## To Market To Market (This Is A Book)

Post by LauraHogtieTickled » Fri Jun 29, 2012 5:19 am

Chapter One
Knowing that Dallas was a fun place to visit, Minor Fox steered his car
back into the entrance driveway of the Crescent complex feeling a pleasant
anticipation. A uniformed valet attendant handed him a stub and he placed the
ticket on the dash of his new burgundy Cadillac Seville. He carried his briefcase
through the hotel lobby and into the elevator. He knew that most Dallas residents
called it simply, “The Crescent.”
It was nearly noon and his stomach agreed with his watch. After dumping
his purchases in his room, he rode down to the coffee shop for a light lunch. The
special club sandwich with turkey sounded great, so he ordered one but only ate
half of it, quenching his thirst with a German beer. Another trip to his room to
prepare his gear and he was ready for his little adventure.
He retrieved his car from valet parking and drove over to a strip center he
passed on other errands. Checking the rear loading zone of two stores, he found
two empty cartons about the size he needed. Stuffing them with packing and
paper, he resealed them with packing tape he purchased earlier and tossed them
in the back seat.
Following the path he had checked earlier, he entered the rear parking
garage behind Market Hall and the World Trade Center. Carrying the boxes, he
entered the delivery door to the permanent showrooms. It was the day before
the big Apparel Market Show so the guard paid him no attention. Foxy had seen
several people bringing in boxes of samples on his preview this morning.
Normally, he would have been checked for an exhibitor badge, but the two boxes
would visually shield his badge anyway.
He stashed one of the boxes in the first large trash container he found and
began a survey of the showrooms. People were opening boxes, erecting
displays, and getting ready for tomorrows opening. He kept moving down
various hallways carrying the remaining box until he found what seemed to be a
good possibility.In one of the accessories sample rooms, there was no activity. The
merchandise was well organized and the attractive employee sat at the small
desk looking bored. Her expression changed little when he entered the
showroom and put the box down.
“Hi,” he said in a pleasant voice, “I know I’m a day early, but I won’t be
here tomorrow and I wanted to see the new line before I had to leave.”
He read from her name badge that her name was Denise.
“It didn’t come in today,” she said, standing up but keeping her dejected
look. “It is lost in transit and the shipper has a tracer out to locate it.”
“Are you sure,” he asked, looking disappointed.
“I should know, I’m the manager here. I’ve been on the phone for hours, I
finally sent all my helpers home to trim the overhead.”
“Wow,” he said fingering a table of scarves. “I sure was counting on
looking at the new line. How about these? They look different than what I’ve
seen.”
“What type of shop do you have?”
“I’m Minor Fox and I have a regional chain of boutiques in Arkansas,
Louisiana, and Mississippi.”
She perked up a little and walked over to the table. “Nice to meet you, I’m
Denise. Those came in from China about two months ago. For real silk, we think
they are a good buy.”
“If they are as good as you say, I will probably take two gross. Are you
sure they are real silk,” he asked, holding one up to the light.
“Sir, I’ve been in this business for six years. I can tell you with certainty
that they are real. Those scarves on the table next to that one are of synthetic
material. After you have been around it as long as I have, you can tell the
difference blindfolded.”
Foxy couldn’t let that statement pass, it was too good an opportunity.
“I have ten bucks that says you can’t!”
Surprised, she grinned as her mood changing rapidly.
"If you're serious, you are about to part with ten dollars.”
As she looked at the table with confidence, Foxy said, “Now I know you
must have this showroom memorized by now, so I have three conditions.”
She looked at him skeptically. “What conditions?”
“Well, for one, I want you to tie a scarf to each wrist so they will get in your
way as you feel the merchandise. Then I want to turn you around about three
times to disorient you. Third, I plan to swap some of the scarves to other tables.”
She thought a minute and replied with confidence, “None of that will make
any difference, go right ahead.”
“I will select the scarf for the blindfold,” he said. “I want to be sure it isn’t
too thin.”
“Then pick one from the synthetic blends table . . . the silk ones are almost
transparent.”
Foxy began to examine several from the table. “You can be tying the
scarves to your wrists while I’m looking.”
She tried unsuccessfully to knot the end of a scarf around her wrist. “I can’t tie a knot with one hand,” she said. “You’ll have to do it.”
Foxy tied the first one. “That’s not too tight, is it? I just want it to get in
your way while you are feeling the material.”
“It’s fine,” she answered, so he tied the other one on.
“Can you put on the blindfold,” he asked, “or do you want me to do it?”
She grinned, “I might be able to but these scarves on my wrists will be in
the way.”
He twirled the scarf holding opposite corners and gently wrapped it over
her eyes and tied it securely behind her head. He twirled her around and asked
her to stand in one place while he moved some of the scarves around.
“Okay,” he said. “Find me two silk scarves.”
She moved around, feeling her way by holding her hands in front. She
found a table and began to rub material between her fingers. Before she
ventured an opinion, she found the right wrist scarf and let it slide through her left
hand to be sure it was not what she held in her hand.
"This is silk,” she said with confidence.
“Final answer?” he asked.
She nodded.
