WARNING! The following story contains explicit depictions of sexual acts. It may also describe non-consensual activity or other illegal activities. If you are under-age, offended by such material or if this kind of material is illegal where you live then DO NOT READ THIS!! julian975@yahoo.com /~julian ==== Uncertainties (F-solo, MF) Copyright (c) Julian Renard, 1996-2000 All rights reserved. It was another game, this one perhaps more dangerous than some but exciting nonetheless. Ahead, according to the directions he'd given her, was an alley, apparently deserted. The street was scattered with people hurrying home in the fading daylight. Other than the occasional appreciative look from some of the men, they ignored her completely. She thought once again of her instructions and shivered with delight, wondering what those people would think if they only what she was about to do. Across the street she caught sight of the alley and her heart began to race. This was it, the point of decision, to walk on by or to go ahead with the game. As always, she chose to go ahead. Never once had she backed down and never once had she been disappointed. Without any visible hesitation she crossed over, turned into the dead-end alley and began to walk its length. She stopped near its end at a large recessed roller door, looking exactly as he'd described it. Here she would be out of sight from the street, though only just, she reflected. With her back to the roller she thought about what she was going to do and her breath quickened with anticipation. With an effort she reached up and began to unbutton her blouse. Part of her wanted to hurry but she forced herself to move slowly, taking time with each button as if she were teasing some unseen stranger in the shadows at the end of the alley. Of course that was where he would be but she preferred to pretend otherwise. As she slowly bared herself, the bright red ropes that crossed and bound her body came into view. After a time she pulled her blouse fully open to reveal her entire upper torso covered in an elaborate network of knotted rope. Strongly aroused and feeling more confident, she glanced briefly towards the end of the alley and began to lightly caress her breasts, teasing herself and her imaginary stranger until she was weak kneed and breathless. Lifting her skirt, she tucked it into the ropes and slid her hand down to small lace panties and the rope that lay firmly over them, nestling along the entire length of her sex from front to back. On the entire trip here, that soft smooth rope had been wonderfully tormenting her, massaging her maddeningly with every step she took. Now, although not walking, she found she could get sufficient stimulation by slowly moving her hips. Returning her hands to her bound breasts, she closed her eyes and lost herself in her pleasure. As she felt herself nearing a climax, she opened her eyes, knowing that in her present state the reaffirming of where she was would add to her excitement. To her shock and disbelief found herself staring at a man - a total stranger - standing no more than ten feet in front of her. Her instant reaction was fear but reason fought through and she suddenly realised that he must part of the plan. He stood in full view of where her lover could see and there was no reaction from him at all. Furthermore, the man was neither poorly dressed nor unkempt in appearance as one might expect from someone in this alley. It all fitted together. Every game he planned had its own special surprise and this was this evening's. She felt enormously self-conscious but seeing how incredibly aroused the man was her own excitement rapidly returned. He finally broke the tension by approaching her, eyeing her up and down as if he could barely believe his eyes. He fingered the ropes for a while noticing with pleasure how his touch affected her. Needing him more than she could believe, she carefully unbuckled his jeans and ran her nails lightly along the length of his hardness outlined in dark green briefs. It was all the encouragement he needed. She suddenly found herself pressed up hard against the shutter, his large body pinning her helplessly as his hand dove between her legs. He pulled aside the rope and her panties in one eager movement and thrust himself into her without hesitation. She cried out in pleasure and threw her arms around his shoulders for support as he began to take her like a man obsessed. Within seconds she was powerfully climaxing, holding on for dear life as he drove powerfully into her, literally lifting up the wall. His climax was sudden and very intense. He held her so tight she could barely breath but then it seemed that complete exhaustion washed through him and he could barely support the both of them. Sliding back down to her feet, she staggered slightly as he stepped back and fastened his jeans. He looked at her strangely as if unsure how she was going to react. It was then that uncertainty first started to creep in. Feeling more vulnerable than upset, she calmly made herself presentable. When she had finished he was still standing there, somewhat reminiscent of when she first saw him. Her face flushed hotly at the thought of what she might have just done. Her first concern however was safety. On unsteady legs she made her way out of the alley, watching him cautiously as she tried to walk past with confidence. In high heels she would be unable to outrun him, should her hunch be right and should he try to pursue her but he looked mostly embarrassed and she began to relax. When she was half way along the alley and he had still not come after her, her confidence began to return. At that moment a familiar face came hurrying around the corner from the street. Upon seeing her, a sheepish grin spread across his face as he rushed up to her, clearly concerned. "This is the wrong alley. You weren't supposed to cross the street," he said apologetically. "It took me a while to find you." His eyes suddenly looked past her and a concerned frown crossed his features. "Who's he?" He asked, growing visibly tense. "Just someone I asked directions of," she replied, desperate to keep moving. Putting her arm in his, she urged him forward. He eyed her sceptically but let it be. As they came back out onto the street he pulled her close. "This was a bit of a disaster, I'm sorry. I promise you though the next idea I have will more than make up for it." A little in shock and still incredibly aroused, she just smiled and hugged him back, wondering if she would ever tell what really happened. ==== Copyright (c) Julian Renard, 1996 All rights reserved. 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