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Roadside Encounter  (ff+/m, semi nc)

Short story #27
By Tom Bombadil  (c) Oct 1997

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by explicit descriptions of sex or the human body, if it is
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This is purely a work of fiction, with all characters and actions
described by me coming straight out of my imagination.  As a work of
fiction, it does not condone or condemn any of the activities or
actions described, nor does it relate to any type of real events in
my life, or known to me in the lives of any of my friends or
relatives.

You've been warned.

I give permission for anyone to share or archive this story.

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I tell you, you're not gonna believe this story, honey, but I swear
every word of it is true.  No, really -- it is.

There I was, walking along, minding my own business, when this
van ...

Uh, in my sophomore year.  I was still nineteen ...

Yeah, a few weeks before I met you ...

Yep.  Jennifer and I were in the process of breaking up.  Well, I
kind of got the hint when, for the eighth or tenth time in a row,
she said she was too busy to go out with me, but she still found
time to go for lunch with this Dan guy a half-dozen times, as my
friend Jerry so gleefully told me.  Jerry worked lunches in the
cafeteria ...

You have so met Jerry.  He was the usher with the buck teeth.  Moved
to Atlanta for some stupid reason, just before we started going out
together.  See, up there in the photo?  Beside your sister?  That's
him ...

No, he never was one to talk much, especially in a crowd.  He did
like your sister, though.  I thought for sure he was going to make
a pass at her right there at the reception.

Anyway, like I said, I was walking along and this van ...

Huh? ...

It was early fall, I was walking home to the dorms after studying in
the library all evening, and it was at the edge of a park.  Any more
questions, or can I at least start this story now?

You probably figured out that I wasn't in the greatest of moods,
walking home at night, all by my lonesome, thinking about how the
greatest love of my life was dumping me and didn't even have the
decency to tell me to my ...

No, dear, that was before I met you, remember?  Besides, it was one
of those things that happens when you get deeply involved with your
first real lover.  The brains take a holiday and the hormones take
over.  The withdrawls were pretty harsh.  I had some sympathy for
Dan a few months later when Jennifer started seeing some football
jock behind his back, and he found out the hard way, just like I
did.  Not a lot of sympathy, but some. ...

You're sidetracking me again.  You want to hear this story or not?
Hey, you're the one that started this to-tell-the-truth stuff,
wanting the story behind these odd souvenirs ...

You want a kiss and a snuggle first?  Oh, I guess ...

Hey, don't hog all the blankets.  My ass is getting cold ...

Well, turn over.  I'll keep it warm for you. ...

There, that better? ...

No, I don't mind at all, as long as you quit hogging the covers.
Where was I?  Oh, yeah, right at the start still.  So anyway, this
big blue van pulls up, and ...

It was dark, the streetlights were kinda far apart, and it was a bit
chilly.  No rain, but it was cloudy.  Weather report given ...

The van?  It was a big van, dark blue, nice, with tinted windows all
around and curtains over most of 'em, probably a Chevy.  It had that
rounded, finished sort of look they have ...

No, I didn't check the model or the licence.  I'd seen it around
the campus a couple of times, so if I really wanted to, I guess I
could've traced down the owner and all that, but I sure wasn't
thinking about anything like that at the time.  Why all this
interest in the details, dear? ...

Oh, you just want to get all the background and the setting straight
in your head.  I guess ...

Honey, if you keep wiggling your ass like that, I'm gonna forget all
about this story, and ...

Oh, all right.  Story first.  Just don't wiggle so much, or the
after will happen in the middle and then what'll you do? ...

Fresh batteries downstairs.  Figures you'd have a smart-ass answer
for that one.  I should never have bought you that toy for your
birthday.  Gives you far too much independence ...

Ouch!  All right already, I'll stick to the story, if you'll let me
get more than a half a sentence in ...

Oh, yes, that does feel nice ...

Story?  Oh, the van story.  The one I'm supposed to be telling
you.  Right.

The night was dark and cool when this big blue van pulled up beside
me.  I couldn't really see the driver very good, but I could tell
it was a woman.  It was the passenger who opened her door, jumped
out, and yelled "Hey, you!"

It took a couple of seconds for me to figure out that it was me she
was yelling at.  That's how long it took for me to look around and
realize there wasn't anyone else around, anywhere in sight.