“Okay,” he said, “you are just too sharp for me. You may remove your
blindfold, dear. You have just won ten dollars and dinner tonight at the Crescent
if you can go.”
She removed the blindfold with a smile. “I should be taking you to dinner.
You're the customer.” she said.
"If I treat, I might get a better discount," he replied with a chuckle.
“You're a schemer," she said, smiling, "It might get you some free
samples.
Thinking for a moment, she added, "Why don’t I just meet you there about
4:45, then I won’t have to drive all the way home and come back. Traffic in Dallas
is a killer, you know. I will even buy you a drink, since you are a prospective
customer,” she added.
He handed her a ten dollar bill, shook her hand, and said, “It’s a date . . .
see you in the Crescent Hotel bar at a quarter of five.”
He picked up his box and walked out.
Foxy dropped the box in the nearest trash container and made his way
back to his car. Looking at his watch, he saw that it was 3:30 already. After
checking his car in with the valet attendant and riding the elevator to his room, he
had a few things to arrange before going to the bar.
He picked up the new handcuffs he just purchased, hung them on his belt
in the small of his back and folded a new scarf neatly into his jacket pocket. He
felt to be sure his handkerchief was still in his pants pocket and walked to the
door.
“This should be an interesting evening,” he thought as he entered the
elevator.
Her Version of the SituationThe day started off normal enough. Denise Smith arrived at the Dallas
Market Center about 8:30 and opened the showroom. Her three helpers walked
in just before nine to get the showroom ready for tomorrow’s opening day.
Her phone rang. It was the Vice President of the company.
“I have some bad news, Denise,” he said. “We just received word that
those samples of the new line won’t make it in today. They traced and found the
shipment in Tallahassee. It seems some thick-headed clerk couldn’t read the
shipping label.”
She replaced the phone and announced to the girls. “Well, looks like you
gals get the day off.” They all seemed thrilled and departed in a hurry. Denise
shook her head in disgust, things just weren’t going right.
Her life had been a wreck for the last year, ever since the divorce. “Here I
am, thirty-three years old and still nothing seems to go right,” she thought to
herself. “I’m going to miss a bunch of sales tomorrow without the samples of our
new lines. That will get expensive.”
After puttering around most of the morning while answering the few phone
calls, she mopped over the thought of lost commissions. The small lunch she
brought lost its taste, so she phoned a few good customers to let them know
about the lost samples.
Still bored and depressed about things not going well and having worked
long hours, she rarely had a chance to go out on dates. In this job, she also had
very few opportunities to meet anyone.
One of the reasons for her depression with the sample-fiasco was that she
received a commission on sales in addition to her salary. The absence of
samples would cut into her anticipated income severely.
“Poor me,” she lamented to herself. “My life is in a rut.”
The door to her show room opened and she saw a nice looking man enter
with a box in his hands. She watched him set the box down.
“He must be with one of the other exhibitors,” she thought, watching him
browse the sample tables. When he asked to see the new line, she realized that
he was a potential customer.
As she explained about the lost shipment, she noticed that he wore no
wedding band but that meant nothing these days, many men did not wear one.
He introduced himself and she didn’t recognize the name of his company, but
with the mergers and acquisitions these days, it was difficult to keep up.
She liked his manner, he seemed very sure of himself. His challenge to
her expertise about judging silk stirred her to action. She needed a break from
the boredom of the day and she loved challenges.
“If you're serious, you are about to part with ten dollars,” she said with
enthusiasm.
Pleased at the opportunity, she would delight in showing this man that she
knew her business. He had been examining the scarves and it was obvious that
he didn’t know one kind of material from the other. She also knew that it was
easier to feel the difference than to see the difference.
She listened to his conditions with amusement. They proved how little he
knew about material.“I can teach him a thing or two,” she thought to herself. “I’m going to
become his expert and he should buy most of his accessories from me.”
Denise also found him to be stimulating and decided that she would like to
know him better. When he asked her to tie scarves around her wrists, she tried
but couldn’t complete the knot with one hand. He seemed to find that amusing.
She thought the little game bordered on ridiculous, but it was amusing and it
broke her depressed mood. It also seemed to keep him in a good mood. Little
did he know that this was not much of a challenge.
He was right about one thing. She did have the showroom memorized.
She knew exactly what she had and where it was. She decided to play a little
helpless, figuring that would make him feel better.
He was considerate when he tied the scarves around her wrists, she liked
that. In fact, she was beginning to feel attracted to this interesting man. There
was something sensual about a scarf tied around her wrist. She had no concern
about him tying on the blindfold. He was considerate with that too.
After spinning her around, he said, “Okay . . . find me two silk scarves.”
She was a little nervous, probably from spinning around blindfolded, she
decided. Wearing a blindfold with a complete stranger was a new feeling, she
wasn’t quite sure why she felt vulnerable and slightly aroused.
She reached out gingerly and took a step forward. Once she reached a
table and ran her hands over the material and knew instantly what she had. The
only thing that could foul her up was the scarf on her wrist so she eliminated that
possibility by running her other hand over it.
“This is silk,” she said with confidence.
“Final answer?” he asked.
She nodded, amused at his sense of humor by including a line from the
TV quiz show. She was even more amused to hear him cave in so easily.
