It'd been a very long, dark and rainy day. The morning passed quickly, but time seemed to slow down to a crawl after noon. I missed you, more and more, as each sluggish minute passed. Curled up on the sofa, I leaned into the pillows piled near the arm, and drifted off to reveries to while away the remaining time until you would come home to me.
Someone knocked loudly on the front door, waking me with a start. Bleary-eyed, I glanced at the clock... 2:30p.m. hmmm. Too early for Emily, but it might be you; maybe you forgot your keys again. I stumbled to the door and opened it to find, not you, but a DHL courier service man, with a package in his hands. He read my name from the package and asked if this was me. I squinted doubtfully at the address label, because I hadn't ordered anything from the Internet anytime lately. But I answered, "Yes, that is my name," holding out my hand for the package.
He scanned the label once, then again. "Just a moment, ma'am. I'm sorry." he apologized. "I didn't realize there were specific delivery conditions for this package. I need to call in to verify this. Would you mind if I step inside to make the call?" I opened the door wide to let him in, assuring him that that would be fine.
He set the package down on the computer table, sat in the desk chair, and proceeded to make the necessary call on his cell phone. I was sitting on the sofa again, watching him, but he turned to me and said, "Excuse me, would you mind not listening in on my conversation?" I admit I was taken aback a bit, because something didn't seem quite right, but I told him, sure, and went into the kitchen while he made his call. I could hear mumbles from in there, but couldn't make sense of any of the words enough to understand what he was saying to the person on the other end.
He finished his call, said everything was fine, he just hadn't realized that there were specific conditions for this particular delivery, and asked if he could use my bathroom. I was a little uneasy about allowing him in my bathroom, but Emily's toilet hadn't been flushing right, so I told him, yes, it's through the master bedroom, on the left. He went into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him, and while he was gone, I thought I would be sneaky and check out the package lying on the desk, before he would get back. I picked it up, amazed at how light it was, shook it a bit and heard a quiet rustling from within. Now I was really curious, because I hadn't the vaguest idea what it was or who it was from, there being no other information on the delivery label other than my name and address.
I set the package back on the desk and sat on the sofa to wait for him to return to the living room, but 5 minutes passed, 10, 15 minutes and still no delivery man. After 20 minutes had passed, I was really worried, thinking maybe he'd passed out in my bathroom and what would I do then? But did I dare just go in there to check on him and maybe find him in an embarrassing situation? I didn't know what to do, but had to do something.
So I opened the bedroom door quietly, looking around the room first. The blinds had been drawn, and that along with the cloudy, rainy weather made the room appear darker than normal. No one was in the bedroom, so I approached the bathroom, and found the door slightly ajar. I pushed it open a bit more and looked inside... no one there. Puzzled, I thought, where the hell did that guy go? Just as I was about to turn around to head back into the living room, I felt a body move in close from behind me and a hand cover my mouth. Panic filled my brain. He must have slipped back into the living room and hid while I was looking at the package, waiting patiently until I went into the bedroom to look for him to sneak up behind me.
"Keep quiet," he ordered, "and you won't get hurt. Do you understand?" I nodded carefully, thinking ahead to how I would somehow protect myself from an attack. He kept one hand on my mouth, pulling my hands behind my back one at a time with the other; I could feel cold metal and a sharp click as he handcuffed them together, and then he tied a black scarf over my eyes. "I don't want you running away from me until I've delivered your package," he explained as he walked me back into the living room. He pushed me down on the sofa, picked up the package from the desk, and disappeared back into the bedroom area.
Paralyzed with fear, I numbly looked up at the clock, thinking 'Emily will be coming home soon. Oh, my god, I don't want her hurt.' But just as that thought raced through my brain, I could hear the phone ringing, and a message from Em on the machine saying "Hey, I'm going home with Mary on her school bus after school. We have a project to work on together, so I thought we'd do it this afternoon, since she's available. I'll be home around 7pm tonight. Love you!" She would be safe; I had only myself to worry about now.