"Who, me?" I answered.  At the time, I was suffering a bit of
brain-burn from having just spent several hours with my nose buried
in some far too big textbooks with lots of far too small print on
the pages.

"Yah, you.  What's your name?" she said back at me, smirking and
swaying up to where I was standing ...

No, she wasn't really dressed for the weather.  Purple leather
miniskirt, pointed purple elf boots, purple lacy bra, black nylons,
and a black leather vest that was so small it couldn't possibly
button up ...

Yes, I do remember what she was wearing, because I didn't see much
else until my adventure was over ...

She was a brunette, with short, spiky black hair on top, long down
the back and sides, lots of purple and black makeup, and bright red
lips.  She had been drinking a little. ...

No, she wasn't a beauty, but she did have presence, and a good
figure.

I told her my first name.

"Hey, Rob, this is your lucky day.  You do what I tell you and
you'll have a night to remember for the rest of your life."  While
she was saying that, she snuggled right up tight to me and put her
arms around my waist.  I didn't know what to do, especially with my
hands.  Her body was hot -- I could feel her right through my
jacket and shirt.  That vest thing she was wearing just swung out
of the way when she shifted her arms up to around my neck, giving me
a real good view of the tops of her breasts, right through all the
lace of her bra.  Anywhere I could have put my hands seemed like
someplace I shouldn't.  Too much bare flesh, everywhere ...

What? ...

No, I knew her by sight because I'd seen her around the campus,
same as I'd seen the van.  She was a senior, and had a bit of a
reputation as a wild thing, but she wasn't dangerous.  At least,
according to the guys in my dorm she wasn't.

So anyway, she licked my lips and my cheek, but she didn't really
kiss me, and she rubbed herself up and down against me.  At the
time, me and Jennifer hadn't spent any real time together for
weeks, and it didn't look like we would any time in the future, so
I was pretty much ripe for the plucking, if you know what I
mean ...

Ohhh, yesss, you do know what I mean.  Better slow down ...

Okay, okay.  The girl said "C'mon", grabbed the front of my jacket,
and pulled me over to the van.  The passenger door was still open,
so I got a glimpse of the driver.  It was another senior girl that
I'd seen around campus a few times.  She was dressed a little more
like the weather demanded, in a long skirt and warm coat.  I heard
some giggling coming from the back of the van, but I couldn't see
anything because they had some curtains shutting the back off from
the front.

"Turn around," she ordered.  At first, I didn't, but when she took
hold of my arms, I let her turn me to face away from the van.  Then
she said "Don't move."  That's when she put something over my eyes.
When my hands came up, she barked out "Don't move!" again. ...

No, I don't really know why I let her do what she wanted, but it
seemed like something really exciting and possibly naughty might be
going on.  Yes, I'd heard all those stories about wild frat and
sorority pranks and stuff, but I, personally, had never been
involved with anything more than swearing my loyalty as a pledge.
When my initiation took place, I didn't know whether I was more
relieved or disappointed about how ordinary it seemed.  When that
van pulled up, I thought maybe something was finally going to
happen, something that I could remember fondly later.  I was just
hoping that it wouldn't be too embarrassing if things did get a
bit wild. ...

Yes, I did let her do what she wanted.  She covered my eyes with
something soft and cool, then wrapped something else around my head
to hold it in place.  I couldn't see a thing.  When she tied a rope
around one of my wrists, I started getting nervous.

"Relax", she told me, "this is for our sake.  We don't want you
pulling off the blindfold."

So there I was, blindfolded, with ropes tied to my wrists, and not
a clue as to what was going to happen ...

No, I didn't have a clue.  For all I knew, they were going to strip
me naked and dump me in the middle of the concourse, just for
kicks.  I'd heard of that happening several times already, to
different guys.  They might even have ...

All right, I'll get to the good part soon.  Just keep doing what
you're doing.  You know, for, uh, inspiration.  Yeah, inspiration.
Damned fine inspiration too, I might add ...

Yeah, yeah, the story.  I had ropes tied to my wrists, and some sort
of blindfold strapped to my eyes when I heard the side door of the
van open up and a few more giggles and some whispered comments that
I couldn't make out.  The first girl, the one with the spiky hair,
took one of my arms, someone else took my other arm, and they led me
to the side entrance, making me duck and step high to get in.  They
sat me on the floor.  It had a thick carpet on it, so that wasn't
so bad, but it was very warm in there.  I guess they had the
heater on high or something.  That's when I heard all the doors
slam and felt the van take off.