“Okay,” he said, “you are just too sharp for me. You may remove your
blindfold, my dear. You have just won ten dollars and dinner tonight at the
Crescent if you can go.”
Her pulse quickened at his invitation, maybe her luck was changing after
all. Dinner at the Crescent was no small deal. It was high society stuff.
“I would like that,” she said.
Then on impulse, she said “You're a schemer . . . it might get you some free
samples. Why don’t I meet you there about 4:45, then I won’t have to drive all the
way home and come back. Traffic in Dallas is a killer, you know.
She heard herself add, “I will even buy you a drink since you are a
prospective customer.”
A little surprised at herself for being so forward, she chalked it up to the
problems and boredom she had been experiencing.
“I’m gonna get out of this rut I’m in,” she reminded herself.
She watched him leave and became more aware of the mild arousal of her
body.
“Wow,” she muttered to herself, “I haven’t felt those juices stir in a long
time, this is almost like a teenager going on her first date.”Denise checked her clock and began to put her notes away and clean off
her desk. With no business, she made the decision to close early and fix her
face before she left for the Crescent. The ladies rest room on her floor was
deserted, so she took her time. She could still felt his lingering touch from when
he tied the scarf around each wrist.
“This should be an interesting evening,” she decided, as she walked to her
car.

### Re: To Market To Market (This Is A Book)

Post by LauraHogtieTickled » Fri Jun 29, 2012 5:21 am

Foxy walked into the cocktail lounge that an architect had squeezed into
the second floor. It was on the backside of the Crescent Hotel, but the windows
faced the skyline of downtown Dallas. He looked over the seating arrangement
and selected a corner booth in the darkest corner of the small bar.
At twenty till five, he preceded the happy hour crowd, so he had his pick of
the tables. The classy looking waitress broke off her conversation with the
bartender and approached him for his order.
“I’ll have a tall scotch and soda,” he said with a smile, “and a glass of
Chablis for my friend who should be joining me any minute.”
The waitress placed a small bowl of peanuts on his table, nodded, and left
to fetch his order.
He pushed the peanuts aside just as Denise entered the lounge. He was
easy to spot, since there were no other customers in the bar yet. He stood and
ushered her into the seat opposite him and said, “Hello again.”
The waitress arrived with the order and Denise smiled, “You must be a
mind reader, I always order white wine.”
“I’d rather be lucky than smart,” he said. “How did you beat me so easily
this afternoon?”
"I’d rather be smart than lucky,” she quipped. “Actually, the material is
easier to feel than it is to select visually . . . you were beat before we started.”
“Something like the hand is quicker than the eye?”
She smiled and took a sip of her wine. “Cheers!”
“To an interesting evening,” he said as he raised his glass. “I’m glad we
met.”
When she turned the conversation to his boutique shops, he told her that
they should save business talk for tomorrow. He asked her all about living in
Dallas and working at the Trade Mart. Other patrons arrived and the place came
to life. The music volume increased and a few couples began to dance.
They ordered another round of drinks and after they arrived, he asked,
“Do you like to dance?”
“Only when the guy is a good dancer,” she said. “I don’t care to stand on
the dance floor and just move my feet.”
“You seem to like challenges,” he said. “I may have a few more for you.”
“Okay . . . as they say in Texas,” she said, “bring‘em on.”
He smiled and held up some money. “You see all of these people in the
bar and I’m sure the lobby is also active by now. Here’s a twenty dollar bill thatsays that I can place you in a blindfold and handcuffs, walk you through the bar
and lobby, and no one will notice.”
A puzzled look crossed her face.
She thought about it a minute, finished her wine, and said, “You really
think no one will notice?”
He smiled and nodded.
“So . . . what’s the catch?”
“No catch, you just can’t do anything or say anything to draw attention to
yourself. I’ll guide you so you don’t run into anything.”
“You’re crazy,” she giggled. “You aren’t going to get us arrested, are you?”
“Not unless you scream that you are being kidnapped or something.”
She laughed . . . her laugh was almost musical. He surmised that she
hadn’t laughed much lately. He could also tell that she had relaxed with him and
seemed to enjoy his company.
His confidence was shaken a bit when she looked him in the eye and said,
“Of course, you just happen to have a pair of handcuffs on you?”
He felt a little sheepish, but he answered, “Well . . . I got the idea watching
a buddy of mine arrest a dope peddler in a crowded bar. He handled it so as not
to cause a scene. I thought it might be a way to get even with you for this
afternoon, so I went out and bought a pair.”
She finished her wine and said, “Let’s see them.”
He fished them out of his jacket pocket and handed them to her. He was
glad they had been inside his jacket, the steel wouldn’t be too cold. He watched
her examine them and open each half. She started to try them on one wrist and
hesitated.
"What do you get if you win?" she asked out of curiosity.
"You," he said.
"Lot's of luck," she said with a smile. "I'm afraid you don't have a prayer."
“Make sure the links are on the inside of your wrists,” he offered, ignoring
her smart remark. “It will be more comfortable for you.”
“You'll have to do this,” she said. “I can’t . . . I’m not sure how it works.”