He returned to the living room and pulled me to my feet, walked me back into the bedroom, and tied something around my right ankle, tethering me to a bed post at the foot of the bed. My breathing quickened with excitement and the fear of the unknown as he passed his hands over my body, feeling my breasts thru the t-shirt I was wearing, roaming down my back and over my ass. "You're wearing too many things for these delivery conditions. I have to follow my instructions," he announced. He tugged at my shirt, pulling it up over my head and down my back, letting it rest bunched up with the handcuffs behind me. My nipples quickly hardened from the cooler air, and he rubbed and pulled on them from outside my bra. "This needs to go, too." As he reached around behind me to unhook my sheer black lace bra, I could smell his cologne, a heady, sexy scent, which lingered on my senses. When my heavy breasts hung free from the confines of my bra, he quickly cupped and rubbed them, pinching and pulling at my nipples for what seemed an eternity until they must have been long, hard, and dark red. I could feel my pussy getting wet from the stimulation and an aching building up deep within me.
"Just a minute," he whispered, "I need to take care of something before we go any further." I could hear him rummaging around in the drawers in the kitchen, and then he was back at my side. I heard the quiet snip-snip from my kitchen scissors, and my t-shirt and bra fell to the floor at my feet. "There, that's better," I heard him say in a satisfied voice. He pulled on my nipples again, and then began to suck on one, then the other. I moaned, the feeling descending straight down from them to my clit, and I felt another rush of wetness between my legs.
He slipped his hands inside the waistband of my shorts, around to my back, and down to my ass, pulling the cheeks apart with his fingertips, pressing gently against its tight opening. Then he slid his fingers farther down, dipping into my wet pussy, and my knees nearly buckled with need from his touch. So quickly it made me gasp, he whipped my shorts down my ass to my ankles, where they lie. All I had left on now was my black lace thong, soaked thru the crotch, rubbing against my swollen clit. He grabbed the front of my thong, pulling it up and down tight in front, rubbing me hard, the friction pulling and tugging on my clit. God! It was so intense, and I was so beyond caring who came home and found me this way.
He stopped rubbing my pussy with my panties, and again, with a quick flicking motion, he pulled them down to my ankles. Another quiet snipping sound, and my shorts and thong were gone, and I stood there, totally naked, quivering with need, at the mercy of a stranger. He turned me around, to face the bed, and pushed me gently, face down. Without any warning – smack – he'd slapped me hard across my right ass cheek. I gasped with the pain and the surprise, but a sudden rush of moistness from between my pussy lips betrayed me. Again, he slapped my ass, over and over, on the right side, until it stung and had to be bright red. Then the left one, until it stung as well. Tears ran down my cheeks from the pain, but my pussy ached more from need than my ass did from the spankings.
Pulling me to my feet again, I stood there breathing heavily from pain and need, while he touched me here and there, pulling, pinching, rubbing, building the need greater within me. I heard him open the package he'd brought with him, the tearing of paper and cardboard. Then I felt something light and sensual drop over my head and settle on my sensitive nipples and skin. He tied it on either side of me, but it felt like a whisper, it was so light and loose.
"There," he said huskily, "you look damn good in that." He moved me around to the side of the bed, and as I stood there, I could hear him rearranging pillows. Then he must have left the room to make another phone call, because I could hear him in the kitchen, talking in tones too low to understand what he said. I stood there, in a blur of sexual need and tentative fear, because he hadn't caused me any pain yet, other than the spankings, and those just didn't seem to be as dangerous as I had anticipated what he might choose to do to me.
Back in the bedroom, he proceeded to once again stimulate me, pulling on my nipples, harder and harder, until they felt like they would explode. Then he traced his fingers down from my breasts to flick his fingertips against my sensitive clit. With a sudden intake of his breath, he must have noticed how swollen it was, because he began to fervently swirl around and around it, rubbing it so it must have protruded far from my pussy lips. He spread my legs apart, and reached into my aching and soaked pussy. He squatted down in front of me, my legs trembling as he licked my clit, my swollen lips, my pussy, back and forth, over and over, until I was on the verge of cumming, and then he would stop. I could feel my hips bucking closer in to his tantalizing tongue and humming lips begging for release, but he would withdraw and leave me quivering with need time after time. Somewhere during all this stimulation, I thought I heard a tapping in the distance, but I really wasn't very aware of much of anything, from the excessive stimulation. He left me again for a moment's time, and I could hear his footsteps passing through the kitchen, but as I stood where I was, trembling and unable to move, I wondered what would be next.
