 3 months." She giggled, stuck out her tongue, took my hand, and together we left the dance.
As she brought me to her car and began driving to the hotel I'm sure my excitement was barely contained. A gorgeous and young girl was really taking me back to her room. Again, I shouldn't have been so excited, and should have taken the high ground escorting the young girl to her room and receding like a gentleman. I was, however, at the mercy of my desires and nothing my mind could do would have changed my actions as I followed her through her door.
At the closing of the door she had turned and pressed me up against it. She pressed her slim but strong body against mine and her soft, pink lips into my neck as she began kissing and sucking on my skin. I returned the affection and squeezed her tightly, enjoying the feeling of the little woman in my arms. My hands found their way to her ass, groping her tight flesh. Meanwhile her hands had found their way to unbuttoning my tux shirt and still our kissing continued. It was not long before she had me down to my boxers. She stepped back and pulled her dress up over her head revealing her tight body clad in black bra and thong panties.
My erection was making itself clearly visible as it raged behind my underwear, longing to break free and be touched.
"I can see you're excited" Danielle said with a smirk as she looked at my hard on, barely concealed behind a thin layer of fabric. "Me too" she added and again pressed me back into the door. She dove her right hand straight down my waistband and wrapped her feminine hand around my hot, pulsing shaft. She pumped a few times and again kissed me, forcing her tongue into my mouth. Her had went fast along my piece and my knees began to falter as I let out a moan of pleasure. She grinned deviously at this, kept her hand moving for a few more seconds, and then abruptly stopped.
"I want you to do something for me ok?" She asked in her raspy and sexy voice.
"What's that?" I asked, out of breath and needing more contact.
"It's more doing something to me actually, ok?" She asked again.
"Sure, what do you want?" I asked, trying to sound sexy myself.
She went to a bag on her bed, affording me a wonderful view of her backside. From the bag she pulled a number of things that left me a little speechless. She had four pairs of handcuffs, some rope, a blindfold, some kind of o-ring gag, and topped it off with a large boot knife.
"Holy shit!" I exclaimed.
"Look" she said. "I know it's kinda weird and kinky but this is totally what I'm in to. I really want you to tie me up on the bed, gag me, blindfold me, and cut off my underwear with the knife ok?"
I contemplated this. I was stunned. This isn't what I had expected at all. To be honest, though, I hadn't expected to spend the night with anyone but myself either. I looked at the girl skeptically considering my options. On one hand it was quite odd. On the other, when on earth would I ever get another chance like this? One more time I asked:
"And you're sure you're 18?"
"MY GOD YES! DO YOU WANT ME TO GRAB MY LICENSCE AND PROVE IT!?" she exclaimed.