Foxy moved around to her side of the table. His body now shielded her
from most of the eyes in the lounge, just in case any of them happened to break
away from their own conversations and glance his direction. He thought he felt
her tremble as he took her arm and closed the first clasp and heard the ratchet
click several times.
He looked around to see if they were attracting any attention. Seeing
none, he told her to turn away and put her hands behind her back. He fastened
the other clasp. This time there was a visible shudder. He turned her back
around to face the table, the chair back concealing the cuffs.
“Wow,” she said. “This is amazing . . . I'm very nervous.”
The waitress returned to ask about refills. “No thanks,” said Foxy. “You
can bring us the check . . . we are going to dinner.”
As she walked away, Denise said with surprise, “She didn’t notice
anything.”Foxy nodded and pulled out two small adhesive bandages from his shirt
pocket. He un-wrapped them to expose the oval shapes used after eye surgery.
He crumpled up the wrappers and dropped them in his glass and replaced the
bandages in his shirt pocket.
Observing this routine, she said, “those will still be just as visible as these
handcuffs.”
He looked at her and winked. The waitress walked up with their ticket and
Foxy handed her a twenty.
“Keep the change,” he said.
Turning to Denise, he put his arm around her and hugged her gently.
“Are you okay?”
She nodded.
He peeled the back off one of the oval bandages and placed it on her left
eye. She watched him do the same with the other and cover her right eye. He
extracted a pair of wrap-around dark glasses from his jacket pocket and placed
them over her eyes and hooked them over her ears.
“This is eerie,” she said. “My pulse is racing like a school girl on her first
date.”
He took off his jacket, slipped it over her shoulders, and stood up. He
assisted her onto her feet and with his arm around her shoulders to guide her,
they walked out of the lounge. She received a couple of glances from men, but
nobody noticed anything unusual.
As he guided her through the lobby with no incident, he aimed for the
elevator lobby and right into a waiting elevator. He knew that the sound of the
door closing would betray their position, so he waited.
He pushed his floor button and watched the puzzled look appear on her
face when the door clanged shut. As she started to say something, he wrapped
both arms around her and kissed her. Her knees weakened she evidenced no
resistance.
When the elevator stopped and the door opened, he looked out to see if
there was any traffic in the hall. Far down to the left, he saw a man entering his
room. They were going right and he saw no one. He guided her out of the
elevator and down the hall.
Halfway down to his room, she gasped, “What is going on . . . where are
we?”
“You have lost your bet, my dear.”
As they neared his room, she asked, “But where are you taking me?”
He chuckled as he slipped the entry card through the slot and watched the
green light appear.
“To win a bet I made with myself.”
He opened the door and guided her inside, closing it behind them.
Foxy felt her tremble as he took her in his arms and kissed her deeply. He
showered her with kisses on her neck while he held her leaning backward. She
collapsed against him, pressing her warm body into his. He could feel her pulse
racing so he gave her a chance to catch her breath.
She gasped, “What are you going to do with me?”Her Version of the Experience
Denise parked in front of the Crescent Hotel and accepted a valet check
from the uniformed attendant. Feeling good about the date, she was light-headed
and her walk showed a spring in each step. She asked one of the bellmen
directions to the lounge, having never been here before.
She entered the lounge and spotted him immediately since he was the
only customer in the bar. She liked his selection of the corner booth and as she
slipped into her seat, he spoke in the soft spoken voice that appealed to her
earlier.
“Hello again.”
To her surprise, the waitress set a glass of white wine in front of her. “You
must be a mind reader, I always order white wine.” Amazed, she felt that tinge of
excitement again.
“I’d rather be lucky than smart,” he said. “How did you beat me so easily
this afternoon?”
“Aha,” she thought to herself, “he is recognizing my know-how.” Then out
loud, she quipped, “I’d rather be smart than lucky.”
She proceeded to tell him about the difference being easier to feel than
see and explained that he never had a chance to win.
He responded with a comment about the hand being quicker than the eye.
She thought it was similar to the hand being more sensitive than the eye,
but she only took a sip of wine and said, “Cheers!”
She felt her pulse quicken when he said, as he raised his glass. “To an
interesting evening . . . I’m glad we met.”
When their eyes met, she knew it was going to be an interesting evening.
She tried to build on the moment by tying it to their business relationship, but he
would have none of that. He told her that they should save the business
discussion until tomorrow.
People began to pour in and the music swelled. The soft light, the wine,
and the music added to an intoxicating combination. When their second round of
drinks arrived, he asked her if she enjoyed dancing.
She decided to nip this in the bud for now and talk some more. She didn’t
trust her feelings enough to be that daring.
“Only when the guy is a good dancer,” she said. “I don’t care to stand on
the dance floor and just move my feet.”
She was delighted with his reaction.
“You seem to like challenges,” he said. “I may have a few more for you.”
“Okay, as they say in Texas,” she said, taking another sip, “bring‘em on.”
She was more surprised when he reached in his pocket and pulled out a
twenty dollar bill, deciding he must be a slow learner.
She was amused when he said, “You see all of these people in the bar
and I’m sure the lobby is also active by now. Here’s a twenty dollar bill that saysthat I can place you in a blindfold and handcuffs, walk you through the bar and
lobby, and no one will notice.”
