ENTER...A SHORT STORY

The date is set. Sunday night. 8:30 pm. Sharp. We meet for drinks. The Gaslight Grill. A outdoors restaurant setting. I have only heard about it in the newspapers, and from colleagues.

She is there. Like I knew she would be. I check my make up before I get out. Nervous as Hell. As I'm walking towards the table where she is, she greets me with a sexy wink, and a smile. I sit down. "Hello" Hello. The waiter brings me a glass of white wine, and sits it in front of me. I smile. Thank you. We are seated several rows from the side of the building where the gardens are. The sound water can be heard cascading from the waterfall to our immediate left. Soft music is heard in the background. Sounds like Boney James. I look around me, trying not to be stunned. But in awe. I can tell she is watching me. I'm trying not to seem excited like a schoolgirl. I take a sip of wine.” What are you wearing under your clothes?", she asked. I tried not to look bashful, as I told her, 'only a black bra' "Take it off", she replied. I took it loose, and removed it without saying a word. I placed it in my purse. It's semi-dark, and I could get away with it. So I didn't think it a biggie. She looks at me, and smiles. I smile back. I lift the glass up to my mouth, and drink a swallow. I'm excited, and nervous at the same time.

 

"Are you afraid of me?", she asked, sternly. "No" Do I appear afraid? I answered her back quickly before she would see I was lying. Then she said,” Show me your breast". I opened my blouse, and showed it to her, with an inviting smile on my face. 'Trying to be a big girl, now', I could hear my conscience whispering to me. She smiled back, and winked again. "I'm going into the bathroom. It's down that hall there. In exactly seven minutes, I want you to join me. I'll be waiting for you.." She blew me a kiss. I was so excited. Maybe she wanted me to come in and share a kiss, finally. I longed to taste her lips, and feel the thrust of her tongue down my throat. She got up, walked away, and every eye in the room seemed to be fixed on her. She was wearing that short ass skirt, and those heels, accentuating those muscular calves, was enough to send me. Whew.... I could see the women, checking their men, and one woman was rolling her eyes in my direction. I laughed. I will be damn; it's not my fault. LOL. I took a couple more swallows of my drink, exhaled a couple times, and got  up to go to the bathroom. Walking back, I could hear the music fading, and the smell of smoke almost stifled me. And it wasn't cigarette smoke, either. As I walked the corridor to the bathroom, an anxious feeling came over me. nervousness, as well as excitement. All the doors were closed, except the last door before you go into the ladies bathroom. No light was on, but I could hear music. Jazz. My senses told me to go in. But, I was at my 7-minute limit. But, I was curious as Hell.

Would I go into the room, or pass it up, to go the bathroom where I was on my way to. Where my date was waiting........Now, don't ask me why I felt the need to know what was beyond the door; why I couldn't just go into the bathroom. Something in that room called out to me. Pulled me. Something I could not explain. In those few seconds, I considered my choices, and I found myself pushing the door slightly open, peeping inside. I was greeted with eeriness, like eyes were staring at me. The feeling was mixed with a kind of sexual excitement, and intrigue. I looked around in the room. There was a clapping sound filling the air. It was coming from my left. "My, My, My. you do possess a certain amount of extrasensory perception.You went with your gut feeling, and not what I asked you to do. Should I be upset. or turned on?" It was Mistress. Standing there, not knowing what to think, I managed a timid smile. Even though I'm afraid, my nipples are hardening, and my clit is throbbing...as I stand there facing her. I now see her silhouette sitting there, against the shadows of the moonlit night, peeping through the window. "Take your clothes off, slowly", she tells me. I begin to remove my blouse first, and she can see my erect nipples exposed. Then I undo my pants, and let them fall to the floor. I step out of them. The lump in my throat, accompanied by my sweaty hands, could be an indication that I'm frightened, or so turned on. At this moment, I couldn't tell you which.

Standing there, I begin to think, 'how did I get here. From a passing glance at the beauty salon, to being here, in this erotically tense situation, behooves me. My attraction has come so time consuming. Everything she asks me to do, I try my best to do it. Never questioning her. Silently craving just a touch, a kiss from her. She was a woman of few words

 Allowing me to interpret her moods, through the few emails we exchanged, and phone conversations that lasted only minutes, before she had to go. When she sent a poem, or a few paragraphs, I knew she was in a good mood, wasn't too tied up, and hopefully thinking about me. When I received only a Smack, or a short message, I knew that she was distracted, and couldn't get away to talk to me. I allowed her to be her; I was just glad to be talking to her. Suddenly, someone from behind me grabbed me, and put something into my mouth, so I could not speak. WTH. Then, I felt myself being pushed onto a bed; my hands grabbed, and cuffed to the bedposts. I'm scared shitless. I couldn't speak, even if my mouth weren't gagged. I'm lying here, on this bed, naked, and chained. So many thoughts are going through my mind. Even if I screamed, no one would hear it. The room feels like a cage, and I feel like an animal. But, my nipples are hard as rocks. I should not be feeling this. I feel a hard smack, on my ass. Before I can react, I feel a dick entering me, roughly. It hurts. I'm being fucked so aggressively, and it is turning me on, even more than I'm afraid. These hands are pulling my hips up to meet the deep strokes of this gigantic penis inside me. I'm losing control, as I start to subconsciously join in thrusting my body back to this body. My pussy is convulsing wildly, as I cumm all over it, and I can feel it running out of me. It's still stabbing me erratically. When, the strokes slow down. But only for seconds, as the pace speeds back up, and I can hear them breathing deeply, and moaning under their voice.

My body quickens once again, as the dick inside me rams me, unmercifully several times, before exiting me. I fall back to the bed, like a lifeless rag, spent. In a delirium of fear, excitement, and ecstasy. The room is spinning. I hear the sound of a match striking. The smell of cherries fills the air. 'I could use one of those', I weakly murmured. Silence. The person came over to me, undid my cuffs, and took the gag out of my mouth, and went back to the corner to sit-in silence. "Did you enjoy that?" the voice spoke. It was Mistress. But, was that her. or someone else? I'm just wondering who fucked me. But I can't speak. I'm too afraid. I don't say a word. I nodded affirmatively. My clit was still swollen, and my nipples were on automatic hard, tonight. They wouldn't go down. "Put your clothes on, and go home. I'll call you later on," she said, as coolly as she did when I arrived. I didn't reply; I just staggered over to where my clothes.put them on, and left......

 

Author Jakuper