"What the hell am I doing out here?" I ask myself as I peer through the black night, rain pounding at my windshield. The sky is lit up periodically with lightning, providing my only clue as to my surroundings. Even with the wipers going full tilt, it is hopeless. "I am going to have to pull over, dammit. I am never going to make it to this art opening!"
I am disappointed, I was so looking forward to purchasing another Renaissance oil for my collection. And, I thought to myself, it's a shame I have to waste this amazingly sexy outfit I put together.
Looking down at my short white silk dress, I am aroused by the sight of my taut tanned thighs, covered only by sheer white stockings halfway up. "Mmmm, I am so glad I bought this white lace garter belt." When I stand up, the hem of my dress barely grazes the top of my stockings, just giving a little peek of what's underneath as I walk.
The top of my dress is not tight, but I noticed that when I walk, my full breasts sway gently. My french lace brassiere is sheer enough that you can see the shadow of my areolae. The slight friction of the silk keeps my nipples a bit erect, but discreetly so.
The only light visible is at a house about 100 feet off the road. "Well, it's probably not a good idea to do this, but it's my only option right now." I make my way up the rocky driveway, wobbling on my high heeled sandals. Soaked to the skin, my long dark hair clinging to my neck, I knock on the door, praying someone is home.
I don't hear a reply so I turn the knob and push the door open. It creaks loudly and I call out, "Anyone home? I am sorry to intrude but I really need some help!" I walk into a nicely furnished home, lots of chocolate-brown leather furniture and heavy rugs, glass tables. "Hmm, a man must live here."
I walk into the middle of the living room and pause to take in my surroundings. It smells very pleasant, and strongly of pine wood and leather. I hear swift footsteps and before I can turn around a strong male hand clamps over my mouth. The other one encircles my hips and lifts me right up off the ground. An extremely low voice growls in my left ear, "Who do you think you are, trespassing into my home uninvited?"
I scream beneath his hand but he won't let go, and carries me effortlessly across the room. I strain my neck to see who he is, but he grips my jaw and forces my eyes straight ahead. We enter a dimly lit room, and as my eyes adjust to the light I can make out an enormous four-poster oak bed. There are dozens of candles lit, and heavy red velvet drapes cover the large windows.
"Oh my, you are a pretty little thing..and why are you dressed like this, you look very enticing. No wedding ring, either? Isn't is a bit risky to be going out alone dressed like this?" I kick backwards with all my might, aiming for his balls, but he has anticipated this. He easily dodges me and flips me around and throws me face down on the bed, straddling me quickly so I cannot see him.
He reaches behind and strokes the back of my thighs. "I like your stockings, especially the seams up the back. You take good care of your body, your legs are lovely and firm. I hope that you are flexible as well, for your sake." I wiggle my hips trying to throw him off, and he pinches my round ass. Next I feel a silken cloth being fitted over my eyes and bound tightly. The panic has risen in my throat and I am beginning to realize how helpless I am.