She was dumbfounded and a puzzled look crossed her face. “That's a
strange dare . . .what's the catch?” she said.
He just smiled and said nothing.
She took a slow sip of wine as she thought it over.
“You really think no one will notice?”
He just nodded and sat with a grin on his face.
“Okay . . . you’re on, what’s the catch?”
“No catch . . . you just can’t do anything or say anything to draw attention
to yourself. I’ll guide you so you don’t run into anything.”
Many things ran through her mind, but she couldn't figure out the catch.
His challenges were almost silly games, but they were fascinating.
“You’re crazy,” she giggled. “You aren’t going to get us arrested, are you?”
“Not unless you scream that you are being kidnapped or something.”
She laughed.
“He is a hoot,” she thought to herself. “There's no way this won’t command
the attention of half the crowd.”
Realizing he had to have planned ahead, she looked him in the eye and
said, “Of course, you just happened to have a pair of handcuffs on you?”
His explanation seemed a little lame, but it was plausible. “After all,” she
reasoned to herself, “I did take advantage of him this afternoon.”
She asked to see them, she wasn’t sure how they worked and wanted to
know. For some reason, holding them made her pulse quicken a little. As she
opened the clasps, she realized that she didn’t know how to put them on.
"What do you get if you win?" she asked out of curiosity, as it suddenly
occurred to her.
"You," he said, surprising her.
She was almost sorry she agreed to the bet, since he was destined to lose
and it might spoil their evening.
“Make sure the links are on the inside of your wrists,” he offered. “It will be
more comfortable for you.”
She had already decided that if she played this game, he would have to
show her how to use these bracelets.
“You'll have to do this,” she said. “I can’t . . . I’m not sure how it works.”
She found it hard to take her eyes off the handcuffs.
When he moved to her side of the table and touched her hand, it was like
an electrical shock passed through her body. She was definitely out of her
comfort level. She felt herself flinch as the first clasp snapped shut. As she
turned to allow him access to her back and put her arms behind her, she felt a
rush unlike anything she had felt before.
“Wow!” she said after a moment. “This is amazing . . . I am very nervous.”
She watched the waitress as she came by to inquire about another drink.
Foxy asked for the check and the waitress hardly glanced at her, since the chair
back hid the cuffs.Denise felt a sigh of relief. “She didn’t notice anything,” she said in an
incredible tone.
She watched him open two oval shaped adhesive strips and crumple the
paper into his glass. As he put them back in his shirt pocket, she said, “Those
will still be just as visible as these handcuffs.”
He surprised her again when he looked at her and winked. The eye
contact made her tingle all over. Her nerves were definitely on edge.
After he paid the ticket, he turned to her and said, “Are you okay?”
His arm around her shoulder felt reassuring.
She nodded.
She watched him take the backing off the bandages, knowing what was
coming. In two moments, she could no longer see anything. She felt a pair of
glasses fitted on her head and it dawned on her what he planned. These were
dark glasses. She began to consider the possibility that she might lose the bet.
“This is eerie,” she said. “My pulse is racing like a school girl on her first
date.”
She felt his jacket as it slipped over her shoulders. She realized that it
would cover her bound hands. Now she knew that she might lose the bet.
As he guided her forward, she listened for any comments but heard none.
After five steps, she was totally disoriented. Her whole body tingled as they
continued to walk.
From the sounds, she knew they were passing through the lobby but
heard no comments to indicate that anybody even noticed her condition. She
expected to hear the sound of cars and feel the cool air on her face when they
walked through the front door. When they stopped, she heard the unmistakable
sound of an elevator door closing, then silence.
Stunned, she hesitated, then she started to ask him where they were
going, but she was enveloped with a bear hug and a deep kiss. She felt her
knees go weak and she almost collapsed against him.
Her next sensation was the elevator stopping and she heard the door
open and was again guided forward.
She was almost speechless, but she managed to say, “What's going on?
Where are we?”
“You have lost your bet, my dear.”
She had already reconciled herself to that fact.
“But where are you taking me?”
His answer shocked her again.
“To win a bet I made with myself.”
“What in heaven is he talking about?” she asked herself.
When she heard the room door close, her pulse rate soared. The next
moment, she was locked in an embrace and kissed deeply. Then she was
showered with kisses all over her neck. Her breathing raced to almost a pant
and her head was swimming. This was like a wonderful dream and she was
powerless to do anything about it.His lips found the little electric spot on her shoulder that seemed to be
directly connected to another spot about four inches below her navel and deep
within her.
She shuddered and gasped, “What are you going to do with me?”

### Re: To Market To Market (This Is A Book)

Post by LauraHogtieTickled » Fri Jun 29, 2012 5:22 am

Foxy was pleased that everything went so well and he impressed with this
lady. She was lovely, smart, and most of all, she was in his arms and in a high
state of arousal. He allowed her to sit on the edge of the bed and joined her,
kissing her passionately.
Since he was sitting with his left arm around her, he began to lightly
scratch her nipples through her dress with the index fingernail of his right hand.