>From the whispers I heard, I knew I was surrounded by girls, at
least four or five of them.

"So far, Rob, you're doing just fine.  Keep it up and you might
enjoy yourself.  If you don't..."  I don't know if it was her or
one of the other girls, but someone put their foot on my crotch,
right over my equipment, so to speak.  "If you wanna talk, talk to
me.  I'm Anne.  You're not gonna see anyone else or find out who
they are, got that?  'Cause if you do, I'll hafta get rough.  And
believe me, I like gettin' rough.  Got it?"

I nodded, not sure if she could see me or not.

"Good.  Okay girls, you know what to do.  Go for it.  Keep his eyes
covered and his hands secure."

That's when they started stripping me.  I'm sure, if I'd tried, I
probably could have fought my way free, but I might have hurt
someone.  If I ended up getting dumped naked on the concourse, well,
I'd chalk it up to experience and take my ribbing like a man.  After
all, I wouldn't have been the first guy to get suckered in, and
certainly wouldn't have been the last, either ...

Oh, a couple, three times a month, maybe.  It was a regular thing
on campus for a while.  Embarrassing as hell for the guy, but nobody
really cared too much one way or another, except for the dean of
course, and she probably laughed her head off in private, thinking
about those poor suckers ...

Yeah, they did, and I heard a couple of gasps and a few giggles
when they pulled down my shorts and out popped ...

Oh yeah, almost as hard as I am now.  It wasn't one of those
antiseptic kinda strips, like they'd do in a hospital or something.
No, there were hands everywhere, and at least one of the girls had
long hair because it tickled me all over my chest and shoulders ...

Oh, I dunno, it could have been as long as yours used to be.  It's
kinda hard to say, what with the way my eyes were covered and not
knowing how high up the girls were sitting or anything ...

I guess I was sitting in the aisle, with seats down both sides.  It
was fairly cramped.  Anyway, whichever girls had my ropes never let
them go.  They slid my jacket and shirt down off my arms and off
the ropes one side at a time, so I never had a chance to reach for
the blindfold, not that I would have anyway. ...

Oh yeah, I was tempted, but figured I'd be better off going along
with whatever the girls wanted.  After all, Anne did promise I'd
eventually enjoy myself, if I behaved.  So, I behaved.

"Nice equipment, Rob.  Been getting much use out of it lately?"
That was Anne again.  Her chuckle at the end didn't make me feel
very good, but I didn't say anything, figuring I'd be better off
keeping my mouth shut.

"Good boy.  You're probably wondering why you're here.  Are you
wondering why you're here, Rob?"

"Uh, yeah," I more or less grunted, with a sharp lift to my voice
right at the end.  The toe of someone's shoe lifted up my sack.
That made me nervous.  Well, more nervous.  Even so, since there
were still several pairs of hands touching and stroking me, my cock
didn't soften up.  No, none of them were touching me around there.
Well, except for that toe holding up my balls.  Yeah, those balls.
That feels good ...

Anne went on to say "Well, Rob, I'll tell you why you're here.
See, I've got this friend.  She's just been dumped by a jerk.  For
some reason, she's never had any luck finding a guy that she was
comfortable with.  Now, I know from personal experience that a girl
doesn't need a guy to feel good with, but my friend, she's not
really into that scene, right?  So I asked her if she'd like to
trade off a pair of nights.  One for one.  One for me, and one for
her.  I'd find her a guy to play with for her evening.  No
commitment, no tears, nothing like that.  A real zipless.  And
guess what, Rob?"

"Uh, what?"  I was not my usual scintillating self ...

Uh, sure, go for it, but be careful, I'm getting close.  Feeling
you doing what you're doing to me and watching you doing what you're
doing to you might ...

Oh, all right.  I'll survive.  You must really like this story.

"Guess what, Rob?" Anne asked me.  When I asked what, she laughed
a rather wicked laugh and said "Today is your lucky day, Rob.
You're the lucky victim."

