I had a friend who really loved two things in sex: spontaneity and light coercion. This turned her on so much that I then had to “calm her down” for hours. We knew each other for 3 years and therefore we managed to fully enjoy all possible (and impossible) places, seasons, days and circumstances. Role-playing games too.
One day I came up with a scenario that, as it seemed to me then, was new and good, but its implementation was quite problematic, since it required the presence of other participants, and its actions could well fall under at least several articles of the criminal code...
I'll tell you how it happened.
After work, my girlfriend sometimes stopped by a supermarket on the outskirts of St. Petersburg. She drove a Mercedes A-Class and left it in the parking lot in front of this supermarket. It was late, it got dark early (autumn) and she went out with shopping when it was already a little dark in the parking lot, and in the evening there were fewer and fewer cars and people. And then on one of these days she leaves the store with a full bag of groceries and goes to her car. Not far from her car stands a black limousine with heavily tinted windows and glints with a film of rain (light rain is drizzling).
Near him, two tall men in strict, almost identical suits and dark raincoats are talking about something, one of them is smoking. When she passes a limousine, the one with the cigarette blocks her path, and the other one opens the back door. The men act very harmoniously (it seems that they have been doing this all their lives) and soon the girl, despite belated resistance, finds herself in the car.
The first of them blindfolds her with a thin black scarf, covers her mouth (the girl tries to scream) and gives a resounding slap in the face, and the second deftly threads first her wrists and then her ankles into specially designed belts attached to the back seat. The girl finds herself almost crucified on a wide leather sofa, her arms are lowered and slightly spread to the side, she is breathing heavily and squirming, trying to say something, but her mouth is still clamped by a powerful male hand...
They don’t touch her anymore, meanwhile the limousine picks up speed along the highway going out of town... for a while she becomes silent and quiet... The man who was covering her mouth gradually loosens his grip and removes his hand from her face... several minutes pass ... then he gently runs his hand through her hair, barely touching her neck, strokes her face with the back of his hand, runs his fingers along her high cheekbones, lightly touches her ears, and goes down to her chin ... he lifts her head a little to get a better look, and then touches her trembling lips with his thumb, looking at her intently, lightly running his finger along her lower lip... her ears turn pink, her breathing quickens... the bandage prevents her from looking, but as soon as she tries to move it a little, rubbing her shoulder, he gives her a light again slap...
The man slowly runs his hand over her chest and through a thin sweater lightly squeezes her hardened nipples with his fingers... she lets out a quiet moan and throws her head back... he lowers himself on the gray carpet of the salon in front of her and his hands are on her knees, he strokes her chiseled knees and spreads her her legs to the sides... she instinctively tries to squeeze them, but he sharply spreads them again and kneels between them, not allowing her to close her legs again... his palms gradually disappear under her skirt, caressing her thighs more and more insistently... she feels his breath pizdeishn.net on her neck and lips, easily sliding from the neck to the neckline of the sweater... she feels his lips and the light aroma of men's perfume, her lips part, she begins to demand a kiss, catching with her lips someone's lips, which she feels very close to hers face... the man, continuing to caress her legs with one hand, takes her by the hair with the other and sharply throws her head back... she arches and moans loudly... her beautiful lips are curled with passion, her legs are spread as far as the straps that tighten her thin ankles allow, she slightly tilts her head to the hand holding her and I can hear her whisper “come on... well!... take me... take...” even in the twilight of the salon you can see what an insane and painful desire she is experiencing, her hips move towards, she tries to press her whole body against his hands, and I almost physically feel her desire to feel male flesh in her body, to feel strong male hands caressing her...
...but the man slowly moves away, his fingers sliding over her outstretched arms, he moves away and sits in the next chair. From under her lifted skirt, I see a thin white strip of panties, wet through, between her slender, magnificent legs now living their own lives...
The limousine slows down and, swaying smoothly, moves off the road. I lower the window and the smell of rain and flood rushes into the car... The limousine slows down, the doors open softly and both men get out of the car. Not understanding anything, she listens to their retreating steps. The limousine starts moving. I tear off the blindfold from her eyes, she sees my dilated pupils, I sit in a side chair a little to the side and look at her... I look at her, trying to remember every feature of her face, still heated with desire, the trembling of her body, still shuddering from sweet languor, I inhale her smell and the aroma of excitement... Without taking my eyes off her dilated pupils, I free her from the leather straps on her arms, gently stroke her hands, on which there are traces of the straps... I pull her head in, pressing her lips with a long kiss...
She sees pain in my eyes, but does not yet understand what it means... I mentally say goodbye to you, fool... she tries to hug me, but I pull away... I signal to the driver and the car slows down. I open the door and walk away, not seeing the road, and the limousine turns around and picks up speed... it will take you home, my love...