She moaned softly and returned his kiss. He backed off and looked at her,
removed the sunglasses, and kissed her again.
He paused again and after a minute for them to catch their breath, he
asked, “What do you want me to do with you?”
“I want you to undress me and make mad love to me.”
Rubbing noses with her, he asked, “Would you like me to take off the eye
patches and handcuffs?”
She took a deep breath and said, “No.”
He started opening her white blouse, there were only four buttons down
the front. Her body tensed slightly as the last one popped open. He moved his
fingers across the shiny satin bra cups. She shuddered slightly so he kissed her
again.
Since her skirt buttoned all the way down the front, he allowed her to lie
back on the bed so he could use both hands. He quickly opened the skirt and
with no slip, he marveled at the legs that disappeared under white silky panties.
He realized that she had been holding her breath when he slowly ran his
hand from her knee up her thigh.
Her gasp was audible.
Foxy began to draw circles on her satin-covered abdomen with his right
hand and tweaked a nipple with his left. She moaned and began to squirm,
raising first one leg, then the other.
He had to stop for a moment to pull his knit shirt up over his head. The he
arose, kicked off his shoes, and dropped his trousers where he stood.
The next move was to lift her legs and turn her so that she was lying on
the bed, then roll her over on her stomach. He could then unfasten her bra and
roll her on over to the center of the bed. Resting on one knee, he tugged her
panties down, dropped them on the floor and lay down beside her.
Propped on one elbow he gazed at her face as he lightly circled her
nipples with his fingers. When he leaned over and took one in his lips and flicked
it with his tongue, she began to squirm and moan again.
He allowed his finger to trail down her stomach and into the curly hair
between her legs where he lightly combed it with his fingers. Her movements
increased with an involuntary spreading of her legs.When his middle finger slid into the wetness of her pubic lips, her moans
increased in volume with the word, “please,” injected in gasps as her hips
pressed upwards against his hand.
He raised his head up and kissed her, allowing his finger to penetrate her
warm moist sex at the same time. She began to violently thrust against his finger
and he could feel her body in violent spasms.
In the kiss, she became the aggressor and feverishly sought his mouth.
Her breath was all gasps and panting.
He held her close until the shuddering of her body subsided. He stroked
the storm-tossed hair from her face and nuzzled her cheek with his nose.
Pleased with himself, he realized that he had found a wonderfully responsive
woman.
“Wow,” he said. “Are you okay?”
She sighed and whispered, “I may never recover.”
“Well . . . let’s see,” he said as he moved his hand to her breast.
She twisted her body to evade the stimulation so he rolled her on her side
facing him and hugged her. His erection now rested against her curly pubic hair.
Feeling the pressure, she squirmed against it, opening her legs to accommodate
him. He kissed her deeply.
As she responded he rolled her over on top of him. Pulling her slightly
upward, he was able to take one of her breasts in his mouth. She moaned and
straddled him with her legs. With his hand, he guided his erection into the warm
moistness of her body.
“God, you feel fantastic,” he said, taking a deep breath.
In his high state of arousal, he knew that he must take things slow or his
cork would pop much to soon. He had to hold her up since her arms were still
bound behind her. Kissing her breasts made her arch her back, increasing the
contact of her vaginal muscles on his rock-hard erection. It was an incredible
sensation. He was in the grasp of a thousand warm, moist, fingers.
She began to writhe and moan which accelerated his approaching climax.
He knew there was no holding back now, his throbbing manhood could take no
more.
He removed his lips from her breast and hugged her tightly. His whole
body was ready to explode and in a convulsive thrust, it did. Her own shudders
added to the sensation he felt as responsiveness of this woman fulfilled the
moment as if they were one.
Foxy was spent. He didn’t want to move.
He nuzzled his face in her neck and held her tight.
This was a perfect moment.
Her Version of the Experience
Denise felt as if her whole body was a bundle of nerve endings. She
could feel tingling from her head to the tip of her toes. She couldn’t remember
ever feeling such intense arousal and she hoped it would never end. There wassomething about the helpless feeling that came with this bondage. It made the
reality seem like a fantasy dream.
She almost collapsed when he lowered her to sit on the bed. An electric
shock leaped through her body as she felt something move lightly across the
nipple on her right breast. She kissed him with lips that were on fire.
He pulled away for a moment and removed the sunglasses. “Don’t take off
the blindfold,” she thought to herself. “I’m in dreamland and I don’t want t wake
up.”
She heard him ask, “What do you want me to do with you?”
There was no decision on her part, but she just hated to say it.
“I want you to undress me and make mad love to me.”
As he rubbed noses with her, he asked, “Would you like me to take off the
eye patches and handcuffs?”
She knew that she didn’t want to change anything.
“No,” she said. She felt his fingers unbuttoning her blouse from the top
down, she knew it wouldn’t take long with only four buttons. She held her breath
until the last one popped open.
Gentle fingers tracked across her breasts sending shivers down her spine.
She welcomed his kiss with fervor.
When she lay back on the bed, she was mesmerized. She didn’t move,
not even to take a breath as she felt her skirt opening. The touch of his fingers
running up her thigh was incredible. She flinched and gasped for air.