That's when I heard some more giggling around me.  Like I said,
there were at least four more girls there, besides Anne and the
driver.  I hear some more faint whispering, too, then I got pushed
down flat on the carpet.  Two of them still had hold of the ropes on
my wrists so I wouldn't do anything stupid.  Someone stood up, with
a foot on either side of my waist.  She was moving around and doing
something, but I wasn't sure what until I felt something warm and
silky land on my stomach.  It cooled off fast, feeling a little damp
as it did, then it got picked up after first one of her feet, then
the other, lifted into the air.

"Go for it!" yelled Anne.

Someone took hold of my nuts at that point, not doing anything, but
just holding them.  I was thinking that it was a bit of a warning.
You know, don't do anything stupid because my future was in her
hand, literally.  Later, I figured they might have been making sure
I put some effort into what they wanted ...

Oh, yeah, I was struggling like crazy, just like I am now.  What do
you think?  Imagine someone with long, sharp, strong fingernails
having hold of both of your nipples.  With a simple squeeze, they
could change your whole outlook on ...

Right.  No struggling.  So, the girl who was standing at my waist,
stepped up to my head.  She squatted down.  That's when I knew for
sure it was her panties that had landed on my stomach ...

Uh huh.  She was already warmed up, wet, and quite fragrant ...

No, not smelly.  There's a big difference between a woman who's
strongly aroused, and one who stinks.  This woman was in heat.  I
didn't need the slight tug on my balls to tell me what to do ...

Yep.  Jennifer taught me how, and I thank her for that ...

Oh, you do too, do you?  Like they say, practice makes perfect ...

Later, huh?  After the story, maybe?  Right, the story.  You want
all the gory details? ...

Oookaaay, I got the idea, no need for threats like that.  You want
details, you got details.  First off, she was shaved ...

Well, yeah, sorta like you do.  Lips bare, some left up front.
Although from my perspective, it was more like some left up by my
forehead.  First thing I did was push my tongue in as far as I
could, dragging out her juice and spreading it all over everything.
Yeah, she was already wet, but the slicker the better is my view.
Makes my hot breath feel even hotter, and my blowing feel colder ...

Of course I did.  And I nibbled her lips, licked all up and down
inside and outside, tickled the inner lips, tried to suck her
insides out, lip-nibbled her little clit ...

Oh, it might have been a little smaller than yours, but it was
pretty close.  I don't really remember all that well any more.  She
really wiggled a lot too, especially when I kept running the flat of
my tongue over the tip of her clit.  A lot like you do when I do
that to you.  Oh, I certainly enjoyed myself, despite the
circumstances.  So did the woman, if her bouncing up and down was
any indication.

While nobody but her could ever be positive, I'm pretty sure she
came twice while I was eating her -- once when I kept jamming my
tongue in her hole, and once while I was licking her nubbin with the
tip of my tongue.  The bumps and turns of the van sure made things
interesting too.  If I didn't know better, I'd swear that the driver
was going out of her way to find rough, twisty roads.

I'll wait for you to finish ...

Was that fun? ...

By the time we were finished, I was wet from forehead to chin and
ear to ear ...

Yes, wet right through my blindfold. ...

That comes later.  So, the girl finally turned around and sat on my
chest.  I'm pretty sure it was her that played with my cock for the
next ten minutes.  It felt like she was rather inexperienced, not
really knowing what to do with it.  I didn't come, but it was
close.  But, when she leaned over and took my cock into her mouth,
it only took a minute or so before I couldn't help myself any more.
The dam burst.  I managed to croak a warning first so she could pull
off.

Stuff went everywhere.  Splats landed all over me, and I'm sure lots
ended up on her too.  After some more giggles and whispering,
someone wiped both of us clean.  Someone else, not the girl who was
still sitting on my chest, took me into her mouth and kept me
half-hard for the few minutes it took me to recover ...

Oh, not too much of that, dear, or you'll get a late night snack ...

Yessss, you do that so well ...

Um, oh.  The story.  Sorry, lost my train of thought there.  The
girl, or girls, didn't let me get all the way soft, and got me hard
again in only a few minutes.  At least one of them had had lots of
practice, but I enjoyed it when any of them took me in their mouths.
Then one of them did something I'd never had done to me before.  I
didn't know what was going on when some strange sensations started
up down there.  When whoever it was stopped, I felt a tightness
all over.  She had put a condom on me with her mouth.

Once the condom was on, and every one of them had checked it out,
personally, the girl sitting on my chest stood up, turned around,
and squatted down again.  Since she was supporting herself with both
hands on my chest, I knew it was one of the other ones that had hold
of my cock.  She was rubbing it back and forth in the girl's slit,
getting it coated with juice. ...

