Brief Encounter
I was in need
of a sanctuary for a couple of hours – the reasons why I was in need aren’t
really that important, let’s just say I needed a place to hide until it had got
dark. Given I was in the suburbs of a
major city, and I was dressed casually, walking the streets for a short while
was not a problem – but I was more nervous the longer I was out.
I was looking
in a shop window when this young woman walked past – a vision to someone, but
to me a possible way to lay low. She had
long flowing blonde hair, which fell over the capped shoulders of her cream
silk dress. It was designed like a tunic
– the wrap effect at the front, with a matching belt round her waist, the skirt
short but not indecently so. She had a
gold watch on one wrist, and little gold earrings, while her legs were in sheer
hose, her feet in a pair of taupe coloured heels.
She seemed as
if she did not have a care in the world – so I followed from a safe distance,
making sure she did not see me, as she headed off the main street, and towards
a crescent of houses.
As she walked up
to the red front door of one of the houses, I watched as she unlocked and
opened the door, and then walked in.
Looking from left to right, I walked quickly up the driveway, and tried
the handle, smiling as I was able to let myself in…
It was a nice
house, neat and tidy, and I took a moment to see if I could hear where she had
gone. Hearing nothing for the moment, I
walked towards the rear of the house, finding myself in a very nice
kitchen. With a very nice knife rack,
from which I selected a suitable choice, and then went back along the
corridor. Glancing in the front room, I
saw the young lady in question, sitting in an armchair, her legs crossed as the
skirt of her dress slipped down, idly reading a magazine.
Well, there did
not seem to be a better time to announce my presence, given I had to make sure
she was kept somewhere out of the way for a while, so I slipped into the room,
and walked quietly behind her, before I put my hand over her mouth and pulled
her head back, showing her the knife in my other hand as I told her to be
quiet, and she would not be hurt.
It was no small
pleasure to see those clear blue eyes looking up at me in fear, as she
struggled under my grip, but she soon saw the best thing to do was co-operate,
as I told her to keep quiet when I took my hand away. When I did so, she asked in that quiet, small
fear filled voice what I was going to do, so I told her – I just needed to lie low
for a while, and if she did as I said everything would be fine.
I then told her
to stand up, and take me to her bedroom.
She shook her head at that, so I told her all I was going to do was make
sure she stayed there for a while, and could to raise the alarm. That seemed to mollify her a little, as she
slowly stood and walked in front of me, the knife providing additional
encouragement.
Her room was
typical – light pastel colours, and a large bed. I did notice in passing other bedrooms, which
did raise the question of whether anyone else would be coming home, but I
didn’t want to think about that for the moment.
Instead, I told her to lie face down on the bed, hands on her head, as I
opened some of the drawers in a bureau – and found what I was looking for.
In this case,
what I was looking for were tights, and she had some pairs neatly folded in one
drawer. Taking one pair out, I walked
over and took her arms behind her back, using the tights to secure her wrists
together by pulling then gusset over them, then tying the legs around and between
her arms.
She gasped as I
did this, and then gasped again as I tied a second pair around her arms at her
elbows, holding them together in the same way.
I had other plans to make her more secure, but for the moment, this
would do.
I took two more
pairs out of the drawer, and used one to secure her ankles together – then bent
her legs back as I used the second pair to tie her wrists to her ankles. She grunted and said that hurt – but I rolled
her onto her side, and stuffed the gusset of a final pair of tights into her
mouth, before tying the legs tightly round her head.
She looked at
me, trying to move as I told her to stay there.
I then left her in the room and walked back down the stairs – the first
thing I needed to do was see if there was anything I could use to make her more
secure.
In a utility
room, I found some coiled washing lines, which I could make use of, and I also
found a first aid kit with rolls of sticking plaster inside. This would be of use, so I took them with me,
and walked back up the stairs – but when I got to the top, I heard the front
door open and close, and watched as an older woman walked in.
She was wearing
a blue jacket and skirt, and as she took it off I saw the blue silk blouse
underneath. She was also wearing black
shoes, and had short darker hair.
Probably Mummy, but I needed to keep them both out of the way now, so I
cut two lengths of rope from one of the washing lines, and walked slowly down
the stairs.
She had gone
into the kitchen, and I could see she was wondering why a knife was missing, so
I walked behind her, put the point of the knife against her back, and told her
to be very quiet – I already had her daughter upstairs, and now I needed to
make sure she stayed out of the way while I did what I needed to do.
Well, that
seemed to do the trick, as she asked who I was, and what was I going to
do. I just told her to slowly put her
hands behind her back, and as she did so I crossed her wrists, and used the
shorter of the two lengths of rope I had brought down to secure her wrists
together, taking the rope around and between them. I then took the longer length of rope and
tied her arms to her sides, above and below her chest, before I told her to
turn round and walk up to her bedroom, keeping the point of the knife against
her back as she did so.