A finger started drawing circles on her stomach causing the muscles to
ripple. Then another sensation was added as she felt her breasts kneaded. She
could no longer lie still, but she could only raise one leg at a time.
She almost objected when she felt him stand up, but she realized that he
was undressing. She felt her legs lifted and turned so she could lie on the bed,
then he gently rolled her over on her stomach. She started to object again, but
then she felt him unfasten her bra and roll her on her back.
It would have been uncomfortable to lie on the handcuffs so she twisted a
little so she was able to lie only on one arm and the handcuffs were at one side.
Fingers hooked under the elastic of her panties and pulled them down her legs
and over her feet. She felt his weight on the bed beside her.
A finger touched her left breast and drew circles around her nipple. As her
arousal increased, the finger was replaced by warm moist lips. His tongue on
her nipple sent waves of tingling through her body which were more than doubled
when fingers combed through her pubic hair.
She could not resist the involuntary movement of her body seeking
fulfillment from the high level of arousal. This was unlike any fantasy she ever
had and certainly unlike any love-making sessions in her life.
Aroused at this level and she found herself unable to do anything about it.
Her arousal was accented greatly with his added stimulation to her pubic lips.
She didn’t realize that she was moaning until she began to plead with him
saying, “Please.”
With his lips on hers and his finger gently penetrating her sex, the dam
burst as she exploded in a torrent of thrusts, jerks, and wild movement of herlegs. The top of her body was immobilized which exaggerated her lower body
movement.
As the climax subsided, she felt his gentle fingers sweeping the hair from
her face and a warm nose nuzzling her cheek. She could not recall ever having
such a strong and intense orgasm.
“Wow,” he said. “Are you okay?”
She sighed and whispered, “I may never recover.”
“Well . . . let’s see,” he said and she felt his hand on her breast.
It was still very sensitive, so she tried to move from under it. In the
process, he rolled her over and gave her a big hug. She could feel his urgency
pressing against her so she opened her legs and felt him against her slippery
sex. She was submerged in a deep kiss and the fantasy began again.
As he lifted her slightly and pulled her toward his head, she felt a warm
moistness on her left breast. With a gasp, she straddled his body. She felt him
reach around and insert his manhood and slowly fill her body.
“God, you feel fantastic,” he said.
“If you only knew,” she thought to herself.
She had never felt so sensual and aroused.
Deep within her body, she felt a second explosion coming, causing her to
move any part of her body that she could. The result was writhing and the
pressure was building much faster than she expected.
He suddenly hugged her in a tight embrace and she felt him `began to
violently thrust against her. The extra stimulation was enough to push her over
the edge and she gasped as the deep shudders took over her body. It was the
most intimate moment of her life.
Time stopped.
Nothing mattered but the moment.

### Re: To Market To Market (This Is A Book)

Post by LauraHogtieTickled » Fri Jun 29, 2012 5:23 am

Foxy finally stirred, she had not moved since her shudders ceased.
“Let’s go take a shower,” he whispered in her ear.
She shook her head, “I don’t think I have the strength.”
“Sure you do,” as he rolled her off him and crawled off the bed. He
retrieved his pants so he could get a key out of his pocket. He inserted it into
each clasp of the handcuffs and opened them for the first time since they
departed the cocktail lounge. He laid the cuffs on the bed and began to rub her
wrists.
“That feels good,” she said, purring softly, “but after our incredible roll in
the hay, everything takes a back seat.”
Foxy decided to let her pull the sticky bandages off her eyes. He went to
the tub and turned on the water, adjusting the temperature to his satisfaction. He
flipped the lever that directed the water to the shower head and tested the spray
with his hand. Laying out a couple of large towels, he climbed into the warm
stream of water. He had barely soaped up when he heard the shower curtain
open.“Hi beautiful,” he said, rubbing the water from his eyes. She stepped into
the shower and gave him a big hug.
“Careful,” he said, “I might have to seduce you right here and now.”
“Don't make promises you can't keep."
He began to lather her all over, keeping his body between her and the
shower stream. Soon she looked like an advertisement for a soap manufacturer.
He placed the soap in the dish and began a sensual massage over her slippery
body. She rubbed against him and he found that he couldn’t hold her still, she
was so slippery.
“Oooooo,” she purred.
He felt a stirring in his loins and decided to move around so the water
would rinse her. As the spray washed away the lather, she dropped to her knees
and took his partial erection in her mouth. He took a deep breath, amazed at his
quick recovery. Then he realized why he caught his breath. She had also
cupped his buttock cheeks in her hands and was lightly digging in her fingernails.
The effect was fantastic.
His knees began to feel weak with the stimulation he was receiving, so he
slowly lowered himself to a sitting position on the edge of the bathtub. As she
looked up at him, their eyes met and he saw one of the most sensual sights he
had ever seen. There were those pouting lips wrapped around his penis topped
with that pair of luscious eyes.
He stroked her hair so that none of her face was covered. Her eyes told
him that she was in a sensual trance. He ran his hands down her back and
pulled two fingers up each side of her spine. Her eyes closed, her back arched,
and she moaned softly, rubbing her breasts on his legs and increasing the
stimulation with her mouth.
