## Dana's Visit at John's

Post by moosica » Thu May 21, 2009 7:01 pm

It's the summer now, so I go to visit John once a week to ease the fact we live an hour apart. This week would be no different. I thought I'd add a little spice to my visit by bringing along some rope in one of my bags. After all, it was our three month marker of dating. John found out about the site last weekend as he was visiting. I wasn't sure how to handle it, but basically explained that it makes me feel normal. I thought I was there was something wrong with me before I read the site. "Actually. I think it's kind of hot." he said. I fell asleep on the couch only to find him reading one of the stories I posted later. I was like "AHH!"
I arrived while no one was home, so i went up and got myself situated. Afterward I went outside and took a nap on the lawn, awaiting his return. As he drove up the driveway, I could hear the tires of his pick up truck roll against the pavement. My body ached with desire. A small smile cracked across my lips. I pretended to be asleep. As he walked over, I looked up. We kissed, said our hellos, and then he expressed his need for a shower. "Don't keep me waiting" he said.
Let's just say we both got very clean. Very very clean.
Then we went to his bedroom. I was wearing my khaki capris and a new white t shirt from the gap that showed off my figure nicely. He was wearing sport shorts and a tee shirt. I honestly don't remember it because it came off rather fast. We'd have the house to ourselves until his little brother got home from school. We sat down on his bed cuddling and kissing gently. Saying a few words between each kiss.
"Pick a number I said. One or two. I have two surprises for you today." The first surprise was a calendar I had made with all of these little cute stories about us penciled in. The other was the rope in my duffel bag.
"Two." he said.
"Well then. You probably ought to go get my duffel bag, if you know what's good for you." Except then I realized that he'd search it before he came up, and I wanted to have the advantage.
"Better yet, I better just go get it myself. Wouldn't want you to have an advantage."
We both raced down the two flights of stairs to the basement, rushed passed his three sleeping labradors and fought over the duffel. Luckily, being the fast runner I am, I got to it first and bolted back up the stairs. He caught up with me though and we carried the bag up together. As I started fishing through the bag I listed the items enclosed.
"Jean skirt. A towel. Shampoo. Conditioner. Home Depot Bag."
"You got me tools?" he said, playing dumb. I handed it to him.
"Yeah. Where are your scissors?" I went to his desk and fished them out of his organizer.
He opened the bag and then we started struggling with the rope inside.
"That's funny," he said. "They don't have any instructions on how to tie your girlfriend down."
"That's because you're girlfriend is supposed to tie you down."
"Not if I get to you first."
I started to cut the rope into some sections just to make it easier to work with.
"You're going to ruin a perfectly good piece of rope?"
"Are you kidding?"
"I am."
After I was done, we struggled a while. He kept trying to get my wrists together, i'd pull them apart. I'd try to get his wrists together and he was just so strong.
"That's it," he said. He tackled me and wrestled me onto my stomach. "Oh no. What if I just sit on top of you. Then you can't move."
I struggled and pulled my arms to my chest. He laid down on top of me and breathed in my ear and played with my hair until my arms weakened. As he grabbed my left arm, I flipped over trying to regain control, but then he just tied them in front of me. "Oh no," he said. "Looks like I've got you." Once he was finished he admired his work before slipping off my Capri pants. I wasn't wearing underwear. 'What have we here?"
He started turning me on all the ways he knew how. I struggled and pulled his hands away as much as I could, but then he grabbed the loose ends of my wrists and pulled them up over my head, leaving me completely exposed. First he traced his hand along my chest and down near my privates, then pushing me over and laying on top of me. The finally he pulled me back over and spooned me, grabbing one of my legs and pulling them apart. I finally stopped struggling as he started to really go for it with his left hand, but then he stopped for a second to make me want it more.
â€œThat is so not fairâ€ I whispered faintly. I begged him to continue.
He did, but didn't stop this time until the deed was done. My toes curled, my hair stood on end, and it happened. It's a good thing he lives in a thinly settled part of the state...
To be continued.