As we went back
up the stairs, I picked up the rest of one of the washing lines and the roll of
sticking plaster, and walked her into her own bedroom. She glanced I at the other girl as we walked
past, her eyes wide as she said “mhmhhmmm?”
Once inside, I
told her to sit on the side of the bed, and cut two more lengths of rope off,
one if which I used to bind her ankles together, and the other her legs below
her knees, while also asking her to tell me where her valuables were. I hadn’t intended to rob the house, but I had
to earn something else from the trip.
She kept looking at me, but she did what I asked, watching as I put what
I could find into a pillow case, and then I made her lie on her side, walking
round to pull her ankles back and tie them to her chest ropes with the rest of
the first coil of rope.
I then looked
in one of her drawers, and took out a pair of her dark panties, folding them
and waving the knife in front of her as I told her to open her mouth. It was – most persuasive, as I pushed the
panties in and then stuck a strip of the sticking plaster over her mouth.
It was starting
to get dark outside by this point, so I left her for a short while to struggle,
and headed to the bathroom. I was in
need of a shower…
She looked at
me, struggling in the nylons as I walked in with a towel wrapped round me, and
mumbled something as I sat on the bed with her and stroked her cheek. I told her if she promised not to scream, I’d
take the gag out of her mouth, and when she nodded I used the knife to cut through
the band and ease it from her mouth.
She gasped for
a minute, and then looked at me, asking what I was doing. SO I told her – I had showered, and I was
going to take a change of clothes. After
all, we were about the same size…
Her eyes
widened at this, as she said something about what else was I going to do. Truth to tell, I wasn’t sure what I was going
to do either, as we both heard her mother mewling in the other bedroom, but I
leaned over and kissed her cheek while I ran my hand up and down her leg. She squirmed and said a few choice things –
not very nice things, as I told her to lie face down.
I’d already cut
the other washing line into lengths, so I cut her wrists free, and then tied
them together again with one of the lengths of rope, making sure it went around
and between her arms. Once I had that
tied off, I started to run my hands up and down her legs again, making her
squirm round – especially when I put my hands up her skirt, and pulled her hose
and panties down to her bound knees.
She asked what
the hell I was doing, so I showed her – I cut her panties away, and stuffed
them into her mouth, before I tore a strip of the sticking plaster from the
roll and pressed it over her mouth. She
grunted and tried to call for help, but I just took the rope, cut the tights
away from her knees, and tied her legs together there after I had taken her
hose down more.
I did the same
to her ankles – cutting the hose binding away, slipping her hose off, and then
binding her ankles. I then made her
kneel and used the remaining rope to bind her arms to her sides, then her
ankles to those ropes – as she lay on her side, looking at me as I gently played
with her.
Oh nothing
heavy, I stroked her cheek, and then kissed her on the forehead before I opened
her wardrobe. So many nice things – but
then I heard her moan, and turned to look at her as she struggled. Putting my head on one side, I walked back
over, and gently ran my finger over her nipple, not too surprised to see her
close her eyes and moan in response.
It was an
amazing, sensual sound, and as I pressed gently on her chest she mewled once
again – so I reached round and pulled the zip of her dress down, and then
lowered the top half, revealing her white bra and her firm breasts – which
became even firmer as I started to massage them, then moved the bra off her
breasts and started to kiss and suck on them, making her groan even more as she
wriggled round.
I was still
intending to have the shower, but having started, I did not want to stop or
deny her the pleasure, as I slipped my hand under her skirt and stroked over
her damp slit, then eased a finger in, seeing her eyes open Wide as she bucked,
and then shook in response to my teasing.
She looked at
me and shook her head, but it was too late, as I played her, kissing her chest
as she slowly groaned, tried to move out of the way, but to no avail – and then
she suddenly shook as I felt the dampness flow over my hand, and she screamed
out, before falling limp on the bed.
I withdrew my
hand, smelt my finger, and smiled as I went to the bathroom.
It had got dark
outside as I put on the brown leather jacket, and looked at myself in the
mirror. A fawn t-shirt, faded blue
jeans, and a pair of black flats – just what I needed to blend in, as she
looked at me, tears on her cheeks.
I looked over
and patted her face, thanking her for a wonderful time, and telling her I had a
little present for her. She looked at
me, then heard the buzzing and saw what I had in my hand, shaking her head –
but I just smiled, and eased the toothbrush into her, leaving her as I went
next door.
Well, it wasn’t
fair to leave mummy out, was it? So I slipped
a second one into her panties as she started to shake, and then I went back
downstairs with the things I had collected.
It had been a pleasant and brief encounter, and as I stepped out onto
the street, mingling with the people walking back, I hoped they would remember
it as such as well.
Eventually…
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