Foxy had to use great will power to gently push her away so that his
second eruption would not occur prematurely. He proceeded to lay down in the
tub with his head away from the water controls and he helped her keep her
balance while she straddled him.
As she settled on her knees and slowly lowered herself onto his now
vertical, erect manhood, she closed her eyes and moaned, “Ooooooo.”
He agreed.
Lying in a warm tub with warm water spraying over him while looking at a
beautiful woman was sensual enough. Adding the kind of stimulation he was
getting from a gorgeous, sensual woman to the mixture was fantastic feeling.
He took each of her hands in one of his and with a stretch, reached
around behind her. Pulling her to him and holding her hands wrapped behind her
back, he could maintain a tight hug. In this way, he was able to hold her close,
thrust his hips, and keep her in a helpless state.
It worked.
She responded by squirming and mewing in his ear, adding spice to the
highly erotic scene. He felt the approaching explosion and thrust even harder.
He kissed her neck and felt her shudder.
He could hold off no longer, his thrusting was accentuated by the
involuntary reflexes in his hips. The spasms wracked his body as he held herclose. Her movements and moans told him that she was experiencing a similar
orgasm.
Their union was complete.
Foxy was exhausted, they lay together for a long while.
She whispered in his ear, “Hold me forever.”
He nodded, he couldn’t move anyway.
When the feeling returned to his stomach, it told him a different message.
He reached for the water faucet and managed to turn it off with his foot.
He gave her a little slap on the rear and said,” Let’s go eat.”
Her Version of What Happened
Denise felt him stir but she didn’t want to move. A “warm fuzzy” would
describe the way she felt. He whispered in her ear, “Let’s go take a shower.”
Her body muscles didn’t want to respond to her mental commands.
She shook her head, “I don’t think I have the strength.”
“Sure you do,” he said and he was gone.
Her warm cocoon was partially broken. He unlocked the hand cuffs and
rubbed her wrists. Her warm cocoon vanished.
“That feels good,” she said, taking a deep breath, “but after our incredible
roll in the hay, everything takes a back seat.”
Realizing he was gone when she heard the shower, she decided to make
the effort as her muscles responded slowly. She sat up and gingerly peeled the
adhesive bandages off her eyes and blinked rapidly at the light from the
bathroom doorway.
Squinting, she managed to make her way toward the sound of running
water where the light was really bright.
As she opened the curtain, she was greeted with, “Hi beautiful.”
Grinning, she stepped into the shower and wrapped herself around him.
“Careful,” he said, “I might have to seduce you right here and now.”
She smiled up at him and said, “Don't make promises you can't keep.”
Her smile was rewarded as he began to rub the soap all over her body,
making her aware that she was still highly sensitive. The rubdown felt very
sensual since the lather kept her skin so slippery.
She rubbed against him and said, “Oooooooo.”
He moved and the water began to rinse the lather from her body. She
noticed that he was becoming aroused again, also.
On a moment's consideration, she decided to drop to her knees and take
his manhood in her mouth. She didn’t want him to pull away, so she wrapped
both hands around his cheeks and dug in with her fingernails.
She felt his penis stiffen quickly.
Denise marveled at the sensation of this intimate connection taking place
under a spray of warm water. Her warm cocoon was returning. She tried to look
up at his face, but the warm spray in her face wouldn’t permit it.
She felt him sinking. She didn’t want to lose her warm cocoon feeling, so
she maintained her intimate connection.When he seated himself on the tub ledge, the water no longer sprayed in
her face so she looked up at him. The dreamy look in his eyes made her
increase her efforts to stimulate him.
She felt him gently pull the hair away from her face and run his hands
down her back, massaging her spine as they crawled back up to her shoulders.
She heard herself moaning as her "warm fuzzy" was getting better all the time.
When she arched her back and twisted to rub her breasts on his legs, she
increased her attention to his erect manhood.
Her dreamlike state was interrupted when he pushed her away and moved
to lay down in the tub. She realized why he was positioning them in that manner,
so she didn’t object as he helped her straddle his now vertical erection. The
combination of him slowly filling her together with the warm spray on her back
was sensational.
As she sat, inhaling the ambiance of the moment, her hands braced her
arched back by propping on her knees. Her eyes were closed as she began to
move her body slowly up and down his shaft.
When he took her hands in his, she thought he might be going to wrap
them around his head or maybe place them on his shoulders. Instead, he
wrapped them around behind her back and pulled her to him in a warm embrace.
Then she realized, with her arms pinned behind her back, she was helpless
again and her warm cocoon had returned.
His thrusting vigor increased and she felt an orgasm approaching. She
wanted to postpone it, but had no way to decrease the stimulation. Her breasts
were rubbing hard against his chest and his lips were on her neck. His tongue
wriggled against a sensitive area just below her ear and her climax exploded.
She felt his hips convulse and knew that he had arrived with her.
They lay together without moving for what seemed like an eternity.
She felt warm and complete in her cocoon, satisfied to never move again.
“Hold me forever,” she whispered in his ear.
He nodded.
Finally, she felt his leg move and realized that he was turning off the
shower with his foot.
She felt a love pat on her rear as he said, “Let’s go eat.”
THE END