It felt like one of those lubricated condoms, but they never really
are slippery enough, are they, dear? ...

No, don't try and talk with your mouth full.  It's not really
polite.  Yes, I was enjoying myself.  Hey, for some guys it might
have been one of their favourite fantasies.  I hadn't really
thought about abduction in that light before.

So anyway, what they were doing felt really good, but when the girl
started moving up and down a little, letting the tip of my cock
squeeze in and out of her hole, that was wonderful.  She was really
tight ...

Yes, just as tight as you were on our wedding night.  What are
you ...

Darling?  What are you ...

Oh, okay.  No, I don't mind at all, at all, at all.  But ...

Oh, my.  Ooooh.  When did you learn how to put one of them on with
your mouth? ...

You're changing the subject again ...

Later, then.  Story first.  I guess ...

Oh, no, I don't mind.  I like watching you bounce up and down.  I
can talk at the same time -- I think.

The girl was taking her time, like she wasn't really sure of
herself, or she hadn't had much practice.  She was certainly tight
enough, although my experiences with Jennifer sure didn't give me
much to compare with.  A sample of two.  Well, three including you,
but I didn't get to sample you until much later.  Slow down if you
want me to finish the story before ...

Unh, I guess you don't care.  It feels so good when you do that ...

All right, all right, story.

By that time I was feeling really hot again.  You know, getting
close to popping off again, when the girl sat right down.  Damn,
that was wild!  I could feel it.  I could actually feel it!  Right
when she sat down.  Her cherry popped, right on my cock.  I could
feel her rip, and she gasped out loud.  I was too stunned to move!
My first and only virgin, ever!  And I had no idea who she was!  In
a van full of girls, driving only God and the driver knew where,
I was given the gift that can only be given once, by someone who
obviously didn't want any kind of attachment to the guy she gave it
to.  That was the weirdest part.  I always thought girls either got
rid of their virginity as an inconvenience when they were young, or
saved it for that one special guy in their life ...

No, dear, I'm not disappointed that you weren't a virgin when we
got married.  You are so special that it never mattered to me.  I'm
just jealous of whoever it was that got you first ...

No, I didn't mean it like that.  Whatever happened, it doesn't
matter to me.  You are here with me, and that other poor schmuck is
stuck with second best, if he has anyone at all.  Anyone stupid
enough to have let you slip away deserves whatever they ended up
with.

Mmmm, you do know so well what makes me feel good, don't you.  Keep
going, please.  I'll keep talking.

After she got used to having me inside her, and I guess after the
sting went away, she started rocking back and forth -- just a little
at first, but she soon worked her way back to a plateau of sorts.

"Come on, you've got to move up and down a little too."  Anne's
voice, coming all of a sudden like it did, startled me.  The slight
jerk I gave must have translated itself into something good for the
girl riding my cock, because she hissed in a big breath.  Her hands,
where they were pushing down on my chest, were hot and sweaty.  The
van was definitely warm, and not just because the heater was going
full blast.

Whether she liked my start, was listening to Anne's instructions, or
simply wanted to anyway, she did start a slow, shallow up and down.
I was fighting hard to contain myself.  I knew if I let out another
load, I would be soft for at least an hour, and I wanted this girl,
whoever she was, to know what it was like to reach her peak with a
guy inside her, at least once.

When I felt some tugs on my ropes, I lifted my arms.  My hands were
guided to ...

Yes, dear, right there, and right there.  It was the first time in
my life I'd ever held a breast in each hand.  They were ...

You've seen Jennifer.  It's all a guy can do to lift one with both
hands, never mind one hand.  Hell, Shaquille O'Neil couldn't even
palm one of those things ...

No, dear, I don't.  Yes, she has big ones, but so what?  She can't
wear a bikini without causing a riot, she gets propositioned twenty
times a day, every day, whether someone is with her or not, and her
back hurts all the time despite her wearing bras made out of
whalebone and cast iron.  Besides, I like having you lie on top of
me.  With Jennifer, I always had this nagging fear that I'd
suffocate or drown or something.  You like this? ...

Hmmm, yeah, I guess you do.  Now you know another reason I like your
tits.  They're soft and silky and sensitive all over and they've
got these little buttons up front that get so hard ...

