Nick was 30 today. Julie his girlfriend, soon to be wife, had thrown a big fancy dress party for him. There was no main theme to it, just come dressed up, the wilder the better. The music was loud and the drinks flowed freely. Nick had opted for a cowboy outfit, which made him look a little daft, whilst Julie had settled for a short French maid outfit. It was getting close to midnight, and Julie was getting slightly horny. Nick had been coming up to her all night, and had repeatedly slid his hand up the back of her skirt, groping her ass. She had known that other guys had seen this too and been getting a good eyeful of her thighs and backside. But mixed with the booze, this little bit of exhibitionism wasn’t too bad, but she would want something o tide her over until after the party.
She looked around the guests for her Nick. There he was chatting to a few friends, loudly and probably just a little drunk. She leaned in close and whispered into his ear so his friends wouldn’t hear. “I’m going upstairs. Want to come?”
Nick was drunk and in the middle of a brag to his friends about his latest role in his job and the wages he was pulling in, that he didn’t fully hear or comprehend what his girlfriend whispered in his ear. Maybe it was for another drink, afterall his glass was emptying quickly and he nodded and grinned.
Danny looked around the house. It was a friend of a friends big 30 and it was some lame fancy dress party. Of course the booze was free, and there was definitely some very good looking women dressed up with little costumes, uniforms or less. He liked the look of some of them and despite the beer flowing it didn’t stop his hard on. He had dressed as a police officer, complete with mirror sunglasses, flat cap, cuffs and a fake gun. He was bored; it was late and had decided to see if there was anything worth stealing from the place. The music was still loud and he was surprised that the real police hadn’t been called out yet. As he walked round the upper floors of the house, he tried different doors; most were locked, or had nothing much worth taking, or things too big just to walk out with.
He opened the next door and there was something that made his cock ring out and his balls fly to his stomach. Lying on the bed in front of him was a woman with a black French maid outfit on. He licked his dry lips and coughed. She didn’t move. He checked to see if anyone was paying attention, but everyone was on the lower floors. He licked his lips again and moved into the room, closing the door behind him.
Julie lay still. She had been waiting for 10 minutes for Nick and this had just excited her even more. Biting her lip she kept her eyes closed and feigned sleep. Thank God she had decided on not going back downstairs.
He moved slowly towards the bed, feeling his heart beating strongly in his chest. Looking down he took in every detail about her. Her soft blond shoulder length hair, small pert breasts, a little white apron, the flared skirt of her dress, the black stockings peeking so invitingly from beneath. He reached down grinning and ran his hand up the back of her leg, lifting her skirt up as he did. She didn’t stir and he grinned happily at the little pair of black panties underneath. He cupped his hand round one buttock and gave it a squeeze. Nothing. He squeezed a bit harder, but she still didn’t respond. He knew he shouldn’t do what his mind was planning, but the beer and his dick egged him on.
He returned to the door, and despite her being completely out of it, he turned the key as quietly as possible. He reached down and removed the cuffs from his belt and advanced towards the bed. Danny knew for this next part he had to be as careful as possible. If she woke while he was still trying to restrain her then there would be hell to pay. Lifting each of her arms, he gently placed them above her head, cuffing her slim wrists through the wrought iron bed head. Dan held his breath as he worked, fearing if he breathed to loud it would awaken her.
Julie remained passive to him. They hadn’t used cuffs for sometime. She forced herself to keep a straight face. “Don’t smile! Don’t smile!” she repeated to herself. This was going to be a fuck to remember.
Reaching down Dan pulled the bow from her apron and slid it off. He screwed the apron up, but left the ties hanging either side. This was the part he was dreading doing, but he didn’t want her screaming for help. He opened her mouth and quickly shoved the apron in. She was making murmuring protests, but was not awake enough to realise what was happening. Swiftly he tied them behind her head. Removing his tie was the final piece and he quickly blindfolded her eyes with it. She was coming to and he could her protesting behind her gag, but if any noise carried from the room, it was easily drowned by the music downstairs.
Something nagged in the back of Julie’s mind. Nick wouldn’t use gags as he enjoyed her panting, cursing and cries. Maybe he didn’t want the guests knowing what was happening or maybe he had just drunk a bit too much. Whatever he was thinking she knew to play along, it was his birthday afterall.