Yeah, she did have tits a lot like yours, but I think yours are a
little bigger than her's were.  They're a little heftier.  It has
been a while, but I do remember them in fine detail ...

I have no idea if they were pink like yours.  I was blindfolded at
the time.  No, don't stop.  Keep going -- just -- like -- unnh --
that.

The woman did start bouncing up and down on me.  Her squirming
wasn't an act, because I could feel the spasms from the inside.  We
were both so hot and sweaty and slippery all over, it was
incredible.  Her gyrations got wilder and wilder.  It was so hard
to hold back ...

Sort of like now, yeah.  Ohhh, you're making this tough.

"Go girl.  Reach for it.  You know you want it.  Feel that inside
you?  That's where babies come from.  There's only a thin piece of
rubber in between you and motherhood.  If it breaks, with you like
you are now, you'll be swelling up for sure.  Such a thin piece of
rubber, too.  So delicate.  Just like your virginity, it could tear
in an instant."

That was Anne speaking again.  I don't know what kind of thing they
had with the threat of the girl having a baby, but her bouncing sure
got wilder in a hurry.  I couldn't help myself.  When she started
squeezing my cock with her pussy, I shot off.

"I can see it!  I can see his sperm going up his thing into you!
Can you feel it?  Can you feel him trying to breed you, trying to
plant his seed in your belly?  Maybe there's a tiny hole in the
condom.  You might be becoming a mommy right now.  You're as fertile
now as you ever will be.  Serve your right if you end up with a fat
belly.  Yeah, those baby tits of yours swollen with milk, and a
bulge in your stomach so big you can't see your toes."

Needless to say, Anne's kibitzing kept me going long after I would
normally have been finished and flat.  No, I didn't really want to
get the girl pregnant, but my libido and my cock didn't care what
I wanted.  They heard the possibility, so they were trying their
damnedest to make it come true.  I think the girl came at the end,
too.  She bounced up and down, then rubbed herself all around on my
pubes, then bounced once more, then sort of groaned and collapsed.

Oh, God, Hon, yessss.  Yesss!  Oh, shit.  Oh, damn!  Gnuhhh...

...

Mmmm, I love you, you know that? ...

Yeah, I know, I've said it once or twice before, but what the hell.
Ummm, you taste good, too ...

Sure, I know where your mouth has been.  I had a shower before you
got home, so no problem.  Let's just rest here for a minute ...

...

Okay, so now you want to hear the rest of the story.

Me and the girl, we'd both just finished, and she was lying on top
of me, with her hair all over my chest and in my face.  My cock was
still inside her, but it was softening and shrinking fast.

"No kissing!" yelled Anne.  Someone helped the girl sit up, then
stand up.  I could still feel the tightness of the condom and the
weight of its contents at the tip of my cock, so I was rather
relieved when I realized that it had held.  Anne's words had left a
nagging doubt in my mind.

The rest of the story is a bit of an anticlimax.  One of them
pulled off the condom and wiped me clean.  Anne told me to stay
where I was.  The ropes were pulled snug again, so that my hands
were dragged back to the floor.  I lay there recovering, listening
to the engine running, the road noise, and a bunch of wet, slurpy
sounds mixed in with a few odd gasps and groans.  My imagination
filled in all kinds of possibilities for those noises.

Several minutes later, the van stopped.  I heard the side door open
just before I was almost literally tossed out on my duff.  By the
time I pulled off the blindfold, the van's door was closed, and it
was pulling away in a hurry ...

No, I wasn't in the middle of the concourse.  It took me a minute or
so to realize I was back in the park where they'd picked me up in
the first place.  My clothes were scattered around all over the
ground, but they were there.  It was late, and damned chilly, so I
took off the ropes, got dressed in a hurry, and headed for the
dorm ...

Yeah, that's where those panties and that garter belt came from.
They were my blindfold.  I've kept them all this time as a
souvenir ...

I never told you before because I wasn't sure you wouldn't get mad,
or upset.  You're such a sweet, almost innocent lady, I didn't want
to take a chance on shocking you. ...

Well, I don't think you're quite as innocent as you seemed before
we got married.  Just a hunch, but ...

If you hadn't threatened to throw them out, I probably wouldn't
have told you. ...

Yeah, come to think of it, it is quite a coincidence that they
happen to be your favourite colour ...

<Fin>

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